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Author: Emma
Characters: A whole bunch of folk.
Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack in it!
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Author’s Note: This is Series 3 Fix-it Fic. I dreamed this. It embarrasses me, because, dammit, Series 3 didn’t happen!
Author's Note: Just to make me feel better, I'm going to try an experiment. Short scenes, little narrative, mostly dialog. Let's see what happens.
Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here
“Everyone is gone.”
“I know.” Jack set down the papers he was reading. “You should get some rest too.”
“I don’t sleep much.” Ifan stepped into the office. “Was this your office before?”
“No. The Hub had to be rebuilt after the explosion and Gwen took the chance to make some modifications. This would have been the greenhouse.” He patted the TARDIS coral on the desk. “I am amazed this survived.”
“The coral is spatially and temporally sensitive. It would have phased out… How did I know that?”
“The Doctor said they were conditioning you to accept the Master’s consciousness. Maybe some of it involved giving you information about Time Lord culture and society. TARDIS are at the very center of it.”
“I suppose…. Do you miss him?”
Jack closed his eyes briefly. “More than you can ever imagine.”
Ifan moved to sit on the edge of the desk, facing Jack. “I’m not him.”
“I know. I don’t expect you to be.”
“But…”
“It’s hard.” Jack made a half-hearted gesture at the other man. “This… coming into the office, sitting on my desk like that… Ianto used to do that all the time. Late at night. We would sit in the office and talk.”
Ifan raised an eyebrow. “Or not talk?”
Jack smiled. “Or not talk.”
“So I keep on reminding you of him. It happens with Gwen too. She thinks I don’t notice, but she’s not very good about hiding her emotions.”
“No. Practically a semaphore, our Gwen.”
“I have flashes of memory…” The admission seemed torn out of him. “Even before I met the two of you. I would dream… Ianto’s memories, I suppose.” He stood up. “I better go.”
Jack picked up the papers and pretended to read. “Yeah.”
“Jack…” Ifan waited until Jack looked at him. “I’m not Ianto. I don’t know how I feel about you yet. At any level.”
“I understand.”
“But if I could fall in love with a man, I think it would be you.”
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