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Adult ++
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Eye of the Storm
Title: Eye of the Storm
By: Totally4Ryo
Date Written: 6/28/08
Rating: PG (for language, and because of Jack)
Word Count:1306
Fandom: FAKE/Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Toshiko, Owen
Spoilers: FAKE – all through to volume 7, Torchwood - up to “Something Borrowed”
Warnings: None – nice clean chapter. *faints*
Author Notes: Alrighty… I was biting my fingernails and stressing about the first scene in this part (I wrote it after the second). Like I told gracie_musica , this is the first time writing just the Torchwood characters. It scares me because there’s a TW plotbunny with it’s teeth going above my ankles.
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Jack and Ianto returned to the Hub with Chinese takeaway. The team settled in the conference room to eat. For a while, except for further inquiries on how the newcomers were settled in their room, and the shopping trip, they mostly ate in companionable silence.
Halfway through their meal, Jack looked over to Tosh. “So I gather nothing further on those odd readings?”
Tosh shook her head, swallowing her food. “No. But I want to do more research on their time of entry. It’s those readings that puzzle me.” Dark eyes went to Owen. “They are both human, yet there is something not quite right.”
“We considered that something else slipped through with them,” Gwen added. “Maybe taking advantage of the moment or something.”
Jack nodded. “But you can’t find any other indication other than Ryo and Dee, I presume.”
“Yes,” Tosh replied. “That’s it. But I’m still keeping a watch, just in case.”
Owen, the only one at the table who was not eating, leaned forward, elbows on the table. “So just what are we planning to do with our guests?”
Jack shrugged. “Set them up in this time for now.”
“Didn’t you tell them you were going to try to find a way to get them home?” Gwen asked.
“I did. And we’ll try. But we can’t put everything on hold just for Dee and Ryo,” the Captain replied, his mouth full. He chewed his food and swallowed, pointing his chopsticks in Gwen’s direction. His eyes flashed at his second, before he smiled indulgently. “I meant what I said about doing whatever we can to get them home. But that might take a while. In the meantime, we help them settle in.”
“There’s always the chance that they can never go back,” Owen pointed out. “From past experiences, I prefer we not go the way of two of our previous guests in handling them.” Owen’s eyes had a distant gaze for a moment as he thought of Diane.
Jack nodded. “Agreed. Don’t ask me why, but I prefer keeping them close. Tomorrow we’ll do some testing to see what they are capable of, before deciding the best way to settle them in our dimension.”
“At least they have options as of now,” Tosh remarked, pushing her empty carton away.
“If need, we do have the ability to alter their records as we go along,” Ianto pointed out. He stood up, straightening his jacket. “I’m going to make more coffee. Would anyone want some?”
Heads around the table, except Owen’s, nodded.
“Well then,” Jack said. “Until they show up tomorrow, life as usual here.” He also stood up, finished with his food. “I’ll be in my office, tackling some paperwork.” With a smile, he left the conference room behind Ianto.
Ryo turned his attention from the TV set to his husband for the countless time since he attempted to relax watching some TV. Realizing he was more concerned about his husband to concentrate on the TV, he picked up the remote and turned the set off.
When they first found themselves alone in the hotel, Dee kept talking for a while, about the members of Torchwood, the Hub, and even about Cardiff. He went on about coincidence of them still having the same room.
It was when Dee wanted to check something on his laptop, he suddenly grew silent, his hand reaching out to the luggage rack he had place his laptop case on earlier that morning. The rack was in the same place both men remembered it being, only there was no case. Their luggage they arrived in Cardiff with was also gone. All they had from their life in New York was what they carried with them.
“Crap,” Dee muttered low. “It’s back… there,” referring to the universe they called home.
That was the last sound Ryo heard from Dee. Other than his taking two beers from the mini-bar. The dark haired detective handed one to Ryo and quickly drank down his. He took another bottle from the bar and sat on a corner of the bed. Dee did not move much in the half hour. He was quiet the entire time, as he nursed the beer, his eyes fixed on the corner where they had left their emptied suitcases after placing their clothes in drawers and the closet.
Now the closet and drawers contained new clothes that were thoughtfully provided for by Torchwood.
“Dee,” Ryo called out softly.
For a reply, Dee lifted the bottle to his mouth for another drink.
Sighing, Ryo stood up and climbed on the bed, then positioned himself behind his husband. He wrapped his arms around Dee’s chest and pulled him back. “It’s not good when you’re that quiet,” he softly said, kissing a spot next to Dee’s ear.
“I’m…”
“No you’re not,” Ryo disputed what he knew Dee was going to say. “It’s okay, Dee. I know you shed a few tears earlier, but it’s not enough. Get it out, sweetheart. I’ll hold you. And I won’t let you go. I promise.”
Dee’s head dropped and his hands gripped the bottle tighter. Ryo reached to snag the bottle from Dee’s hands and set it on the floor next to the bed. He started to lightly kiss Dee’s neck. “Dee, at least tell me what’s on your mind.”
Dee took a ragged breath. “What if we don’t get home? Then what? What do we do here? What will Bikky do? And Carol, your family. And… Oh God, Ryo. I don’t want to think of what would happen to Mother if we go permanently missing.” He let out a sob.
Ryo rubbed Dee’s chest, through his shirt, his lips still on his husband’s neck. “Look, we are going to get home eventually. It might be a while for us, but with some luck, not that much time, if any would go by when we do get back.”
“Do you really believe in the big blue box theory?”
Ryo turned Dee’s face to look at him, and grinned. “It’s a police box. Of course, I believe in it.”
Dee giggled a little, before the giggles turned into quiet sobs.
“That’s it, baby. Get it out of your system. It’s okay to cry.”
Dee could hold it in no more. Suddenly he twisted and latched onto his husband, crying earnestly, letting out his fears and uncertainties. Ryo hold him through the storm of tears and sobbing, rocking them gently, using his hands to soothe the distraught man in his arms. He used his mouth to murmur words of endearment, and to plant feather light kisses along Dee’s wet face.
When the storm was over, both men felt depleted. Ryo carefully moved them so he could pull down the covers and they could settle on the mattress, Ryo still holding Dee. Dee clung to Ryo in a death grip, his face buried in the other man’s chest. Tears still leaked slowly from his eyes, until his breathing evened out, and Ryo realized he was asleep. The older man kissed Dee’s forehead and closed his eyes.
The next day was going to be a long one for them. And the days after. Ryo knew that. He also knew that however long they had to wait, they would, until the Doctor arrived to refuel. He was certain Jack would be able to convince the Doctor to take them back where they belonged.
Before he finally drifted off to sleep, his last thought was, I hope we don’t end up having to wait a hundred years or so.
By: Totally4Ryo
Date Written: 6/28/08
Rating: PG (for language, and because of Jack)
Word Count:1306
Fandom: FAKE/Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Toshiko, Owen
Spoilers: FAKE – all through to volume 7, Torchwood - up to “Something Borrowed”
Warnings: None – nice clean chapter. *faints*
Author Notes: Alrighty… I was biting my fingernails and stressing about the first scene in this part (I wrote it after the second). Like I told gracie_musica , this is the first time writing just the Torchwood characters. It scares me because there’s a TW plotbunny with it’s teeth going above my ankles.
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Jack and Ianto returned to the Hub with Chinese takeaway. The team settled in the conference room to eat. For a while, except for further inquiries on how the newcomers were settled in their room, and the shopping trip, they mostly ate in companionable silence.
Halfway through their meal, Jack looked over to Tosh. “So I gather nothing further on those odd readings?”
Tosh shook her head, swallowing her food. “No. But I want to do more research on their time of entry. It’s those readings that puzzle me.” Dark eyes went to Owen. “They are both human, yet there is something not quite right.”
“We considered that something else slipped through with them,” Gwen added. “Maybe taking advantage of the moment or something.”
Jack nodded. “But you can’t find any other indication other than Ryo and Dee, I presume.”
“Yes,” Tosh replied. “That’s it. But I’m still keeping a watch, just in case.”
Owen, the only one at the table who was not eating, leaned forward, elbows on the table. “So just what are we planning to do with our guests?”
Jack shrugged. “Set them up in this time for now.”
“Didn’t you tell them you were going to try to find a way to get them home?” Gwen asked.
“I did. And we’ll try. But we can’t put everything on hold just for Dee and Ryo,” the Captain replied, his mouth full. He chewed his food and swallowed, pointing his chopsticks in Gwen’s direction. His eyes flashed at his second, before he smiled indulgently. “I meant what I said about doing whatever we can to get them home. But that might take a while. In the meantime, we help them settle in.”
“There’s always the chance that they can never go back,” Owen pointed out. “From past experiences, I prefer we not go the way of two of our previous guests in handling them.” Owen’s eyes had a distant gaze for a moment as he thought of Diane.
Jack nodded. “Agreed. Don’t ask me why, but I prefer keeping them close. Tomorrow we’ll do some testing to see what they are capable of, before deciding the best way to settle them in our dimension.”
“At least they have options as of now,” Tosh remarked, pushing her empty carton away.
“If need, we do have the ability to alter their records as we go along,” Ianto pointed out. He stood up, straightening his jacket. “I’m going to make more coffee. Would anyone want some?”
Heads around the table, except Owen’s, nodded.
“Well then,” Jack said. “Until they show up tomorrow, life as usual here.” He also stood up, finished with his food. “I’ll be in my office, tackling some paperwork.” With a smile, he left the conference room behind Ianto.
Ryo turned his attention from the TV set to his husband for the countless time since he attempted to relax watching some TV. Realizing he was more concerned about his husband to concentrate on the TV, he picked up the remote and turned the set off.
When they first found themselves alone in the hotel, Dee kept talking for a while, about the members of Torchwood, the Hub, and even about Cardiff. He went on about coincidence of them still having the same room.
It was when Dee wanted to check something on his laptop, he suddenly grew silent, his hand reaching out to the luggage rack he had place his laptop case on earlier that morning. The rack was in the same place both men remembered it being, only there was no case. Their luggage they arrived in Cardiff with was also gone. All they had from their life in New York was what they carried with them.
“Crap,” Dee muttered low. “It’s back… there,” referring to the universe they called home.
That was the last sound Ryo heard from Dee. Other than his taking two beers from the mini-bar. The dark haired detective handed one to Ryo and quickly drank down his. He took another bottle from the bar and sat on a corner of the bed. Dee did not move much in the half hour. He was quiet the entire time, as he nursed the beer, his eyes fixed on the corner where they had left their emptied suitcases after placing their clothes in drawers and the closet.
Now the closet and drawers contained new clothes that were thoughtfully provided for by Torchwood.
“Dee,” Ryo called out softly.
For a reply, Dee lifted the bottle to his mouth for another drink.
Sighing, Ryo stood up and climbed on the bed, then positioned himself behind his husband. He wrapped his arms around Dee’s chest and pulled him back. “It’s not good when you’re that quiet,” he softly said, kissing a spot next to Dee’s ear.
“I’m…”
“No you’re not,” Ryo disputed what he knew Dee was going to say. “It’s okay, Dee. I know you shed a few tears earlier, but it’s not enough. Get it out, sweetheart. I’ll hold you. And I won’t let you go. I promise.”
Dee’s head dropped and his hands gripped the bottle tighter. Ryo reached to snag the bottle from Dee’s hands and set it on the floor next to the bed. He started to lightly kiss Dee’s neck. “Dee, at least tell me what’s on your mind.”
Dee took a ragged breath. “What if we don’t get home? Then what? What do we do here? What will Bikky do? And Carol, your family. And… Oh God, Ryo. I don’t want to think of what would happen to Mother if we go permanently missing.” He let out a sob.
Ryo rubbed Dee’s chest, through his shirt, his lips still on his husband’s neck. “Look, we are going to get home eventually. It might be a while for us, but with some luck, not that much time, if any would go by when we do get back.”
“Do you really believe in the big blue box theory?”
Ryo turned Dee’s face to look at him, and grinned. “It’s a police box. Of course, I believe in it.”
Dee giggled a little, before the giggles turned into quiet sobs.
“That’s it, baby. Get it out of your system. It’s okay to cry.”
Dee could hold it in no more. Suddenly he twisted and latched onto his husband, crying earnestly, letting out his fears and uncertainties. Ryo hold him through the storm of tears and sobbing, rocking them gently, using his hands to soothe the distraught man in his arms. He used his mouth to murmur words of endearment, and to plant feather light kisses along Dee’s wet face.
When the storm was over, both men felt depleted. Ryo carefully moved them so he could pull down the covers and they could settle on the mattress, Ryo still holding Dee. Dee clung to Ryo in a death grip, his face buried in the other man’s chest. Tears still leaked slowly from his eyes, until his breathing evened out, and Ryo realized he was asleep. The older man kissed Dee’s forehead and closed his eyes.
The next day was going to be a long one for them. And the days after. Ryo knew that. He also knew that however long they had to wait, they would, until the Doctor arrived to refuel. He was certain Jack would be able to convince the Doctor to take them back where they belonged.
Before he finally drifted off to sleep, his last thought was, I hope we don’t end up having to wait a hundred years or so.