[Torchwood] "Greeting the Sunset " (PG)
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fic_promptly's Torchwood, Jack, he always likes to see the end of the day before he gets to work.
Jack spent so much time underground in the Hub -- he, who'd seen and would bask in the light of millions of stars -- when he wasn't out on a call that had come in, in the middle of the day, that it sometimes felt like he lived the life of a mole-like humanoid he'd met back in the days he was working for the Time Agents. Not his ideal life, but it was the one he'd put his hand to, now that he was working for Torchwood.
Most of their assignments turned up at night, and even when things were quiet, he kept busy tracking rogue Weevils and chasing them back to the tunnels where they usually lurked (if not hauling them back to the Hub to be contained and examined). Sometimes he felt like he lived not much different from his quarry.
But there was something that made him different from them: he needed and relished the sunlight. Thus at the end of every day and the beginning of a night of hunting, he made sure he got outside by way of the Hub's bolthole in the harbor to watch the sun go down over the rooftops of the warehouses and boat sheds that surrounded him, buildings that had changed over the decades, new ones being built and torn down and others being built in their place. The sunlight warmed his skin: the light of a simple, average-sized and middle-aged yellow star, an ordinary star compared to some of the stars he'd seen, and yet he'd lived in its light for so many years now, it felt like a home star now.
One particular night, he went up as usual, basking in the light of the fading sunset, feeling it warm on his skin. But he felt something else, someone watching him. Turning to find out the interloper, he spied Ianto standing just inside the door to the warehouse that covered the bolthole.
"Come out for some fresh air?" Jack asked. "Figured you'd be on your way home by now."
"Thought I'd join you up here for a moment, ...that is, if you don't mind the company," Ianto said, hesitant, almost awkward at being up here with him.
"Don't mind in the least," Jack said, grinning, glad for this company in particular.
fic_promptly's Torchwood, Jack, he always likes to see the end of the day before he gets to work.Jack spent so much time underground in the Hub -- he, who'd seen and would bask in the light of millions of stars -- when he wasn't out on a call that had come in, in the middle of the day, that it sometimes felt like he lived the life of a mole-like humanoid he'd met back in the days he was working for the Time Agents. Not his ideal life, but it was the one he'd put his hand to, now that he was working for Torchwood.
Most of their assignments turned up at night, and even when things were quiet, he kept busy tracking rogue Weevils and chasing them back to the tunnels where they usually lurked (if not hauling them back to the Hub to be contained and examined). Sometimes he felt like he lived not much different from his quarry.
But there was something that made him different from them: he needed and relished the sunlight. Thus at the end of every day and the beginning of a night of hunting, he made sure he got outside by way of the Hub's bolthole in the harbor to watch the sun go down over the rooftops of the warehouses and boat sheds that surrounded him, buildings that had changed over the decades, new ones being built and torn down and others being built in their place. The sunlight warmed his skin: the light of a simple, average-sized and middle-aged yellow star, an ordinary star compared to some of the stars he'd seen, and yet he'd lived in its light for so many years now, it felt like a home star now.
One particular night, he went up as usual, basking in the light of the fading sunset, feeling it warm on his skin. But he felt something else, someone watching him. Turning to find out the interloper, he spied Ianto standing just inside the door to the warehouse that covered the bolthole.
"Come out for some fresh air?" Jack asked. "Figured you'd be on your way home by now."
"Thought I'd join you up here for a moment, ...that is, if you don't mind the company," Ianto said, hesitant, almost awkward at being up here with him.
"Don't mind in the least," Jack said, grinning, glad for this company in particular.
