Title: Bloody Torchwood

Pairing: Ianto/Ten, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen

Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood Ianto would spend a lot more time shirtless, John would be on the team permanently and Gwen would be retconned back to childhood.

Warnings: Nothing Yet, I'll tell when something will happen. For now, just some swearing.

Author's Notes: I'm completely unbetta-ed and a really shit editor. So I apologise upfront for all the mistakes, feel free to point them out if you see any.

Ianto Jones cradled the love of his life in his arms and wept. Lisa had been everything to him and now she was a half mechanical half human… beast and although she hadn't stopped breathing yet Ianto knew there was nothing he could do to save her. Torchwood, the organization they worked for, would kill her, he was sure of it. And he wouldn't stop them, it was his duty to protect the nation against threats and Lisa was now a threat.

A hand fell on the young Welshman's shoulder. He looked up through blurred eyes. Behind him stood their saviour, the mysterious Doctor, who looked as if he too had just lost his world.

"Their sacrifice…" the Doctor said with a small notch in his voice. "Will never be forgotten."

Ianto nodded, allowing the much taller and wiser man to haul him to his feet and lead him over to a small blue police box. Ianto barely even acknowledged the 'it's bigger on the inside' amazement, which the Doctor found mildly annoying.

And the Time Lord and his new companion left the destroyed building that once was Torchwood One.

-

Captain Jack Harkness slid down his chair, completely bored. Tosh and Owen had taken the day off for some sort of anniversary. Why did humans insist on celebrating every single time they stayed together for another month? He could do that in his sleep… he had done it in his sleep, once.

He'd sent Gwen home to spend time with her fiancé Rhys since the rift wasn't very active today.

He was bored, bored, bored. Wind rushed through his office blowing his carefully discarded papers out of their disorderly piles. A familiar sound murmured through the Hub and Jack leapt to his feet as he saw a blue police box materialise in the autopsy room. The door creaked open and two unfamiliar men stepped out. The first had short brown hair and was wearing a three-piece suit, the second had lighter, spikey hair and was wearing a coat and they were arguing viciously.

"I told you not to press it!" snapped the first one. "It's a big red button that had warning on it but noooo big, brave Doctor-I've-got-a-sonic-screwdriver-and-a-spacially-confused-time-machine-so-I-can-do-whatever-I-like!"

The second pouted, "Don't be such a spoil sport Yan. I just wanted to know what it did."

"You've been travelling in that thing for what, nine hundred plus years, and don't know which button does what?"

"Doctor!" yelled Jack happily, causing the two mean to jump.

The second one, the Doctor, grinned, "Captain. Good to see you! Same as ever, although, have you had work done?"

"You can talk," retorted the ex-Time Agent.

"Oh yes! The face! Regeneration. How'd you know it was me?"

"Police box, kind of gives it away. I've been following you for a long time. You abandoned me."

"Did I?" said the Doctor, nonchalantly, now examining a piece of alien equipment. "Busy life, move on."

"I have to ask," Jack said, his voice unusually serious. "The battle of Canary Warf," the Doctor's companion flinched and looked at his feet. "I saw the list of the dead, it said Rose Tyler."

The Doctor's face fell. "She's fine. Stuck in a parallel universe, but fine." There was a definite note of sadness in his voice.

Jack sighed in relief. "Thank god!" he turned to look at the other man "And who is this?"

"Oh don't start!" warned the Doctor.

Jack grinned. "I was only saying hello."

"Ianto Jones," answered the man with a strong Welsh accent. "Would you be Captain Harkness of Torchwood Three?"

"My reputation precedes me," he chuckled.

Ianto rolled his eyes, "It certainly does. Not a day went by in Torchwood One when someone wasn't complaining about what Captain Harkness had blown up now."

Jack's eyes hardened. "You're from Torchwood One?" he asked, his voice drenched in suspicion.

"Oh get over yourself Harkness," snapped the Doctor. "Ianto was there at the Battle of Canary Warf, he deserves your respect."

Jack remained suspicious but bit his tongue.

The Doctor held up the piece of equipment he'd previously been inspecting. "Look Ianto! It's a Pirask disembowler! I haven't seen one of these since we were running from a coven of them in Pompeii."

Ianto groaned. "Yes, I specifically remember you stopping to buy a vase."

"Hey, it was a very nice vase. Would've sold for millions now," replied the Doctor indignantly.

"I know, I sold it for spare parts on the Boeshane Peninsula," said Ianto. "Til some rotten kid stole the part anyway."

The Doctor chuckled. "Ianto Jones, meet Rotten Kid."

Ianto blinked at Jack in surprise, "Seriously? Some street thief from the fifty first century is this man? Well that explains the fifty first century pheromones. I swear everyone from that time was a nymphomaniac."

"That about sums Jack up," grinned the Doctor. "Now, Jack, would you like a cup of tea? A coffee. Ianto makes a mean coffee, never had anything like it, I think it's the only reason I keep him around. That and he looks damn good in a suit."

"That's harassment," sighed Ianto, as if he'd said it a thousand times. "Where's the kitchen?"

-

Half an hour later the three men were sitting in Jack's office each drinking a cup of Ianto's special blend while Jack told his story.

"…so there I was, stranded in the year two - hundred - one - hundred, ankle deep in Dalek dust, he goes off without me, but I had this," he pulled up his sleave to reveal a rather chunky wrist watch. "I used to be a Time Agent, it's called a Vortex Manipulator, he's not the only one who can time travel-"

The Doctor snorted, "Excuse me, that's not time travel. It's like, I've got a sports car, you've got a Space Hopper."

Ianto rolled his eyes, "You and your bloody TARDIS, you'd think you were in love with or something."

Jack laughed, "All right, so I bounced, I thought, Twenty - first century, that's the best place to find the Doctor. Except I got it a little bit wrong, arrived in 1880, and this thing burnt out, so it was useless-"

"Told you!"

"- then I had to live through the entire twentieth century, waiting to find the version of you that would coincide with me–"

"But that makes you more than a hundred years old," Ianto exclaimed.

"And looking good, don't you think? So, I went to the Time Rift, because I knew you'd come back to refuel but I never thought you'd land right into the Hub. Why are you here?"

Jack didn't miss that the Doctor's eyes flickered to Ianto. "Oh no reason in particular. Just figured you'd like an explanation. You know… about the immortality thing."

"That'd be nice," said Jack sarcastically.

"Rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS and used it to destroy the Daleks," said the Doctor, his eyes glazed with remembrance. "But the power started making her mad, she brought you back with that power and now… you can't die."

Ianto's eyes crinkled, "The heart of the TARDIS isn't that-"

The Doctor silenced Ianto with a look that Jack barely noticed, too caught up with processing the news.

"Is there's anyway to reverse it?" Jack asked, hopefully.

The Doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry Jack." He stood up. "You mind if we stay here? We need to recharge."

Jack sighed. Moving onto the next thing, no thought spared for a man doomed to live forever. "Fine. I'll set up a few cots in archives. Or you could just sleep onto of the piles of papers, we never sorted it out in all the decades I've been here."

"Excellent," cried the Doctor jumping up. "Did I see a pterodactyl earlier? Can I see?" the Time lord rushed out of the office.

Ianto got to his feet wearily, "I better make sure he doesn't break something. Thank you sir." He smiled at Jack and the Captain felt his heart flip.

"Call me Jack."