Title: Dear Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Challenge: #25 Fall Out Boy songs, using “Homesick at Space Camp”
Author: Cat Moon
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Words: 529
Rating: R (for naughty talk)
Summary: Adventures in space aren't all they're cracked up to be, but they can be very revealing.



Dear Ianto,

It sucks here at Space Camp. Well, it doesn't really suck. But you're not here. So it kinda does. Send naked pix!


Jack –

So long as you're not sucking. Anyone. And I expect it's my coffee you miss. No naughty photos, I can't trust you not to share them with the Doctor. Hurry and finish whatever it is you're there to do (since it's so top secret and I'm not allowed to know). Then you can have the real thing, in person.


Ianto...

You wound me! Trust is an important part of a relationship, you know. What about myself, though? Is that allowed? (You know how flexible I am). Not expected to be totally celibate, am I? And you know why I can't tell you, the universe might implode. You don't want that, do you?


Jack

Trus….......... Sorry, had to stop laughing. Seriously, are you feeling alright? No alien drugs? Is this even you? As for that flexible bit...thanks for the mental image I didn't need. Especially not at work. You need to demonstrate when you get ho—back.


Jack,

Haven't gotten any Tardis Post from you in a few days, so I was wondering... Is everything okay?


Jack –

I got a funny postcard from the Doctor, so I know nothing is wrong. That means there's another reason for your silence. Was it something I said? I can't fix it if I don't know what it is.


Dear Jack,

Damn you. I'm sorry I laughed. You know I'm rubbish at that sort of thing. So are you supposed to be! Now you're changing the rules on me. Fine. I do trust you, you know I do. But... well, we've never talked about what...this...is. I wasn't sure how you felt. Still not. You've never said.


Ianto,

I thought you knew.


Jack,

Yes, because I'm a mind reader. No, I'm not, I'm just an ordinary 21st-century bloke from Wales who gets overwhelmed sometimes.


Dear Ianto,

Are you saying I'm overwhelming? ;) And never ordinary. Extraordinary.


Jack –

…

Jack,

Quit fishing for compliments, your ego is already more than healthy enough.

...That was me, using humor to cover the fact that I don't know what to say. I'm not good at taking compliments, not like you.


Dear Ianto,

Not a compliment, truth. When I come home, (yes, home) I'll tell you everything. It'll be safe then. The Doctor is trying to change something in the future that shouldn't have ever happened. We can't risk anything going wrong. It's a very tricky situation. I really do miss you. Wish you could have come (no pun even intended!).


Dear Jack,

So why couldn't I? Unless.. it involves me somehow? It does, doesn't it? That's why you're acting so...


Ianto,

Stop thinking. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.


Dear Jack,

I miss you, too.


Dear Ianto,

It won't be long now. By the way, thanks for the amusing recording of “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah.” I think. This is not some sort of 'message', is it? Because even if I was having fun I'd still rather be home with you. So there.


Dear Jack,

Come home soon.

Love, Ianto