Torchwood ficlet -- Belted

[bluecastle]

Title: Belted
Rating: PG
Spoilers: A bit of DW, and a bit of Fragments...
**The bunnies wouldn't let me out of the hutch until I had written this. Un-beta-ed.


a/n: a little fic-a-doodle bunny that wouldn’t let me go once I rewatched “The Long Game” and realized there was something familiar about Jack’s final outfit on the gamestation…

Jack was well into his sixth brandy, feet up on his desk, head back, listening to some melancholy old Hoagy Carmichael song.

“Winter Moon” he thought it might be, or more likely “Blue Orchids.”  Whatever it was, it fit his mood as he tried to keep his mind from wandering back to the evening’s events. He was congratulating himself on his ability to ignore his own thoughts as he raised his glass for another slug of brandy. He caught the scent of the leather from his wrist strap and he was slammed right back where he didn’t want to be, standing in that park staring at a ghost.

He had looked up at the boy leaning against that tree with studied casualness. Jack had taken in the well fitting jeans, the sparkle of silver at his throat, and his crisp blue eyes, and he had started to smile … until he glimpsed the boy’s belt. Black leather with silver studs wrapped around this boy’s waist, glinting in the moonlight. One sight and Jack had been flung back in time, no TARDIS required. He could still feel that belt, wrapped around his neck back when he thought killing himself would be an escape.

The gamestation was hell on not-Earth for Jack. Loss and despair threatened to overwhelm him. Memories of rage and fear, the scent of leather, hot metal and the screams of the dying echoed in his head. Screams that were his own when he realized that he had been abandoned, left alone inside a floating casket. He could still feel those goodbye kisses on his lips, Rose’s heady sweetness, and the Doctor’s spicy tingle. Bittersweet kisses from those whom he thought loved him. Loved and oh so lost.

“Stardust” floated down from the speakers as Jack poured himself another drink and struggled to think of anything but himself. To think of the mysterious boy who had tried to help him. He wanted to dismiss him as some overeager youth, some rent boy with anger control issues. But he had known about the Weevils. Was the boy some kind of mind reader… a psychic? A time agent after a bounty? A UNIT operative? How the hell had he known about Weevils? There was a mystery surrounding young Ianto Jones, and Jack was determined to solve that mystery. But he had a bottle of brandy to finish first…

Comments

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

That was really good!(and let's be honest, do we need any excuse to watch the episodes again? - because now I'll have to just to check it out) :)

[valancy-joy.livejournal.com]

excuses excuses... :0)

[queerlyobscure.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD! It is the same outfit (well, the same belt, anyways. Perhaps Ianto is in fact one of Jack's distant ancestors, and it has been handed down through the generations as the "pulling" belt. I can almost see the bad crack that may well come of that statement...)

I knew I liked it for a reason...

[valancy-joy.livejournal.com]

its a pretty distinctive looking belt, eh?

[queerlyobscure.livejournal.com]

It is really, and it's probably just another indicator that the BBC pays no attention to what happens in the prop department. I would be willing to bet it is exactly the same belt in both.

Ah, good ol' BBC, we love you because you have always been ridiculously cheap :D

[greenwyvern.livejournal.com]

Ok...now I have to go back and watch both episodes again. *grin* Good catch and great little fic!

GW

[valancy-joy.livejournal.com]

don't forget to listen for the Torchwood mention in TLG ;0)

re-watching is always fun!!

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

OMG it is the same belt!!!! Awesome pickup and great little ficlet to go with it!

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

I'll have to go and watch those episodes again now!