Title: After The Rift Storm 1/1
Author: blucougar57
Summary: Post Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Ianto doesn't hold a grudge for Jack leaving. He can't see the point, not when time could be better spent offering some much needed comfort.
Rating: K
Warnings: H/C - less hurt, more comfort.
A/N: Because I needed a bit of fluff.
"After the Rift Storm"
Ianto honestly hadn't intended to fall straight back into bed with Jack after his very abrupt return from... well, from wherever it was that he'd swanned off to with the Doctor. He'd had every intention of playing hard to get, to force the Captain to work hard to get back into his good graces. It was a risky manoeuvre. He'd known all along that despite her engagement to Rhys, Gwen still pined for Jack, and there was the chance that Jack might fall instead into Gwen's more than willing arms.
It might have seemed that was actually the case, given what Ianto witnessed between Jack and Gwen on the CCTV immediately after bringing John Hart back to the Hub. He was nothing if not observant, though, and where others might have interpreted Jack's exchange with Gwen as being a bad thing for Ianto, Ianto himself didn't see it that way.
He'd never tried to kid himself that Jack wasn't infatuated with Gwen, at least to a point. He knew Jack loved the feisty, frustrating, determined woman in his own inimitable way. Jack would always have love for more than just one person at a time. It was practically written into his DNA, but rather than allow himself to be despondent about it, Ianto chose to see it from a positive perspective. Yes, Jack loved Gwen, but that didn't mean he loved Ianto any less and, despite Jack's cavalier attitude towards sex, he respected the boundaries of relationships far too much to act on any unrequited feelings.
What Ianto had observed in the CCTV footage was not Jack lusting after something that he couldn't have, but rather accepting Gwen's choice to marry Rhys and to offer her a somewhat melancholy blessing. Gwen clearly saw it differently, judging by her careless comment about accepting Rhys' proposal because 'no one else would have her'. Frankly, Ianto thought that if that was her attitude, then she had a responsibility to cut Rhys loose, and leave the man with at least a shred of dignity, as well as the chance to go out and find someone who truly appreciated him.
It left a tiny smile on Ianto's face when, instead of throwing himself at her as Gwen apparently had expected him to, Jack had instead offered his congratulations and then backed away. Not that he was one to gloat, but Ianto wished things hadn't gone to hell the way they had so soon afterwards. He would have loved to oh-so-casually ask Jack where he'd like to go for their date when the others (namely Gwen) were within earshot.
Immature? Maybe. Satisfying? Definitely. He was only human, after all.
But things had gone to hell, because this was Torchwood and Torchwood didn't do bright, sunny and carefree fluffiness. John Hart made a half-arsed shot at stalling the team so that he could get his precious and apparently non-existent Arcadian diamond; Gwen barely survived being poisoned (Jack had warned her not to let John kiss her, so his sympathy was a little on the dull side, there); Owen was shot in the shoulder (again) and Tosh had a nice old migraine from being whacked across the head. And Jack, of course, died. Typical Torchwood day, really, even if it did happen at night.
Then time reset itself (and didn't that just leave Ianto experiencing serious déjà vu) and they had to avoid themselves for the next ten to twelve hours.
Ianto had been prepared to go home and curl up in his own bed for that period of time but Jack, bless him, decided he owed them and booked them all into the St David's Hotel, of all places, for some relaxation and serious pampering.
That was another thing that irritated Ianto; the attitude of the others, and Gwen in particular, that Jack had betrayed them by leaving. Yes, he'd been upset. They all had been upset by Jack's abrupt disappearance, and no one would deny them the right to feel that way, but betrayed? That was stretching it, especially after it became clear that he'd gone with the Doctor. Gwen, even more than Tosh and Owen, should have understood, after she'd confessed Jack had made references to 'the right kind of doctor' on multiple occasions in her presence, but she chose to act affronted at Jack's actions.
It really was a bit rich, Ianto thought at the time when Gwen turned on Jack in the Hub and verbally ripped him a new one for leaving them. Given their betrayal had seen Jack die a horrific death at the metaphorical hands of Abbadon, they were the last ones who should have been standing as judge and jury over Jack.
Really, a little understanding and sympathy wouldn't have gone astray from any of them, but it was like after the faeries incident when they'd lost the Chosen One, Jasmine. On arrival at the hotel, Gwen, Tosh and Owen had all taken their door keys from Jack and headed to their individual rooms without so much as a 'good night' to their hapless leader. When Jack had turned to Ianto, with a look that suggested he was expecting the same silent treatment from the younger man, Ianto had taken some pleasure in surprising him by taking his hand.
"I don't think we really need to bother with a separate room, do we?" Ianto had asked lightly. Jack's eyebrows shot up, and Ianto had smiled wryly. "No sex. Not yet."
Jack's face fell just slightly, but he quickly fixed it into a big grin that did nothing to hide the pain in his eyes.
"Not quite ready to forgive me yet, huh? Well, I guess I can understand that. Gives me something to work towards, doesn't it?"
Ianto silenced him with a quick, chaste kiss.
"There's nothing to forgive, except the fact that you left without at least leaving a note. I admit I don't know why you had to go, but you never do anything without a damned good reason. Don't see why you leaving would be any different. Now, come on. I'm knackered but I need a shower before I can even think about sleep."
It was when no dirty comment or innuendo was forthcoming that Ianto had really noticed for the first time that not all was right with his Captain. The second time was when he got a good look at Jack's emaciated body when the Captain was stripping off to take his turn in the shower. That disturbed Ianto greatly, and prompted him to phone Room Service and order a selection of food. Jack was clearly painfully hungry, but took care not to wolf food down too quickly, or to take too much.
All together, it was the sight of Jack behaving with unnatural reservation and timidity that finally encouraged Ianto to ask the same question that Gwen had asked hours previous in the Hub tunnels.
"Where did you go, Jack?"
He hoped he sounded less demanding than Gwen had, but he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. Besides, it didn't hurt to ask, and if Jack truly didn't want to answer then Ianto wasn't going to force him into doing so.
Jack fell quiet, his gaze fixed on his hands, which were resting in his lap. Not easily, though, Ianto noticed. His hands had the beginnings of the faintest tremor in them — something else which disturbed Ianto greatly. He'd never known his Captain's hands to be anything but rock solid. He refrained from adding that Jack didn't need to feel obliged to answer. He either would or he wouldn't and Ianto wasn't going to patronise him by stating the obvious.
"I went to the end of the world," Jack admitted finally, repeating what he had said earlier to Gwen. "I saw the end of the world, Ianto."
"I gather you're not speaking geographically," Ianto murmured. Jack shuddered violently.
"I watched a madman unleash hell on the world, and I couldn't stop him. Everything I loved... Everyone I loved died."
Even me, Ianto thought numbly, his over-active mind adding in a most unwanted image to accompany what Jack hadn't said.
"How long was it for you?" Ianto asked, choosing not to press Jack on the details. They would come later, if Jack wanted to share it.
"A year," Jack admitted dully. "Maybe a bit more, taking into account what went on before and after. We had clean-up and repairs to take care of, so that took a little while. Yeah, a bit over a year."
It made no sense to Ianto, and he made no effort to try and understand. All he knew was that Jack had apparently endured a terrible trauma for a long time, and that effectively erased any possible lingering resentment he might have felt over Jack's departure.
"When was the last time you got to sleep in a bed, with someone holding you who didn't want to hurt you?" Ianto wondered softly. Jack laughed, but the sound was strangled, ugly.
"Bed? A couple of nights ago. I got to sleep in my old room in the TARDIS. She helped me to sleep... took away the nightmares. Physical contact that didn't involve torture? When we slept together before Tosh and I went back in time through the rift."
Ianto felt shocked. That was four or five months for him, but so much longer for Jack. For someone who was so tactile, and craved intimate contact like the body craved water, it seemed unimaginable.
"Jack, will you be all right if I hold you now?" Ianto asked softly. Jack looked sideways at him, fear mixed with hope etched all over his face.
"Please...?" he asked softly, in that too-timid voice that was so completely un-Jack-like.
Gently urging Jack to lie down, Ianto started to slide into the bed behind him, only to stop when Jack stiffened.
"Please," Jack whispered. "Not behind me. Not yet."
Ianto didn't question why, though he could reasonably guess. Instead, he went around to the other side of the bed and slipped in under the covers so that he and Jack lay face to face. He lifted an arm, but waited for Jack to move willingly into his embrace rather than risking doing anything that might frighten Jack.
A smile graced his lips as Jack uttered a sound of contentment and curled in against Ianto. Only then did Ianto lightly close his arms around the Captain.
"I won't leave again," Jack whispered, his voice muffled from where his face was somewhat smooshed against Ianto's shoulder.
"I won't hold you to that promise," Ianto assured him. "There may be a time again in the future when you'll have to go, when the Doctor will need you. All I want is to know you'll come back."
Jack shuddered in his embrace, and Ianto thought he detected a telling damp spot forming on his tee-shirt.
"Always," Jack promised, and Ianto smiled.
Jack had promised him, and that was enough.
tbc
Go Here For Chapter Two
Author: blucougar57
Summary: Post Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Ianto doesn't hold a grudge for Jack leaving. He can't see the point, not when time could be better spent offering some much needed comfort.
Rating: K
Warnings: H/C - less hurt, more comfort.
A/N: Because I needed a bit of fluff.
Ianto honestly hadn't intended to fall straight back into bed with Jack after his very abrupt return from... well, from wherever it was that he'd swanned off to with the Doctor. He'd had every intention of playing hard to get, to force the Captain to work hard to get back into his good graces. It was a risky manoeuvre. He'd known all along that despite her engagement to Rhys, Gwen still pined for Jack, and there was the chance that Jack might fall instead into Gwen's more than willing arms.
It might have seemed that was actually the case, given what Ianto witnessed between Jack and Gwen on the CCTV immediately after bringing John Hart back to the Hub. He was nothing if not observant, though, and where others might have interpreted Jack's exchange with Gwen as being a bad thing for Ianto, Ianto himself didn't see it that way.
He'd never tried to kid himself that Jack wasn't infatuated with Gwen, at least to a point. He knew Jack loved the feisty, frustrating, determined woman in his own inimitable way. Jack would always have love for more than just one person at a time. It was practically written into his DNA, but rather than allow himself to be despondent about it, Ianto chose to see it from a positive perspective. Yes, Jack loved Gwen, but that didn't mean he loved Ianto any less and, despite Jack's cavalier attitude towards sex, he respected the boundaries of relationships far too much to act on any unrequited feelings.
What Ianto had observed in the CCTV footage was not Jack lusting after something that he couldn't have, but rather accepting Gwen's choice to marry Rhys and to offer her a somewhat melancholy blessing. Gwen clearly saw it differently, judging by her careless comment about accepting Rhys' proposal because 'no one else would have her'. Frankly, Ianto thought that if that was her attitude, then she had a responsibility to cut Rhys loose, and leave the man with at least a shred of dignity, as well as the chance to go out and find someone who truly appreciated him.
It left a tiny smile on Ianto's face when, instead of throwing himself at her as Gwen apparently had expected him to, Jack had instead offered his congratulations and then backed away. Not that he was one to gloat, but Ianto wished things hadn't gone to hell the way they had so soon afterwards. He would have loved to oh-so-casually ask Jack where he'd like to go for their date when the others (namely Gwen) were within earshot.
Immature? Maybe. Satisfying? Definitely. He was only human, after all.
But things had gone to hell, because this was Torchwood and Torchwood didn't do bright, sunny and carefree fluffiness. John Hart made a half-arsed shot at stalling the team so that he could get his precious and apparently non-existent Arcadian diamond; Gwen barely survived being poisoned (Jack had warned her not to let John kiss her, so his sympathy was a little on the dull side, there); Owen was shot in the shoulder (again) and Tosh had a nice old migraine from being whacked across the head. And Jack, of course, died. Typical Torchwood day, really, even if it did happen at night.
Then time reset itself (and didn't that just leave Ianto experiencing serious déjà vu) and they had to avoid themselves for the next ten to twelve hours.
Ianto had been prepared to go home and curl up in his own bed for that period of time but Jack, bless him, decided he owed them and booked them all into the St David's Hotel, of all places, for some relaxation and serious pampering.
That was another thing that irritated Ianto; the attitude of the others, and Gwen in particular, that Jack had betrayed them by leaving. Yes, he'd been upset. They all had been upset by Jack's abrupt disappearance, and no one would deny them the right to feel that way, but betrayed? That was stretching it, especially after it became clear that he'd gone with the Doctor. Gwen, even more than Tosh and Owen, should have understood, after she'd confessed Jack had made references to 'the right kind of doctor' on multiple occasions in her presence, but she chose to act affronted at Jack's actions.
It really was a bit rich, Ianto thought at the time when Gwen turned on Jack in the Hub and verbally ripped him a new one for leaving them. Given their betrayal had seen Jack die a horrific death at the metaphorical hands of Abbadon, they were the last ones who should have been standing as judge and jury over Jack.
Really, a little understanding and sympathy wouldn't have gone astray from any of them, but it was like after the faeries incident when they'd lost the Chosen One, Jasmine. On arrival at the hotel, Gwen, Tosh and Owen had all taken their door keys from Jack and headed to their individual rooms without so much as a 'good night' to their hapless leader. When Jack had turned to Ianto, with a look that suggested he was expecting the same silent treatment from the younger man, Ianto had taken some pleasure in surprising him by taking his hand.
"I don't think we really need to bother with a separate room, do we?" Ianto had asked lightly. Jack's eyebrows shot up, and Ianto had smiled wryly. "No sex. Not yet."
Jack's face fell just slightly, but he quickly fixed it into a big grin that did nothing to hide the pain in his eyes.
"Not quite ready to forgive me yet, huh? Well, I guess I can understand that. Gives me something to work towards, doesn't it?"
Ianto silenced him with a quick, chaste kiss.
"There's nothing to forgive, except the fact that you left without at least leaving a note. I admit I don't know why you had to go, but you never do anything without a damned good reason. Don't see why you leaving would be any different. Now, come on. I'm knackered but I need a shower before I can even think about sleep."
It was when no dirty comment or innuendo was forthcoming that Ianto had really noticed for the first time that not all was right with his Captain. The second time was when he got a good look at Jack's emaciated body when the Captain was stripping off to take his turn in the shower. That disturbed Ianto greatly, and prompted him to phone Room Service and order a selection of food. Jack was clearly painfully hungry, but took care not to wolf food down too quickly, or to take too much.
All together, it was the sight of Jack behaving with unnatural reservation and timidity that finally encouraged Ianto to ask the same question that Gwen had asked hours previous in the Hub tunnels.
"Where did you go, Jack?"
He hoped he sounded less demanding than Gwen had, but he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. Besides, it didn't hurt to ask, and if Jack truly didn't want to answer then Ianto wasn't going to force him into doing so.
Jack fell quiet, his gaze fixed on his hands, which were resting in his lap. Not easily, though, Ianto noticed. His hands had the beginnings of the faintest tremor in them — something else which disturbed Ianto greatly. He'd never known his Captain's hands to be anything but rock solid. He refrained from adding that Jack didn't need to feel obliged to answer. He either would or he wouldn't and Ianto wasn't going to patronise him by stating the obvious.
"I went to the end of the world," Jack admitted finally, repeating what he had said earlier to Gwen. "I saw the end of the world, Ianto."
"I gather you're not speaking geographically," Ianto murmured. Jack shuddered violently.
"I watched a madman unleash hell on the world, and I couldn't stop him. Everything I loved... Everyone I loved died."
Even me, Ianto thought numbly, his over-active mind adding in a most unwanted image to accompany what Jack hadn't said.
"How long was it for you?" Ianto asked, choosing not to press Jack on the details. They would come later, if Jack wanted to share it.
"A year," Jack admitted dully. "Maybe a bit more, taking into account what went on before and after. We had clean-up and repairs to take care of, so that took a little while. Yeah, a bit over a year."
It made no sense to Ianto, and he made no effort to try and understand. All he knew was that Jack had apparently endured a terrible trauma for a long time, and that effectively erased any possible lingering resentment he might have felt over Jack's departure.
"When was the last time you got to sleep in a bed, with someone holding you who didn't want to hurt you?" Ianto wondered softly. Jack laughed, but the sound was strangled, ugly.
"Bed? A couple of nights ago. I got to sleep in my old room in the TARDIS. She helped me to sleep... took away the nightmares. Physical contact that didn't involve torture? When we slept together before Tosh and I went back in time through the rift."
Ianto felt shocked. That was four or five months for him, but so much longer for Jack. For someone who was so tactile, and craved intimate contact like the body craved water, it seemed unimaginable.
"Jack, will you be all right if I hold you now?" Ianto asked softly. Jack looked sideways at him, fear mixed with hope etched all over his face.
"Please...?" he asked softly, in that too-timid voice that was so completely un-Jack-like.
Gently urging Jack to lie down, Ianto started to slide into the bed behind him, only to stop when Jack stiffened.
"Please," Jack whispered. "Not behind me. Not yet."
Ianto didn't question why, though he could reasonably guess. Instead, he went around to the other side of the bed and slipped in under the covers so that he and Jack lay face to face. He lifted an arm, but waited for Jack to move willingly into his embrace rather than risking doing anything that might frighten Jack.
A smile graced his lips as Jack uttered a sound of contentment and curled in against Ianto. Only then did Ianto lightly close his arms around the Captain.
"I won't leave again," Jack whispered, his voice muffled from where his face was somewhat smooshed against Ianto's shoulder.
"I won't hold you to that promise," Ianto assured him. "There may be a time again in the future when you'll have to go, when the Doctor will need you. All I want is to know you'll come back."
Jack shuddered in his embrace, and Ianto thought he detected a telling damp spot forming on his tee-shirt.
"Always," Jack promised, and Ianto smiled.
Jack had promised him, and that was enough.
tbc
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Maybe now I can actually get through EoD and KKBB without wishing that Jack would retcon all four of their ungrateful, traitorous hides back to infancy.
Hmm. Then again, probably not.
But at least I can come back and reread this lovely fic to make it better. :)
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The "you betrayed us" attitude really irked me, but I got the impression there was less anomosity from Ianto towards Jack during that ep, and really, if any of them had the right to be angry with Jack, it was Ianto. But given he forgave them all so readily after Abbadon, you'd think they could have found it in themselves to give him the same absolution when he came home. Just goes to show who was truly the character with the most heart and soul, and it wasn't Gwen.
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They nearly bring the end of the world, but Jack fixes the problem - dying horribly in the process, but hey he can't stay dead, so that's not a big deal, right? grr - and all the innocent people whose deaths they caused are brought back and none of it really happened, so no harm, no foul.
Then, after more than a century of waiting for him, the Doctor finally shows himself, but he's got less than 2 minutes to get to him before the arrogant git will be taking off again. So, he can either wait around to tell them where he's going and risk having to wait another century or "inconsiderately" run to catch him while he's got the chance - not knowing he's going to end up at the end of the universe FCOL!
And I just love Gwen's "We knew nothing, Jack!" Yeah? You sure seemed to think you did when you all went and opened the rift when he was saying clearly not to!
Okay, stopping now. I can rant about that aspect of those episodes for days. LOL
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I agree with you about that scene where Gwen told Jack she accepted Rhys' proposal because "no one else would have me". She was sending Jack an invitation and instead of accepting it he backed off and gave her his blessing.
Your Ianto is no fool. He can clearly see that Jack was traumatized by what happened while he was away and offers comfort instead of criticism. Beautiful!
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I don't believed for a second that Ianto would have overlooked whatever traumas might have been lingering in Jack's mind, and Ianto was far too comfortable with Jack in the next ep for them not to have had some sort of positive closure. Unfortunately, these are the things RTD never lets us see.
Thank you! :)
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I like the idea of doing a series of fluffy one-shots, but I was actually mulling over a follow-on from this piece, where Ianto confronts the others (and Gwen in particular) over their determination to hold a grudge against Jack for leaving.
In the meantime, I have the next chapter of the latest "What Never Should Be" installment to type up...
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You might want to know she surfaces for a brief cameo along with Martha at the end of "New Beginnings", but there is no whisper of her in "The Physician's Tale".
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I didn't mind Rose, I guess, and it just suited my story to save her at Canary Wharf, but canon-wise I have to say this:
Donna Noble = BEST. COMPANION. EVER.
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Loved it.
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I so love this story ^^
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Thank you. :)
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To show that Ianto understands Jack so well and can judge his reactions and motifs, and Gwen’ behavior – that’s very wise move. As is an understanding that Jack’ leaving them wasn’t meant as betrayal, unlike their own actions against him. It’s good that Ianto draws right conclusion and acts on it. Perceptive, understanding Ianto who is willing to accept Jack, to see good in him, trust him and take care of him – that’s real delight. It gives the character strength and makes him the foundation for their unique connection. It makes them real, alive, believable and human.
I’m looking forward the “follow-up where Ianto confronts Gwen and the others over their refusal to forgive Jack”.
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I don't believe Ianto didn't figure it out. He was at Canary Wharf, he would have known as much about the Doctor as any Torchwood employee, and he would have known the Doctor's propensity for abrupt departures. He had to have realised that Jack had to leave quickly, that there was no time for goodbyes.
I will be writing that follow-up piece, not as a Gwen-bash, but as a further insight into Ianto's understanding of Jack's state of mind, which could not have been good at that stage.
Thank you. :)
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I really don't think the team had much right to get up on their high horses though about Jack leaving. Okay, maybe leaving a note would have been nice, but Jack only had a few seconds to react.
And yes, I would have thought that, of them all, Ianto would have forgiven him first, even though he really had more of a right to be angry.
Poor Jack though...
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I also believe Ianto was never naive enough to think Jack could or would restrict himself to loving just one person. Estelle was a prime example, there.
That, and Ianto was just too content and comfortable around Jack in the next episode for nothing positive to have happened between them.
Thank you. :)
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I doubt any of the others would have bothered. Or even thought about it. Ianto was the only one who looked past the hero facade to see the troubled and lonely man beneath.
Wonderful story.
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Point being, that is another issue I have with that ep. I don't believe the others wouldn't have gone looking for Jack after they found Gwen, and his body was too badly broken for him to have completely recovered by the time they got to him.
Thank you. :)
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Ianto of course has always seen through Jack's facade. He knew what Jack needed that night. Perfect.
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Thank you. :)
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The way you depicted Jack's state of mind and Ianto seeing there was most definitely something off with Jack is the way the episode should have gone. I quite agree with all of the comments above about the unconscionable way they all judged Jack for leaving, when they had just murdered the man and opened the rift in direct defiance of his orders causing him to have to die a horrific death to save the world. And he forgave them all immediately upon his revival!
I also agree with your take on how Ianto would see Jack's reaction to Gwen's engagement announcement. So many like to say Jack was disappointed that Gwen was no longer available and turned to Ianto as second choice. I think that's total garbage. It looked to me like she was pushing herself at Jack, making a last ditch effort to get him to admit he had feelings for her. I saw Jack as being stunned at how much had happened, and he'd missed, while he was gone. Her pathetic "no one else would have me" made me want to slap her, and shake the writers till they woke up and realized what stupid dialog they were writing.
I'm so glad you wrote a follow-up piece. I'm off to read it now.