Title: It is Not About the Money...It is About the Payback
Author: Kiraclara
Prompt Italian Job (2004)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: There are no spoilers for Torchwood or Doctor Who. In addition, everyone is mortal. Disclaimer: The characters from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the plot from of Italian Job do not belong to me. I am merely borrowing them. This is for entertainment purposes only. Author's Notes: So excited! This is my first Reel Torchwood fiction and it's late so I'll post this as I finish. Hope you all enjoy this. I would love some comments.
Summary: It was a simple job to get them rich. When one of their own betrays them killing a dear friend in the process, Jack Harkness wants to get payback. His plan: to steal back what was stolen from them.
Chapter 1 The Beginning of It All
Venice, Italy
The light from the outside world was the only thing keeping the hotel room lit as he looked over the blueprints repeatedly. Scattered along the table were many papers with tiny notes indicating places and times. He had to make sure every aspect of his plan was perfect. There could be no flaws. Months of planning had come down to this moment as Jack Harkness glanced over the blueprints one last time. When a small smile graced his face, he knew everything was ready. Grabbing his RAF coat, Jack headed out into the world. In a few hours, he and his crew were going to have heavier wallets.
The store clerk carefully wrapped the sterling silver stopwatch in a translucent paper, and placed it delicately in a small black box topped with a deep red ribbon. John 'the Doctor' Smith just smiled at the clerk satisfy with his purchase, and then walking out of the store and into the lively Venice air. Early in the morning, the city buzzed with life as people roam around the bay chatting with friends, feeding the birds, or just enjoying their breakfast. The Doctor, heading towards the bay, took out his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
Cardiff, Wales
The ringing of phone couldn't help but wake Ianto Jones up from a much-needed sleep. Reaching over, face still in his pillow, he tried to grab the phone from the table next to his bed. After a few attempts, he finally snatched it and answered.
"Hello?" He mumbled turning his face slightly out of the pillow.
"Hello son." The Doctor said.
Ianto's head popped up from the pillow.
"Dad." He said in an affectionate tone as he turned to grab the clock from the stand. He had not heard from his father for some time.
"It's early." Ianto stated. The Doctor chuckled and that made Ianto smile.
"I know. I'm just calling to tell you that I'm sending you something." Ianto smile grew wider as he joked. "Does it smell nice?" He chuckle as he turned over to lie on his back.
"No, but it sparkles." The Doctor replied. That gained Ianto's attention as he sat up in his bed.
"And it came with a recipient, right?" Bursting into a fit of laughter, the Doctor reassured his son.
"I'm sending it from the store." Sighing, Ianto lowered himself back down again looking at the clock.
"Why don't you come over for breakfast, and we'll talk."
"That will be slightly difficult." The Doctor said delighted. "I'm in Venice." Ianto's eyebrows rose somewhat.
"With you parole officer's approval, I gather?" Grumbling, the Doctor answered back.
"I like the guy, really, but we never actually got along. I felt as through I paid him one last trip." Ianto groaned.
"What are you up too, Dad? Don't break my heart. I thought you said you were finished with that."
"After this, I am." The Doctor comforted his son.
"Is Jack there?" Ianto enquired. His tone suggested he was annoyed with the situation.
"On a cell phone, son. I'll call you tomorrow from a landline. I love you. Go back to sleep." The Doctor replied then hung up the cell phone.
"Dad! ...Dad?" Ianto blew a huge breathe of air just staring at his phone. "I love you too."