Torchwood Bluemont:

The Alternate Story of Ianto Jones and Jason Monroe

Dedicated to Yvonne and Pamela!

Rating: M for adult content in various chapters

Characters: Ianto Jones (canon), Jason Monroe and other OC's, possible cameos from TW canon

Summary: This is the dimension that Mr. Franklin (Jack's father) altered in order to try to reunite Jack with Ianto. But in this reality Jason and Ianto were never taken hostage and forced to forget each other. Ianto never fell in love with Jack and Jason didn't have a little black book a mile long. In this story, of unknown length, you will get to see Jason and Ianto's relationship grow as well as their relationship with the members of TW Bluemont. Also, various incidents from TW series 1-3 might be seen through their eyes and with different outcomes. For example; series 1 gave us Abbadon. How might it have affected Bluemont? How might the Battle of Canary Wharf been different without Ianto there to save Lisa? What about CoE? How would that have been changed?

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Chapter 1

First encounters

"Coffee?"

Jason Monroe looked up and smiled. His long-term lover, Ianto Jones, set down a cup of his famous brew on his desk.

"You always know what I need, Mr. Jones."

Ianto smiled, his bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement and affection, as he said, "But of course, Mr. Monroe. I know everything."

"Ah! How could I have forgotten?"

"Must be getting old..."

"Didn't you know? 40 is the new 30."

"Perhaps but you, Lover, just turned 45 a month ago."

"Details. Besides, somebody I know will be turning-"

"Don't say it..."

"30."

"You're mean."

"You love it."

Jason reached out and pulled his lover, the center of his world, onto his lap and kissed him deeply.

He had met Ianto a few years prior when he had trained in London as part of the Torchwood Institute's global program.

It had not been an easy ride for him but it had been worth it. He had been born in 1968. His parents had lived in Michigan since before the oldest of his five older siblings was born. He graduated in 1986 and married Kate, his high school sweetheart, that summer. They both attended Michigan State University. Two years later Jason dropped out to enroll in the State Police Academy. He graduated and worked on the State Police force for a few years before he caught the attention of the International Police Force (InterPol). They were more than impressed by his record and even though he was only 25, they recruited him in 1993. He worked diligently to stop crime on a global level. Seven years later, in 1998, he discovered that his wife had betrayed him with his best friend. Jason and Kate had four children together, two sons and two daughters. The youngest child, Katelyn, was born less than three months before the divorce was finalized. It took his seeing her to know that the child was his. The marriage ended on a bitter note two years after Kate's affair was discovered. They shared custody the first six months but Jason's job constantly took him to other countries and away from his children. His job proved too time consuming and stressful for him to be able to spend much time with his family. In order to provide a more consistent environment for children he gave up custody. Kate agreed to allow him to visit his children whenever he was able and to let them visit him as well. This enabled him to focus on his career and still provide for his family.

With his career taking off Jason caught the attention of the Torchwood Institute. Yvonne Hartman, the head of the Torchwood One base in London quickly found herself impressed with the no-nonsense attitude of the man. He understood that sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. He was not afraid to make those sacrifices if there was no other, more humane, way to do it. Jason got the job done and always managed to stay within the lines, although sometimes just barely. He didn't care what people thought of him when he had to make tough decisions.

In 2001 Jason received a phone call from Hartman's personal assistant. She piqued his interest in the mysterious organization known as Torchwood but he turned down the offer of a job. His refusal to consider a career change led to months of phone calls. Finally he agreed to talk to Hartman (at Torchwood's expense). August 2001, five months since the first phone call, he boarded a plane for London. He was 33 years old.

Once he arrived at the Torchwood Tower he met with Hartman in her office. He actually spit out his coffee when she said that they protected the world from aliens. He told her that he had no interest in joining some "X-Files" fan club. Then she led him down deep into the recesses of the Tower. There, in reinforced cages, were numerous aliens. Some had been stumbled upon while others were hunted. All were locked behind clear glass like animals in a zoo.

Or like criminals.

"If it's alien, it's ours'," Hartman said with a smile.

She explained the origins of Torchwood and its original mission - to stop an alien known only as The Doctor. She went into detail about how there were four bases in the U.K. and how there had once been a base in India. She said that the Board of Directors wanted to expand the Institute. The Board wanted to use its power and intelligence to protect the rest of the world from alien threats. To do that they needed more bases and more Torchwood agents.

"As we speak, we are designing and building five bases in North America, three more in Europe, three in Asia," said Hartman as she led him back to her office. "Each of these bases will need teams to work them. Each team will need a leader. I have you in mind for one of them."

Okay, he wasn't stupid or normally taken to impulsive decisions but he had to admit he was curious. So he asked questions and didn't stop until he got answers.

He demanded to be shown the entire base. Over the course of the next several days he made the decision to resign from Interpol and join Torchwood. He returned to the States and told his family of his decision. Of course he couldn't tell them exactly what he would be doing. He explained that he was joining a special ops agency. He told them that he needed to go to London for training and would be gone for over two years. There was little chance, he said, to come home and visit. The children took it hard but luckily they were strong. They would be alright and would continue to thrive and grow despite his absence.

January 2002 Jason turned his house over to his oldest brother. As he would not be there to oversee the sale of his house, Nikolas was his first choice to handle the task. Nikolas was a shrewd but fair business man and assured Jason that he would get the most money for the property. Money that would then be stored in a fund for the children.

Once the matter of his house had been taken care of, Jason finished a mound of paperwork for Interpol, resigned his position and then said goodbye to the country he called home.

Jason's impressive resumé had all ready earned him a reputation at the Institute. He worked with the others chosen to run a Torchwood base. His ability to think on his feet, even with a gun in his face, caused him to rise to the top of Hartman's personal list. For nearly three years he worked closely with Hartman on a more personal level. He watched and learned everything he could about Torchwood and aliens. His police skills helped him learn the wrong from the right. He impressed everyone with his exceptional hearing, excellent sense of smell, fantastic eyesight, sharp tongue and quick wit.

He lived and trained in London from January 2002 until December 2004. It was during this time that he met Ianto. The young Welshman had just started at the Institute when they ran into each other. Literally. Ianto had been a hurry to get back to his department and had spilled hot coffee all over Jason's suit.

Once the initial shock and embarrassment had past, the mutual attraction had been most obvious. They had begun a romantic relationship that only deepened with each day.

After his training was complete to Hartman's satisfaction, Jason was assigned to a base in a small town called Bluemont, West Virginia. He asked Ianto to accompany him. As neither wanted to be separated, Ianto requested an immediate transfer to the Bluemont base. Ianto had been a minor member of the Institute so his transfer was granted. Just after Christmas of 2004 they packed their bags and rang in the New Year in a North American airport. A new life for the both of them.

Having grown up in Lansing, Michigan and then living in London for a few years it was hard for Jason to go to a city where the local Wal-Mart was the most exciting place to go. He knew that was an exaggeration, but he was so used to being surrounded with big cities and big city excitement that at first it seemed a step backward.

That of course changed when he learned why there was a base in West Virginia.

He was excited to learn that his base monitored a Rift. He had learned about the Cardiff Rift and had driven himself to learn all that he could about Rifts. He wanted to know where they came from, how they worked, if they could be controlled - he was as excited about Rifts as children were over Christmas. To be on top of one was something he had only dreamed about since joining Torchwood...

He knew it was not going to be easy. The Rift was likely to spit out anything from a 17th century hairbrush to a man-eating squid from another planet and he would have to be prepared to deal with it.

The present Bluemont team were all American, save for Ianto, handpicked by Jason and trained by himself as well as the Institute. Torchwood had liaised with the American Department of Defense for months and much of the funding for the North American bases came straight from the government.

The North American Torchwoods had a much better working relationship with the various agencies available to them than their U.K. counterparts. Jason used his previous experience in law enforcement to get on good terms with the local police and sheriffs. The National Guard, FBI, CIA and Interpol were also instrumental in aiding the North American bases. There was a secret panel made up of government workers whose purpose was to provide funding and cover-ups as well as military assistance as needed. Aliens came to the U.S., but the people of the country didn't know it.

The biggest difference in the North American bases in relation to the U.K was intercommunication. All five bases, located in California, Texas, New York, West Virginia and Canada, communicated regularly. Technology and information was exchanged all the time. This cooperation did not extend to the U.K. Jason's own communication with London was with Hartman and even that was limited to emails and the occasional phone call. He also knew that the other U.K. bases rarely spoke, let alone worked, together. Jason and the other North American leaders refused to go down that path. They sent regular status updates to the all the other branches in an attempt to maintain some sort of camaraderie. It had proven useful and efficient.

Jason had met the leaders of the U.K. bases and in all fairness, he had been less than impressed.

Torchwood One was in England and filled with snooty researchers who often shared the same opinions that Hartman did. Two was in Scotland and was primarily research. Three was in Wales and was the most obnoxious of all. The leader of this particular base, Captain Jack Harkness, was a big show-off and his team acted on their own. Four was in Ireland and was similar to One in what it achieved but with far fewer people and much less attitude.

Jason had quickly grown to dislike Hartman. He could respect her for what she was attempting to accomplish but he did not approve of her methods. He also seriously doubted that her aims were merely to protect the Earth from alien invasion. She had another, more personal agenda. However he kept those thoughts to himself. He would do his best to change the way Torchwood was run by using his own methods for his base. With Ianto at his side he knew he could do it.

In early 2006 Torchwood Four disappeared. There was no warning, no reason for the disappearance. Jason began to seriously doubt the intelligence of the Institute as a whole. How in the world could an entire base half a block long and three stories high just vanish without a trace? And what about the staff? There had been over one hundred people employed there. All but a handful had been at work that day. So many families had no idea what had become of their loved ones.

Concern growing in the pit of his belly, Jason had contacted Hartman's direct line. She was less than encouraging as she tried to assure him that everything would be all right. Hartman told him that they were looking for the base but he could tell that she was worried. She had somehow lost one hundred people. Their fates were as much her fault as any aliens.

But Hartman didn't learn from her mistakes.

In November 2006 came the "Ghost Shift Experiments". Hartman signed off on the order to tap into the other dimension, believing it to be a weapon that Torchwood could use. Instead, maniacal robots known as Cybermen tried to take over the Earth. More alien robots, called Daleks, arrived and engaged in a battle against the Cybermen.

Trapped in the safety of their base, Jason, Ianto and their colleagues could only watch as the Torchwood Tower fell. There was nothing they could do to help. Not just London, but the whole world was in peril. Torchwood One was at the heart of the battle and all but twenty-seven Torchwood employees were either killed or converted, including Yvonne Hartman. The devastation became known as the Battle of Canary Wharf because the Tower's location was where it first began.

Ianto had been deeply affected by the battle. He had lost many friends to the Cybermen and Daleks. Jason had taken him back to London for the memorial service and to visit his family. It had been a time for mourning and reflection. It had also pushed both men to work that much harder to change the Institute's perception of aliens.

The only good thing to come out of the devastation was that the other bases agreed that change was needed. Captain Harkness, with the support of the remaining members of the Board of Directors, relocated the Institute to his base in Cardiff, Wales. Medical and psychological help was given to the survivors. Those who were considered mentally sound were given the option of remaining with the Institute or not. Out of the fourteen capable, only two chose to leave.

Torchwood One had been located in a large building several stories high in London. Harkness ordered the building's reconstruction on a smaller scale. He assured Jason and the other base leaders that this type of devastation would not happen again, not as long as he was in command. Jason and Ianto returned to Bluemont and to their team. With so many dead, Bluemont was needed now more than ever to protect the Earth. Life carried on.

"So," Jason said. "How do you want to spend your birthday?"

Ianto let out a groan and stood. "Can I just stay 29 forever?"

"Nope." The Greek-American grinned at him. "I took it like a man. You can too."

"I hate you."

"But you love my cooking! I have a whole menu planned out for your birthday dinner."

"Dolmathes and baklava?" asked Ianto in a hopeful tone.

"Would I dare to NOT make those for you, my adorable Welshman?"

The smile that lit his lover's face made him look much younger than his (almost) 30 years. His blue eyes were filled with so much joy and affection that Jason was sorely tempted to send everyone home and take Ianto to bed.

"Oh, and the kids will be here this weekend. If you're up to it, maybe we can all go to Easton on Sunday."

"Easton? As in Ohio? Why?" Ianto asked suspiciously. He loved having Jason's kids come visit but why go to Easton? King's Island was in Cincinnati, Ohio.

"What is this feeling, so sudden and new..."Jason sang out with a grin.

The little 'oh' that escaped his lover's lips made Jason laugh.

"You got us tickets to 'Wicked'!"

"You mentioned you'd love to see it again. And what better way to celebrate turning 30 than to go see your favorite musical?"

"Jason, have I told you yet today just how much I love you?"

"You brought me coffee. Yes, Ianto Jones, you told me."

Jason's second in Command and best friend, Sam Danes lowered his hand from the door with a shake of his head. There was no point in going in there NOW. Not if the sounds of two men passionately kissing was any indication. He'd give Jason the weekly report later.

Sam made his way back to his office across the hall. A little icon on his computer monitor blinked at him and he clicked on it.

Priority 1. Message received from Captain Jack Harkness.

Ugh, that man again. He was so annoying. Reluctantly Sam opened the email.

There was a brief message regarding the yearly inspection. Whoopee. He printed out the email then got back to work.

Meanwhile, someone stood outside the base. Dressed in a long coat and wearing a hat, this person watched as the people of Bluemont went about their business.

A storm was brewing and this town and the people who protected it were going to be right in the eye of it.

TBC

Yes, I know, a lot of this was taken directly from TW America BUT that's because in this universe, Ianto and Jason met the same way. The only difference in that universe and the one here is that Ianto never had the chance to meet Lisa.

Don't expect a Janto romance to blossom. At this point, I don't even know if Jack will be in it except maybe in emails and such. This story is about Ianto and Jason (a Iason story) and how they help protect the world from aliens.

I'm not finished with TW Amer Sequel but I'm still working on it. Life has been kooky to say the least lately. Let me know what you think of this!