Bloody Torchwood.
I have been sitting here for an hour and still no one has come to see if I'm ok. Gwen has everyone fawning over her and all she has is a small flesh wound. I, however, have fractured and broken ribs, concussion and god knows what else, and absolutely no-one has come over asked if I'm alright. 'Member of the team', my arse. Serves me right to believe that they had all forgiven me for trying to save the love of my life.
TW
"Jack what's that car here for?" Tosh asked as she noticed black limousine pull up a few yards away from them.
"Oh, God he's the last person I want to speak to right now." Jack said as he walked up to the man who got out the car.
He was tall and slim with auburn hair and a long nose. Tosh who walked behind Jack noticed piercing blue eyes that screamed intelligence and secrecy.
"Mr Holmes, how nice to see you. What are you doing here?" Jack said while holding his hand out for the other man to shake. The man walked right past Jack and was followed by three other men. One was tall with raven black, curly hair and was wearing a long black coat with a blue scarf wrapped around his neck. The second man was clearly the oldest with salt and pepper hair, a nice tan and had chocolate brown eyes. He too was wearing a long black coat and was accompanied by a short man with messy blonde hair. His eyes were a dark shade of blue and he was wearing a black coat which was not as long as the other two men.
They walked towards the back of the SUV where Ianto was sitting. Ianto looked and saw the four men standing before him. Before he could say anything Jack spoke to the man in an impeccable smart three piece suit.
"Mr Holmes what are you doing here and why are did you come over to a member of my team?"
"Go away Harkness, none of the following conversation requires your input." The man replied with a posh English accent.
"Not until you tell me why you are talking to Ianto."
"Don't make me order you."
"I'd like to see you try." Jack replied which he instantly regretted when Mycroft's hard glare was focused on him. How a man could look so terrifying with just a look was unknown to Jack, all he knew was that he didn't want to be under his glare any longer and he turned and walked away quickly followed by Tosh.
Jack, Tosh and Owen all watched as the four men speak tot Ianto, they couldn't hear what was being said but definitely wished they could as it looked like an interesting conversation.
TW
"What are you guys doing here, I thought you were all in London?" Ianto asked, his voice hoarse.
"We were but when I heard about what had happened here from a local police officer I told these three and we came over to make sure you were alright." Lestrade said.
"I'm fine. Thanks for coming but really I'm fine, nothing major." Ianto replied his voice still hoarse.
"You know all four of us can tell when you're lying." John said gesturing to himself, Sherlock, Mycroft and Lestrade.
"Why haven't you been seen to yet: you have a concussion, I believe some internal bleeding, one fractured and two broken ribs?" Sherlock said to the Welshman.
"They are all too busy fawning over Gwen." Ianto replied with clear annoyance in his voice.
"All she has is a flesh wound; you have much bigger injuries than she does." John said, speaking up for the first time since he arrived. Being a Doctor he could tell that if Ianto didn't get medical attention quickly he could be in serious danger.
"Yeah well, obviously I'm not as important as she is. I'm just the tea-boy."
"You are much more than a tea-boy." Mycroft snapped showing how angry he was at how Ianto was being ignored by his supposed-to-be team mates.
"Ianto why don't you come back with us, come home?" Lestrade said.
"I don't know, I have only just got my life back on track after… well, after Lisa."
"Ianto, what kind of life are you living though. You have been here for what, an hour? And no-one from your team or the police or the medics have come over to check if you're alright. Come home. Be treated like a person again, not just someone who makes the tea or cleans up after these idiots."
"Gregory's right. Also if you don't come home with us, Father will just have to come get you himself."
"Tad knows?" Ianto asked.
"Of course father knows; how could he not? He has been keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn't 'off' yourself after Lisa." Sherlock replied.
"Ianto. Please come home. You need to start living again- properly." Greg said.
"Ok, I'll come home. It's not as if anyone would miss me here anyway." He said getting up and stumbling forward over to Mycroft who caught him and pulled him into an embrace few others had the fortune of experiencing.
In the background Jack stood gawping at the scene. Mycroft was hugging his tea-boy. Mycroft Holmes, THE British Government, was hugging HIS tea-boy. Jack had had enough of being in the dark about this whole exchange. He stormed over followed by Tosh and Owen.
"Ok, that's it, what are you doing here and why are you hugging my Tea-boy?!" Jack demanded.
"First of all Ianto is not your, nor will he ever be, second he is not just a tea-boy he is an agent and lastly he is my our brother. So because of you incompetence he has been harmed and I make it my personal job to eradicate those from his life who harm him. So unless you want to fall into that category you will get out of our way, Ianto is coming home." Mycroft stated with a glare that would give the phrase 'if looks could kill' seem friendly.
"We are on our way back to Cardiff now, we can take him home! And what do you mean by brother?"
"As in we share the same parents, are you really that ignorant not to understand the meaning of the term brother. Ianto won't be going back to Cardiff with you. He is coming home- to London. Where he will be treated like a real person- not a slave." The 5 men barged past Jack, Owen and Tosh who were frozen to the spot in shock.
"Oh and Jack," Ianto said as he turned to face is former boss, "My name isn't Ianto is my middle name, my real name is Ifan, Ifan Ianto Holmes."
