Choices - Chapter 20 Part 1
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madbottomsTitle: Choices
Chapter 20 – Divine Intervention 1/2
Pairing(s)/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Tosh, John, Tommy, OCs
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Warnings: supernatural themes, violence, m/m pairing
A/N: A bonus early chapter because I made you all wait so long for the last one.
For three days I sat on the branch outside Jack’s window before he would speak to me again. He had a rough time with finals, but it helps to have friends in high places. With some divine intervention he finished okay.
I wasn’t planning on going to graduation. I mean, how many high school diplomas does a guy really need? But then it occurred to me that I may end up needing this one if I’m truly becoming a mortal.
I’m hiding in the shadows of the scoreboard waiting for Jack when there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn to find John, leaning leisurely on the goal post, smirking at me, and it hits me how blind I am without my sixth sense, which is now mostly gone.
He flicks the ridiculous maroon graduation gown fluttering around me. “Nice dress, dude.”
“Go to Hell.”
“Not likely,” he says, shrugging away from the post. I look over at the grandstand as Jack shows up with his family.
“Why did you…” I glance back at Jack.
“Back off?” he finishes for me. “Because he made his choice.”
“How do you know?”
He smirks at me. “You’re joking right? Look at yourself.”
And it hits me. I’m on my way to becoming human—and he did that to me. That’s how much he wanted me. What’s left of my power surges and I feel the crackle of hot electricity dance over my skin. “And I suppose you came out unscathed? Still have your wings?”
He smiles. “It was touch and go there for a while.”
“If he…if it had gone the other way, would you have given them up?”
His eyes flick to Jack and back as his smile pulls to one side and his eyebrow quirks. “Would I have had a choice?”
What I see in his eyes—what he’s trying to hide behind that amused expression, maybe even from himself—is that he’d willingly give up his wings for Jack.
He steps behind the scoreboard. “Just because you’re no longer a threat to his soul, don’t think I won’t be watching. Give me an excuse and I’ll smote you on the spot.” And then he disappears—gone, as if he was never there.
I watch as Jack’s mom fusses with his cap and robe. Only Jack could make these ridiculous things looks so hot. I’m imagining what he’s got on underneath—and underneath that. Well I have a good idea having seen his nubile flesh before. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to see it again later. I already know it’s not that nipple ring. That is resting comfortably in my jeans pocket where it has been since he gave it to me.
I make my way out onto the field and Jack comes out with Tosh and Owen, as his family makes their way to their seats. I laugh out loud at the look on his dad’s face when Jack walks over and kisses me. And then I see Grandpa staring at me, his expression stern, but just as I’m about to look away, he smiles and nods in my direction.
Jack looks up into the stands at his father. “We’re gonna have to do something about that.”
“I think it’s a lost cause,” I say, hoping I’m wrong. I pull him close and kiss him again.
“You guys make me sick. Get a room,” Owen sneers and pretends to heave.
Tosh grabs Owen’s hand and starts pulling him away, “Come on, Owen, we have to line up.”
I loop my arm around Jack, shooting a glance at his father, and we make our way through the sea of maroon to the line forming behind the gym.
The music starts and all the graduating students walk in double file. They told us to walk two feet apart, but Jack wraps his arms around me and pulls his body to mine as we start up the football field to our seats. I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
We sit, and I look around at all the sweaty bodies baking in the sun as the principal drones on about new beginnings and all the rest that comes with graduating. About thirty minutes in, I realise why I’ve always avoided these ceremonies like the plague.
Just when I’m convinced that after seven millennia I’m going to die right here of boredom, they start calling names and our row stands. I walk across the platform and take my diploma with a grin and a sage nod. I wait at the bottom of the stairs for Jack, and as he walks toward me, his gown blowing back in the wind accentuating that broad chest and I can’t help fantasise about later. He’s supposed to be spending the night with Owen and Tosh but I am sure I can change his mind. He gets to the bottom of the steps and I lift him off the ground and kiss him.
As I lower him to the ground he swats me playfully and says, “Mmmm, nice. That’s gonna score you points with the parents.”
I look into the stands and see his parents standing there, slack-jawed, Dad with camera in hand, forgotten. And Grandpa is laughing. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’m working on it. But I’m pretty sure it doesn’t include making out with me in front of them.”
“Well, we’ll have to remedy that then and find somewhere more private.” I wink and quickly kiss him again.
Jack’s parents make their way down to the field after the ceremony, his dad still glaring.
“So,” his mom says, “you’re going to the party with Tosh and Owen?” She’s trying to be cheerful but her smile is false.
Jack rolls his eyes. “Yes, Mom.”
Jack’s grandpa strolls over and pats me on the back. “Ianto will take good care of him. We have an agreement. Don’t we, son?”
I smile, relieved. “Yes, sir.”
“I think Jack’s in good hands,” he says, winking at me.
Jack’s mom’s fake smile can’t hold and she glowers at Grandpa. “Dad, really. This isn’t your affair.”
“No, you’re right. It’s Jack’s. So lay off him, alright. He’s old enough to make his own decisions,” he says and winks at Jack this time.
Jack speaks up. “I told you, I’m going to the party with Tosh and Owen, Mom. And don’t forget, Tosh and I are staying at Owen’s tonight.”
Mrs Harkness eyes me suspiciously and I can see Jack’s dad ready to protest, just as Owen and Tosh appear and grab Jack.
“Hey, Mrs Harkness,” Owen says. “We’re kidnapping Jack, okay?”
Jack’s dad’s eyes soften a little, and his mom says, “Alright, but just make sure you stick together.” Her eyes flick to me and back to Jack. “All night.”
Then Owen looks at Jack’s dad. His whole face softens and it almost looks like he’s going to cry. “Thanks, Mr Harkness. Dad’s pretty excited about the new job. He really appreciates your help finding it.”
“You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do. I’m glad he’s feeling better.”
“The counsellor is really helping all of us,” he says. He hesitates and then takes a step forward and wraps Mr Harkness in a hug. Once his surprise clears, he lifts his hand and pats Owen on his back.
“I’m happy that I could help,” he says.
Owen pulls away, coughs, a little colour in his cheeks. Then the Owen-esque gleam returns to his eyes. He hooks his arms around Jack and Tosh. “Let’s go people. We have some serious partying to do.”
Jack says goodbye to his family and I hold out my hand to Jack’s grandpa. He shakes it and then I turn to Mr Harkness. He hesitates for a moment but then takes my hand. As he shakes it he give it a very hard squeeze—a warning.
“Have a good evening,” I say to all of them with my most reassuring smile and nod my head. I turn to walk with Jack, Tosh and Owen to the car.
And my heart stops.
Lucy.
She’s standing with her back to us, her long, straight flaxen hair, shining in the bright sun. I pull Jack behind me and feel my weakening power crackle over the surface of my balled right fist. Lucy turns slowly and I raise my fist, then I release the breath I’d been holding.
It’s not her.
I’m so paranoid now, seeing Saxon and Lucy everywhere. Because I’m sure they’re still here—and desperate. They have to know that time is running out.
I warp my arms around Jack, who looks startled and my heart returns to a normal rhythm as we make our way to Tosh’s car. Jack curls himself around me and peers over his shoulder to Tosh and Owen who are busy pulling each other’s caps and robes off. “What was all that about,” he whispers.
I just shake my head.
His eyes narrow but he lets it go as his friends approach. “So, I’ll see you there?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. How long are you guys going to need?”
He, Tosh and Owen share a shrug. “We’re just going to Owen’s to change and then straight to the Williams’ for the party. So, maybe thirty minutes.”
I kiss him again. “See you there,” I say, knowing—as usual—that I’m not going to let him out of my sight. I never do, but he doesn’t need to know that. No sense stressing him out more than he already is. I’ll do anything to help him fell like his life is normal—at times, anyway.
He thinks I don’t know he’s following me all the time. He knows I want my life and he’s trying so hard to let me have it. I don’t want to burst his bubble. So I don’t say anything, but really, I like knowing that he’s there. When I can’t sleep at night, I stare out the window through the trees at his car and wish I was out there with him.
I look around the Williams’ backyard through beer-blurry eyes and see him leaning against a tree looking hotter than hell. Just as I start stumbling toward him, Tosh and Tommy come sneaking out of the woods. I change my direction, staggering up to them and brush the bit of grass and twigs out of Tosh’s hair and Tommy makes his way back to his friends. I crack a smile. “Hey Tosh. You guys spending some quality time in the Williams’ shed?”
Even with the sliver of moonlight through the trees, I can tell her blush is flaming. And I recognise the look in her eye ‘cause I’ve been seeing it in the mirror recently. “He’s unbelievable, Jack. The things he can do with his—”
I hold up my hand. “TMI, Tosh.” But then I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. It’s great to see her so happy. “When are you guys gonna tell Owen?”
“Tommy’s going to talk to him tomorrow—I think. He said that yesterday too, though…and last week.”
I crack up. “He’s gonna beat the shit out of him, and he knows it. I think you’re gonna have to do it.”
She groans as Owen practically crashes into us, grunting, nearly knocking me to the ground. Owen wobbles, nearly to the point of falling and Tosh catches him and steadies him on his feet. “Come party with me losers.” Owen snorts and loops an arm around each of our shoulders.
“Hey Tommy!” I yell. “C’mere!”
He looks over warily, then slowly, nervously, starts to make his way over. When he finally reaches us, I loop my free hand over his shoulder.
“So, Owen, Tosh and Tommy have something they want to tell you,” I say, slipping out from under Owen’s and Tommy’s arm and linking them together.
If Owen didn’t need the support, he would have shrugged Tommy off, but instead he leans on him. “What?”
I watch as Tosh and Tommy share a glance then link their free arms together, forming a circle.
I turn my back on the trio and look around again.
Alex’s band is set up behind the house, and they are blasting out perfect sounds. Alex looks up at me and smile. I wave and smile back, I laugh when I think about what Owen called him: a geek of the Guitar Hero kind, he is, and it’s cool.
And suddenly I feel all emotional. It must be the beer ‘cause my eyes well up when I realise how much I’m gonna miss all this. But I hope I’m not gonna miss Ianto. I’ve been afraid to ask what’s gonna happen after graduation.
I stumble toward him and look back at my friends when I hear Owen shout, “You stupid shits!” He shoves Tommy and Tosh away, but only succeeds in knocking himself on his butt and into the mud.
I turn back, smiling and make my way to Ianto. When I get to him, I hook my hands over his shoulders and lean in to steady myself. I rest my head on his chest, and he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
“Hey,” I say into his shirt.
“You having fun?”
“Yeah, but you’re not.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Dunno. You’re just standing here.”
“Enjoying the view,” he says squeezing me a little tighter.
“Harkness! You suck!” Owen shouts at me.
In response, I push back from Ianto and flip him the bird. Then I reach up and twist my hand in Into’s hair, pulling his face to mine. He grins and lets me, and when he kisses me I seriously want to climb inside him and never leave.
“C’mere,” I whisper in his ear, sliding my hand under his T-shirt and running my finger along the skin at his waistband. I want him alone—now.
“Where are we going?” I feel his body respond as I hook my fingers around the button of his jeans.
“Just for a little stroll.” I turn and start to tug him by the waist of his jeans toward his car.
He smiles. “What about your friends? This may be your last bash with them.”
“To hell with my friends.”
I tow him past a line of cars to where his is parked near the woods. When we get to it, I push him into the side and lean in, pressing myself into him. The band must be on a break ‘cause I can hear Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven blasting from the stereo, but all I care about is Ianto.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks huskily, searching my face as if looking for something he lost.
“Finding our own stairway to Heaven. Your backseat looks comfortable. I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet,” I slur, pushing away from him to open the door.
I’m feeling pretty dizzy, but the potent smell of rotten eggs cuts through my drunken haze instantly. I start to turn, but a pair of hot arms grabs me from behind. Reflexively, I drop into a crouch and grab one of the arms from my waist. I lose my balance as I flip the person it’s attached to over my shoulder onto the ground in front of me. I see his face is before I fall backward into the mud.
Saxon’s one good eye stares red death at me. His other is covered with a black patch.
The next second, I’m being scooped up off the ground and thrown into Ianto’s car.
Chapter 20 – Divine Intervention 1/2
Pairing(s)/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Tosh, John, Tommy, OCs
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Warnings: supernatural themes, violence, m/m pairing
A/N: A bonus early chapter because I made you all wait so long for the last one.
20 – Divine Intervention
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Ianto
o-o-o
o-o-o
For three days I sat on the branch outside Jack’s window before he would speak to me again. He had a rough time with finals, but it helps to have friends in high places. With some divine intervention he finished okay.
I wasn’t planning on going to graduation. I mean, how many high school diplomas does a guy really need? But then it occurred to me that I may end up needing this one if I’m truly becoming a mortal.
I’m hiding in the shadows of the scoreboard waiting for Jack when there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn to find John, leaning leisurely on the goal post, smirking at me, and it hits me how blind I am without my sixth sense, which is now mostly gone.
He flicks the ridiculous maroon graduation gown fluttering around me. “Nice dress, dude.”
“Go to Hell.”
“Not likely,” he says, shrugging away from the post. I look over at the grandstand as Jack shows up with his family.
“Why did you…” I glance back at Jack.
“Back off?” he finishes for me. “Because he made his choice.”
“How do you know?”
He smirks at me. “You’re joking right? Look at yourself.”
And it hits me. I’m on my way to becoming human—and he did that to me. That’s how much he wanted me. What’s left of my power surges and I feel the crackle of hot electricity dance over my skin. “And I suppose you came out unscathed? Still have your wings?”
He smiles. “It was touch and go there for a while.”
“If he…if it had gone the other way, would you have given them up?”
His eyes flick to Jack and back as his smile pulls to one side and his eyebrow quirks. “Would I have had a choice?”
What I see in his eyes—what he’s trying to hide behind that amused expression, maybe even from himself—is that he’d willingly give up his wings for Jack.
He steps behind the scoreboard. “Just because you’re no longer a threat to his soul, don’t think I won’t be watching. Give me an excuse and I’ll smote you on the spot.” And then he disappears—gone, as if he was never there.
I watch as Jack’s mom fusses with his cap and robe. Only Jack could make these ridiculous things looks so hot. I’m imagining what he’s got on underneath—and underneath that. Well I have a good idea having seen his nubile flesh before. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to see it again later. I already know it’s not that nipple ring. That is resting comfortably in my jeans pocket where it has been since he gave it to me.
I make my way out onto the field and Jack comes out with Tosh and Owen, as his family makes their way to their seats. I laugh out loud at the look on his dad’s face when Jack walks over and kisses me. And then I see Grandpa staring at me, his expression stern, but just as I’m about to look away, he smiles and nods in my direction.
Jack looks up into the stands at his father. “We’re gonna have to do something about that.”
“I think it’s a lost cause,” I say, hoping I’m wrong. I pull him close and kiss him again.
“You guys make me sick. Get a room,” Owen sneers and pretends to heave.
Tosh grabs Owen’s hand and starts pulling him away, “Come on, Owen, we have to line up.”
I loop my arm around Jack, shooting a glance at his father, and we make our way through the sea of maroon to the line forming behind the gym.
The music starts and all the graduating students walk in double file. They told us to walk two feet apart, but Jack wraps his arms around me and pulls his body to mine as we start up the football field to our seats. I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
We sit, and I look around at all the sweaty bodies baking in the sun as the principal drones on about new beginnings and all the rest that comes with graduating. About thirty minutes in, I realise why I’ve always avoided these ceremonies like the plague.
Just when I’m convinced that after seven millennia I’m going to die right here of boredom, they start calling names and our row stands. I walk across the platform and take my diploma with a grin and a sage nod. I wait at the bottom of the stairs for Jack, and as he walks toward me, his gown blowing back in the wind accentuating that broad chest and I can’t help fantasise about later. He’s supposed to be spending the night with Owen and Tosh but I am sure I can change his mind. He gets to the bottom of the steps and I lift him off the ground and kiss him.
As I lower him to the ground he swats me playfully and says, “Mmmm, nice. That’s gonna score you points with the parents.”
I look into the stands and see his parents standing there, slack-jawed, Dad with camera in hand, forgotten. And Grandpa is laughing. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’m working on it. But I’m pretty sure it doesn’t include making out with me in front of them.”
“Well, we’ll have to remedy that then and find somewhere more private.” I wink and quickly kiss him again.
*
Jack’s parents make their way down to the field after the ceremony, his dad still glaring.
“So,” his mom says, “you’re going to the party with Tosh and Owen?” She’s trying to be cheerful but her smile is false.
Jack rolls his eyes. “Yes, Mom.”
Jack’s grandpa strolls over and pats me on the back. “Ianto will take good care of him. We have an agreement. Don’t we, son?”
I smile, relieved. “Yes, sir.”
“I think Jack’s in good hands,” he says, winking at me.
Jack’s mom’s fake smile can’t hold and she glowers at Grandpa. “Dad, really. This isn’t your affair.”
“No, you’re right. It’s Jack’s. So lay off him, alright. He’s old enough to make his own decisions,” he says and winks at Jack this time.
Jack speaks up. “I told you, I’m going to the party with Tosh and Owen, Mom. And don’t forget, Tosh and I are staying at Owen’s tonight.”
Mrs Harkness eyes me suspiciously and I can see Jack’s dad ready to protest, just as Owen and Tosh appear and grab Jack.
“Hey, Mrs Harkness,” Owen says. “We’re kidnapping Jack, okay?”
Jack’s dad’s eyes soften a little, and his mom says, “Alright, but just make sure you stick together.” Her eyes flick to me and back to Jack. “All night.”
Then Owen looks at Jack’s dad. His whole face softens and it almost looks like he’s going to cry. “Thanks, Mr Harkness. Dad’s pretty excited about the new job. He really appreciates your help finding it.”
“You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do. I’m glad he’s feeling better.”
“The counsellor is really helping all of us,” he says. He hesitates and then takes a step forward and wraps Mr Harkness in a hug. Once his surprise clears, he lifts his hand and pats Owen on his back.
“I’m happy that I could help,” he says.
Owen pulls away, coughs, a little colour in his cheeks. Then the Owen-esque gleam returns to his eyes. He hooks his arms around Jack and Tosh. “Let’s go people. We have some serious partying to do.”
Jack says goodbye to his family and I hold out my hand to Jack’s grandpa. He shakes it and then I turn to Mr Harkness. He hesitates for a moment but then takes my hand. As he shakes it he give it a very hard squeeze—a warning.
“Have a good evening,” I say to all of them with my most reassuring smile and nod my head. I turn to walk with Jack, Tosh and Owen to the car.
And my heart stops.
Lucy.
She’s standing with her back to us, her long, straight flaxen hair, shining in the bright sun. I pull Jack behind me and feel my weakening power crackle over the surface of my balled right fist. Lucy turns slowly and I raise my fist, then I release the breath I’d been holding.
It’s not her.
I’m so paranoid now, seeing Saxon and Lucy everywhere. Because I’m sure they’re still here—and desperate. They have to know that time is running out.
I warp my arms around Jack, who looks startled and my heart returns to a normal rhythm as we make our way to Tosh’s car. Jack curls himself around me and peers over his shoulder to Tosh and Owen who are busy pulling each other’s caps and robes off. “What was all that about,” he whispers.
I just shake my head.
His eyes narrow but he lets it go as his friends approach. “So, I’ll see you there?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. How long are you guys going to need?”
He, Tosh and Owen share a shrug. “We’re just going to Owen’s to change and then straight to the Williams’ for the party. So, maybe thirty minutes.”
I kiss him again. “See you there,” I say, knowing—as usual—that I’m not going to let him out of my sight. I never do, but he doesn’t need to know that. No sense stressing him out more than he already is. I’ll do anything to help him fell like his life is normal—at times, anyway.
*
JACK
o-o-o
JACK
o-o-o
He thinks I don’t know he’s following me all the time. He knows I want my life and he’s trying so hard to let me have it. I don’t want to burst his bubble. So I don’t say anything, but really, I like knowing that he’s there. When I can’t sleep at night, I stare out the window through the trees at his car and wish I was out there with him.
I look around the Williams’ backyard through beer-blurry eyes and see him leaning against a tree looking hotter than hell. Just as I start stumbling toward him, Tosh and Tommy come sneaking out of the woods. I change my direction, staggering up to them and brush the bit of grass and twigs out of Tosh’s hair and Tommy makes his way back to his friends. I crack a smile. “Hey Tosh. You guys spending some quality time in the Williams’ shed?”
Even with the sliver of moonlight through the trees, I can tell her blush is flaming. And I recognise the look in her eye ‘cause I’ve been seeing it in the mirror recently. “He’s unbelievable, Jack. The things he can do with his—”
I hold up my hand. “TMI, Tosh.” But then I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. It’s great to see her so happy. “When are you guys gonna tell Owen?”
“Tommy’s going to talk to him tomorrow—I think. He said that yesterday too, though…and last week.”
I crack up. “He’s gonna beat the shit out of him, and he knows it. I think you’re gonna have to do it.”
She groans as Owen practically crashes into us, grunting, nearly knocking me to the ground. Owen wobbles, nearly to the point of falling and Tosh catches him and steadies him on his feet. “Come party with me losers.” Owen snorts and loops an arm around each of our shoulders.
“Hey Tommy!” I yell. “C’mere!”
He looks over warily, then slowly, nervously, starts to make his way over. When he finally reaches us, I loop my free hand over his shoulder.
“So, Owen, Tosh and Tommy have something they want to tell you,” I say, slipping out from under Owen’s and Tommy’s arm and linking them together.
If Owen didn’t need the support, he would have shrugged Tommy off, but instead he leans on him. “What?”
I watch as Tosh and Tommy share a glance then link their free arms together, forming a circle.
I turn my back on the trio and look around again.
Alex’s band is set up behind the house, and they are blasting out perfect sounds. Alex looks up at me and smile. I wave and smile back, I laugh when I think about what Owen called him: a geek of the Guitar Hero kind, he is, and it’s cool.
And suddenly I feel all emotional. It must be the beer ‘cause my eyes well up when I realise how much I’m gonna miss all this. But I hope I’m not gonna miss Ianto. I’ve been afraid to ask what’s gonna happen after graduation.
I stumble toward him and look back at my friends when I hear Owen shout, “You stupid shits!” He shoves Tommy and Tosh away, but only succeeds in knocking himself on his butt and into the mud.
I turn back, smiling and make my way to Ianto. When I get to him, I hook my hands over his shoulders and lean in to steady myself. I rest my head on his chest, and he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
“Hey,” I say into his shirt.
“You having fun?”
“Yeah, but you’re not.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Dunno. You’re just standing here.”
“Enjoying the view,” he says squeezing me a little tighter.
“Harkness! You suck!” Owen shouts at me.
In response, I push back from Ianto and flip him the bird. Then I reach up and twist my hand in Into’s hair, pulling his face to mine. He grins and lets me, and when he kisses me I seriously want to climb inside him and never leave.
“C’mere,” I whisper in his ear, sliding my hand under his T-shirt and running my finger along the skin at his waistband. I want him alone—now.
“Where are we going?” I feel his body respond as I hook my fingers around the button of his jeans.
“Just for a little stroll.” I turn and start to tug him by the waist of his jeans toward his car.
He smiles. “What about your friends? This may be your last bash with them.”
“To hell with my friends.”
I tow him past a line of cars to where his is parked near the woods. When we get to it, I push him into the side and lean in, pressing myself into him. The band must be on a break ‘cause I can hear Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven blasting from the stereo, but all I care about is Ianto.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks huskily, searching my face as if looking for something he lost.
“Finding our own stairway to Heaven. Your backseat looks comfortable. I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet,” I slur, pushing away from him to open the door.
I’m feeling pretty dizzy, but the potent smell of rotten eggs cuts through my drunken haze instantly. I start to turn, but a pair of hot arms grabs me from behind. Reflexively, I drop into a crouch and grab one of the arms from my waist. I lose my balance as I flip the person it’s attached to over my shoulder onto the ground in front of me. I see his face is before I fall backward into the mud.
Saxon’s one good eye stares red death at me. His other is covered with a black patch.
The next second, I’m being scooped up off the ground and thrown into Ianto’s car.
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on 2011-10-07 02:37 am (UTC)More soon.