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These Lives We Lead (21/21)


Title: These Lives We Lead

Author: omfg_yaoi_squee / ello luv / Mimi

Fandom: Torchwood

Characters/Pairings: eventual Jack/Ianto, mention of one-sided Gwen/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, one-sided Tosh/Owen (perhaps more in later chapters), John Hart/OFC, past Ianto/Lisa, the Doctor (Ten), Rhiannon/Johnny, OCs

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jack Harkness is the most popular boy in year 13 – if not the entire school. When a new boy is transferred there, things start to get a little more complicated…

A/N: Thanks to my LJ betas

 eriinxx, aranellaurelote, and butterflycell. Thank you also to my artist draw_yourworld. You’ll be seeing stuff from her later ^__^

 Previous Chapters:
Prologue: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7255.html
Chapter 1: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7931.html
Chapter 2: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
1856.html
Chapter 3: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
4392.html
Chapter 4: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
7112.html
Chapter 5: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
00351.html
Chapter 6: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
03566.html
Chapter 7:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103756.html
Chapter 8:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103958.html
Chapter 9:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104321.html
Chapter 10:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104595.html
Chapter 11:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104877.html
Chapter 12:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104987.html
Chapter 13:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105367.html
Chapter 14:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105510.html
Chapter 15:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105848.html

Chapter 16: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106060.html
Chapter 17:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106324.html
Chapter 18:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106658.html
Chapter 19:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106970.html


 

Chapter 20 – Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

 

After that last day of fun, things took a turn for the serious for the Torchwood gang. As soon as they were back from school after the Easter holidays, the teachers were on their backs like never before about their approaching exams. On top of that, there was a massive push on getting things ready for the Leaver’s Assembly that was going to be held on their last morning before study leave.

 

Their year’s yearbook was being organized by a team of elected students from the year, but they barely had time to write quotes and messages for each other, let alone gather together group and profile photos to adorn the pages. Somehow, amongst the mad scramble for last minute learning and hurried revision, things began to come together

 

Three weeks before the final day, when “senioritis” – as Jack so lovingly called it – had fully set in, there was a whole year vote on which student should be elected to give a parting speech at the assembly. People were nominated throughout the first week and, over the weekend; the five students with the most nominations were selected and put into a new list for a second round of voting

 

Naturally, Jack and John had been two of the five but, much to everyone’s surprise and Jack’s delight, Ianto too was named – albeit below the two school heart-throbs. Across the following week, students and the staff who taught year 13 lessons, voted for the top five, the results posted up on the common room notice board Friday lunchtime. Everyone had rushed to find out the results and, much to the surprise of Torchwood – with the exception of Jack – Ianto had been voted to give the speech.

 

He’d barely managed to digest the information as those around him congratulated him and slapped him on the back before he had to rush to reach his afternoon lesson on time. Ianto had been immensely glad that it was a Friday, as it meant that he would be able to spend a few hours that evening with Jack whilst Ifan worked a little late.

 

No sooner had they got through Ianto’s front door than he punched Jack in the arm.

 

‘What was that for?!’ Jack cried with a grin, knowing perfectly well what he’d done to earn himself the punch.

 

‘Getting people to vote for me for the speech, that’s what.’ Ianto did his best to glower, but Jack slunk over to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, and Ianto let it melt into a grin. ‘John’s going to be pissed.’

 

‘Not really, it was his idea as well.’ Jack laughed as Ianto gawped and kissed him playfully.

 

*

 

The final week was electric and the teachers were all at the edges of their abilities when it came to keeping year 13 in order. The Doctor had even forced them to endure one of his infamous “almost there, but careful not to fall at the last hurdle” assemblies, which everyone promptly decided to ignore, as per usual. They only had that week left, with their Leaver’s Assembly on the Friday morning and everyone was jumping and anxious as they looked forward to it. 

 

The week went far too quickly and, before they knew it, the final day was upon them. The whole year gathered in the main school hall, chattering and buzzing excitedly as they waited for what was to come. When the lights of the hall went out and the stage lights came on, everyone’s attention was focused on the front.

 

In a flurry of music and laughter, several of the school’s clubs gave performances, from the school choir to the street dance team to the drama students – who did a fantastic comedy sketch based on some of the more legendary teachers at the school. Things quietened for a moment before Toshiko and John took the stage and proceeded with their mock award ceremony, handing out all sorts of awards from ‘girl most likely to be bought a drink’ to ‘biggest poser’ – naturally, Jack and John had jointly won the latter.

 

The laughter escalated as each award got more and more crazy, until they reached the final, most prestigious award; ‘most likely to achieve world domination’. Everyone whooped and cheered as the last of the recipients moved back to their seats and the atmosphere began to settle down. Jack reached his seat and nudged Ianto to get moving. Rhys had already set up the slideshow he’d compiled for his speech and the room was beginning to grow expectant.

 

With nerves eating away at his insides, he made his way to the stage, pulling out his folded speech as he went. He took the remote control for the laptop running the slideshow into the projector and made his way onto the stage to stand behind the lectern on one side. He smoothed out the sheets of paper in front of him, took a breath and started the slideshow going.

 

He took a moment to look out across the year, almost one hundred and twenty students all staring up at the projected images – a montage of school photographs taken in year 7. He heard laughs skittering out across the room and smiled to himself.

 

‘I guess I got the short straw with the serious bit, but someone has to do it. “The powerful play goes on , and you may contribute a verse”, words written by Henry David Thoreau, telling of a good philosophy to live by.’ He paused for a moment. ‘In the past year, I’ve learnt more about myself than I would’ve thought possible and I’m a little further along the way of knowing what I want my verse to be.

 

‘When I was little, I was so sure that I would grow up to be an astronaut. I was going to pioneer the out reaches of the universe and discover new worlds and new races. When I grew up, I realised I hated physics, so that was that draft out the window.’ He smiled at the laughter, knowing that everyone would have a similar experience. ‘Now, I’m not so sure, but that’s okay. University is fine by me, it’s the next step, but what happens after that is still unwritten. Some of you may know how your verse will go right now, but for those of you like me, it’s just a different type of adventure.

 

‘So far today, we’ve been hearing about the past and laughing at the things that have brought us to where we are – and believe me, those six years were fun for me to see from a newcomer’s perspective – but just looking at the school photos, back when coming to this school was the next big adventure, you can see how things have changed. Some things were for the worse, but more of them were for the better – and I can say that from personal experience.’

 

‘I’m going to speak for all of us when I thank the Doctor, our form tutors and the rest of the staff for everything they’ve put up with over the past seven years. Personally, I’m also going to thank Miss Noble for letting me use these particularly fetching photos of you all. Looking through them was most... entertaining.’ Ianto grinned, pointedly catching Jack’s eye. His boyfriend had sported a rather fetching mop top in those days. He glanced back at the photos, just catching a glimpse of a twelve year old Rhys with a laugh, and turned back to the year. ‘This is the point where everything changes, but I’ve got a feeling we’re ready – and not just because we have to be. With the support that our friends, family and teachers have shown us over the years, we can go on to finish those verses.’

 

In almost perfect timing, the slideshow flicked to a photo of the whole year sprawled across the front steps of the school, holding banners and cheering to the camera. The response of the year group sitting in the room was just the same, everyone jumping to their feet, whistling and cheering as Ianto scooted from the stage, returning to his seat by Jack. He felt a kiss on his cheek, which sent a warm feeling through him and eradicated the last of the nerves from his speech.

 

By the time the Doctor had taken the stage for the final speech, Ianto was basking in the same excitement and nostalgia that the rest of his year were, his fingers securely entwined with Jack’s.

 

*

 

School may have ended for them, but study leave had begun in full force. Ianto was keeping strictly to the revision timetable he’d worked out with Tosh. It quickly became a habit for Jack to bring his study materials over to Ianto’s, where they’d work diligently, Jack seemingly spurred on and encouraged by Ianto’s own determination.

 

At the weekends, revision would ease off and the group – plus Carys – would gather at the park or at John’s to enjoy the weather and relieve the stress that studying and revising had pushed upon them all. Before they knew it, however, the two weeks of revision amnesty before the first of the group’s scheduled exams passed far too quickly for their liking and they found themselves wading through exams and resits.

 

Ianto found himself feeling exceptionally glad that he didn’t have to resit any of his modules like John, Rhys and Gwen. Fortunately though, once the first of his exams had passed, the rest seem to fly by and Ianto came out of his last exam feeling like a weight had lifted from him.

 

Much to his surprise, as he came out from school that afternoon, he found Ifan waiting for him with a grin. He promptly found himself spending the evening celebrating his newfound freedom over dinner and catching a film. His previous plans had been to wait until Jack’s last exam, nearly a week later, to celebrate in some way, but his dad’s uncharacteristic surprise plans were even better.

 

Ianto spent the rest of the week sleeping in late and lounging around reading his books whilst Jack continued to revise furiously at the dining table. Ianto kept him on a constant supply of coffee and, by the end of his last exam, his mood clearly said the hard work had been worth it. That afternoon, as per their previous agreement, Ifan had packed up to go visit some friends back in Cardiff, leaving Ianto and Jack alone for the weekend.

 

They watched DVDs and ate junk food and made the most of their time alone. The evening and night that followed were by far the best way to enjoy their joint freedom. As Ianto sat there with Jack snuggled up at his side, he couldn’t help but release a sigh of contentment.

 

‘What is it?’ Jack asked, twining their fingers.

 

‘Nothing,’ Ianto replied, ‘I’m just happy.’

 

‘Me too,’ Jack said, ‘I love you.’

 

‘I love you too.’

 

And life went on.



 

A/N: Well, that's it, that's the end. Thank you to every one who read, reviewed, faved, and followed! To finish off, I need you to cast back to memory to the chapter where Jack met Ianto's family. I give to you, from draw_yourworld, a family portrait:



TOP ROW (from left to right): Johnny, Jack, Ianto, JJ, Jonas, Arwyn
BOTTOM ROW (from left to right): Rhiannon, Rowan, Laurie, Kay, Gwendolyn, Calum, Michaela, Ryo, Rachael, Selena

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
butterflycell
Jun. 8th, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)
excellent little bit added to the end - well done on the fic!!
iantosgal
Jun. 8th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
Ah sad to see this over! Really enjoyed it!
broms_lullaby
Jun. 8th, 2010 11:23 pm (UTC)
I loved the story, may I beg for a sequel? Torchwood at University? Please?
sbs_01
Jun. 9th, 2010 04:44 am (UTC)
Every nice story. I too would enjoy a sequel.
chocolatenianto
Jun. 9th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
Brilliant story so sad its over, can i add my voice to the Torchwood at uni sequel.
ireland22
Jun. 10th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
fabulous story
missthingsplace
Jun. 14th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
I loved this, fantastic fic :)
sandysan2013
Feb. 28th, 2012 04:08 pm (UTC)
This was a fun look at the characters at a younger age.
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