I wish, I wish
Apr. 17th, 2008 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dani_the_girlSome day I'll write something that's not angsty, I swear. I heard this rhyme on the radio yesterday and it struck a chord so here is a post End of Days drabble.
The other day, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
Ianto hadn't realised how much of a routine they'd fallen into until it's gone. Oh, not an every Wednesday is date night sort of routine, the Rift doesn't really allow for that but a pattern to their lives. After a successful weevil hunt, Jack would always be bouncy and up; Ianto thinks it's the simplicity of the thing. Find weevil, spray weevil, stun weevil. No machinations or complications. It put him in an expansive frame of mind and he'd usually come down to find Ianto in the archives afterwards, sometimes just for a bit of banter, sometimes for something more. Owen suggesting they all grab a beer from the pub over the road together is just not the same.
He wishes he could break the habit of making Jack his coffee, of taking him up the expense reports, always an opportunity for some teasing innuendo from Jack, a quietly sarcastic joke from himself. Usually he realises what he's doing before he actually opens the office door, but not always. He catches Gwen looking at him one afternoon as he heads up there and then stops himself with his hand on the door and has to take a second before he comes back down again. She probably thinks he's touched in the head and perhaps he is. The short time he and Jack spend together shouldn't have worn such indelible pathways in his mind.
Surely it hadn't been this way after Lisa? He'd soon enough stopped feeling the urge to head down to the basement to check that everything was running alright, that she wasn't too bored or wanting anything. But then of course he'd had Jack to watch him, to distract him. He'd overwritten those old routines with new ones. Now they are all aimless, no-one quite willing to step up to taking on the whole of what Jack's left them with, each handling the pieces they feel most comfortable with.
When he thought Jack was actually dead, it was easier. Now he's just gone none of them know quite what to do, how much to write him out and no-one wants to be the first one to do it but some days, Ianto wishes they could.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away
I met a man who wasn't there
Ianto hadn't realised how much of a routine they'd fallen into until it's gone. Oh, not an every Wednesday is date night sort of routine, the Rift doesn't really allow for that but a pattern to their lives. After a successful weevil hunt, Jack would always be bouncy and up; Ianto thinks it's the simplicity of the thing. Find weevil, spray weevil, stun weevil. No machinations or complications. It put him in an expansive frame of mind and he'd usually come down to find Ianto in the archives afterwards, sometimes just for a bit of banter, sometimes for something more. Owen suggesting they all grab a beer from the pub over the road together is just not the same.
He wishes he could break the habit of making Jack his coffee, of taking him up the expense reports, always an opportunity for some teasing innuendo from Jack, a quietly sarcastic joke from himself. Usually he realises what he's doing before he actually opens the office door, but not always. He catches Gwen looking at him one afternoon as he heads up there and then stops himself with his hand on the door and has to take a second before he comes back down again. She probably thinks he's touched in the head and perhaps he is. The short time he and Jack spend together shouldn't have worn such indelible pathways in his mind.
Surely it hadn't been this way after Lisa? He'd soon enough stopped feeling the urge to head down to the basement to check that everything was running alright, that she wasn't too bored or wanting anything. But then of course he'd had Jack to watch him, to distract him. He'd overwritten those old routines with new ones. Now they are all aimless, no-one quite willing to step up to taking on the whole of what Jack's left them with, each handling the pieces they feel most comfortable with.
When he thought Jack was actually dead, it was easier. Now he's just gone none of them know quite what to do, how much to write him out and no-one wants to be the first one to do it but some days, Ianto wishes they could.
I wish, I wish he'd go away
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Date: 2008-04-17 06:18 pm (UTC)Very nice.
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Date: 2008-04-17 07:06 pm (UTC)Apparently the rhyme comes from one William Hughes Mearns.
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