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Fic: Love The Coat

TITLE: Love the coat aka Five Times Ianto sleeps with The Coat
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood is property of the BBC and RTD. (as is the coat)
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Ianto/coat, Ianto/Jack
SUMMARY: Five drabbles that depict five times Ianto Jones slept with Jack Harkness' coat. Mostly angsty.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: kaimu_art reminded me that I hadn’t finished this fic with her lovely art. So this is for her. Thanks also to my beta pinkfairy727.

Jack glanced across to the man in the passenger seat of the SUV. His head was lolling against the headrest, as he dozed fitfully. Jack watched as bruised and bloody knuckles clutched instinctively for the blue wool of his greatcoat.

“Sir, I’m fine, really.” Ianto insisted, trying to push away the coat that Jack was laying over him, as he sat shivering in the passenger seat.

“Just take the damn coat Ianto so we can get the fuck out of here.” Owen grouched as he climbed into the SUV behind Ianto. Ianto and Jack’s eyes locked for a moment before Ianto gave up, and instead of pushing the coat away, clutched it tightly to his chest, nodding his thanks to his Captain.


Jack was gone. He’d left and Ianto had realised too late just how much he’d come to care for him. He clung to the coat, trying to breathe in its scent, of Jack, grateful that it still lingered. That musky smell of sweat on the collar, coffee Jack accidentally spilled and thinks Ianto won’t notice, and 51st Century pheromones that smell oddly like the new aftershave from Diesel. But it’s not. It’s Jack – or the sensory remains of him at least.

Ianto sunk to the floor behind Jack’s desk and cried. He cried until there was only dry sobs left, until his grief took him into exhausted sleep.


“I can’t move,” Ianto said breathlessly, shivering slightly as his bare backside rested on the cold concrete of Jack’s office floor. Jack’s deep-bellied chuckle sounded from beside him, vibrating through him where Jack’s hands and legs were still touching him.

“I don’t think my office floor is the comfiest or warmest place to sleep.”

Jack watched in amusement as Ianto’s hand groped blindly about the floor before his fingers brushed against Jack’s wool coat. His gaze turned to one of fondness as Ianto dragged the heavy fabric over his naked body, his toes wriggling as they poked out the end. Jack laughed again before leaning in to kiss Ianto’s closed eyelids.


Jack came back from taking a distraught Gwen home to Rhys to find Ianto sat on the couch crying into Jack’s dirty coat. Two thousand years of dirt was still clinging to it, matted in places, but Ianto didn’t seem to care, letting the dirt stick to his tear-streaked face.

“Ianto?” Jack hesitated at the top of the stairs.

Ianto looked up abruptly, “You weren’t here.” He sobbed. “I didn’t want to wash it because it would stop smelling like you, and you weren’t here to be you,” Ianto was flustered, at a loss for words in his grief. Jack crossed to the couch and sat down beside Ianto, pulling him into his arms, letting him cry himself into an exhausted sleep.


“’m cold,” Ianto whispered softly against Jack’s shoulder. Jack was already pulling his coat off, wrapping it round Ianto as tightly as he could, trying to stave off even a fraction of the cold that was seeping into their bones.

“What about you?” Ianto mumbled, his words slurring slightly as his head flopped back down onto Jack’s shoulder.

“I’ll survive.” There was something choked back in Jack’s words as he watched Ianto’s eyes slipping closed.

“Get some sleep,” Jack whispered, pressing a kiss to Ianto’s forehead, watching as the white-knuckle grip on Jack’s coat went lax.

Ianto never woke up.


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Jan. 31st, 2009 08:31 pm (UTC)

That was gorgeous...but now I need a serious pick-me-up. =P
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:03 am (UTC)
Awww thank you. *offers teddy bears and chocolates*
Jan. 31st, 2009 08:32 pm (UTC)
oh these were wonderful! I loved the third one, nicely lighthearted amongst everything else. And the last one, yes, not that I want Ianto to die, but if he does that is definitely the way I want it to happen.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:06 am (UTC)
I couldn't help but put the 3rd one in. And yes, I have images of Ianto dying somehow and his last words being 'I'm cold' at which point Jack pulls his coat off and wraps it round Ianto. Some part of Jack thinking - if the coat's my armor then maybe it can save Ianto too... obviously I've thought way too much about this.

Thanks for reading (and inspiring) though. :)
Jan. 31st, 2009 08:36 pm (UTC)

Ianto never woke up.

Oh my God! That had me tearing up. I loved it.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:06 am (UTC)
That was the effect I was going for. Glad you loved it and thanks for reading.
Jan. 31st, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
*chokes on a sob* Something in me just broke.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:07 am (UTC)
Oh dear. I'm sorry. Thanks for reading though.
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Jan. 31st, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)
oh! oh Ianto!

you may have just broken me.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:07 am (UTC)
Sorry hun. *hugs* Thanks for reading though.
Jan. 31st, 2009 09:12 pm (UTC)
ahhh! why do you do this to me. poor ianto!!! is it bad that i read this total in a TOTALLY different way, or was that intentional? i'm gonna go cry now
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)
Sorry. And it was intentional on my part. A little play on words. ;) Thanks for reading.
Jan. 31st, 2009 09:31 pm (UTC)
What's heartbreaking about this is the implied image of Jack coming back to life holding Ianto's cold body in his arms, wrapped in his coat ...poor Jack ...
Beautifully done with an economic use of words to such powerful effect...
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:09 am (UTC)
I like implied heartbreak better, means I don't have to think about it as long. ;) Thanks for reading, and for the lovely comments. Glad you enjoyed it.
Jan. 31st, 2009 09:53 pm (UTC)
Powerful. Snuck up on me too, dammit. Where in the hell are my tissues?!?!

Great job!
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:10 am (UTC)
I did warn for angst. Thanks for the comments. :)
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Jan. 31st, 2009 10:13 pm (UTC)
I'm tearing up from the last one right now. Beautifully done.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:10 am (UTC)
*offers tissues* Thanks for reading.
Jan. 31st, 2009 10:14 pm (UTC)
I clicked it without reading the summary, expecting crack or humour, so this and especially the end came as a complete surprise. I actually mean to say that I loved its organic structure and poignancy. It will definitely go up with my recs for February.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:11 am (UTC)
Awwww thank you so much. *grins* And yeah the five times stories are usually funny so I thought I'd be different. ;) Glad you enjoyed this.
Jan. 31st, 2009 10:16 pm (UTC)
You broke me ... gorgeous.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
*glues you back together* Thanks for reading though.
Jan. 31st, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
This wonderful and heart breaking at the same time.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
Thank you so much. :)
Jan. 31st, 2009 11:54 pm (UTC)
Oh dear. Short and devastating, I really didn't expect it. Lovely images, and you convey a lot of emotion whilst being very economical.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
Thank you so much. Glad that you enjoyed it.
Feb. 1st, 2009 12:55 am (UTC)
You know I already love it. I love the lightness of number 3 compared to the rest. It stops the whole thing becoming too depressing.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:13 am (UTC)
*grins* Thanks hun. :)
Feb. 1st, 2009 01:31 am (UTC)

That was heartbreaking. And yet completely real.
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:13 am (UTC)
Thank you so much. :)
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