Torchwood Dance Extravaganza

Chapter One

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Summary: Jack and Ianto's daughter brings home a flyer about a school dance in need of chaperones. They get an idea, but things don't always go as planned. Immortal!Ianto. Not "Immortal Janto" series. With 19fangirl97.

Thanks and major credit to 19fangirl97 for being my muse and the creator of this particular brainchild story. If you're reading this, 19fangirl97, I hope you enjoy it!

In lieu of this week's "Immortal Janto" series, I'm giving you this joint venture into the Torchwood universe. 19fangirl97 contacted me with the idea of writing a story in which Ianto is immortal, Jack and Ianto are together and have a daughter, the Hub is still intact, and Tosh and Owen are still alive. Thus, this came about for your entertainment purposes.

As I always say with the "Immortal Janto" series, check out Jorkins' website that is dedicated to Ianto Jones. The link is on my profile page, so you should go check it out.

Now, without further ado, I present this piece of awesome.

The cog door rolled back and the accompanying alarm sounded noisily, causing four heads of the fifteen people currently employed by Torchwood Three (they had expanded after a scare had caused both Owen and Tosh to be severely injured, followed by an event that had nearly cost Ianto his life) to swivel in the direction of said door. One person smiled brilliantly and bounded in the direction of the door at the sight of the two people who came walking into the main Hub.

Tosh grinned. Owen leaned against the door to the Autopsy Bay. Gwen leaned back against her chair.

"Hey!" Jack said, happiness lacing his voice at the sight of his beloved (and recently-made immortal) Ianto walking in, their fourteen-year-old daughter, Alia, trailing behind him. Even as he approached, Jack could see the sulking look on her face – and not the kind of sulking that would do any good. No, that was the sulking of a teenaged girl and it made Jack pause ever so slightly. He recognized that look. "Okay, what's going on? What did I miss?"

Ianto gave Jack a look.

Jack had to smile at his lover. Years prior, as a result of an unprecedented and unexpected explosion of Rift-energy in the Hub, Ianto had been doused with a large amount of said Rift-energy, which made him immortal (as far as they could tell), much like Jack himself. That fact alone made Jack extremely happy.

But Jack couldn't dwell on that at the moment.

Alia thrust a flyer into his hands and then proceeded to brush past him, going to plop down on the couch. Jack raised his eyebrow. Fourteen-year-old girls were their own breed of strange – and this was coming from him.

He looked down at the flyer in his hand and whistled lowly.

'Cardiff High's Annual Winter Dance,' was emblazoned across the top of said flyer, over the expected logistics. At the very bottom, Jack read, 'Parental chaperones needed.'

Jack looked up at Ianto and raised an eyebrow.

"We're going to be chaperoning," Ianto told him. Only after years of being around Ianto had attuned Jack to the particular quirks of the Welshman.

Owen whistled lowly from the door to the Autopsy Bay. Jack looked over at the Londoner, who raised an eyebrow in response before going over to flank Toshiko. Not long after their mutual near-death experiences had Owen asked Tosh out. The man had realized that Tosh was the most stable and calming thing in his life. They got married a year later and were close to celebrating their fifteenth wedding anniversary. The pair had a son a few years younger than Alia and a daughter who was just starting school.

"What?" Jack asked.

"I pity the school," Owen replied, as he budged his wife up from her chair and promptly stole said chair, only to pull her down onto his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her. "The pair of you there will only cause problems."

"Hey!"

If Jack didn't know Owen any better, he would have been offended. And, judging by the way that the three techies who worked under Tosh were watching and the way medical staff who Owen bossed around were peeking in from the Autopsy Bay, Jack guessed that everyone was interested in what was going on. No doubt the pair of archivists/researchers that Ianto had all but demanded were watching via the CCTV.

Ianto wrapped his arm around Jack's waist and whispered into his ear, "Alia doesn't like the idea very much."

At that, Jack looked back to the couch. His face fell. Alia was slumped on the couch, her arms crossed, a pout that she came by very honestly on her lips. Their precious daughter was not a happy camper at all – and that pained him ever so slightly.

He looked back at Ianto. "Well, we've never gotten involved with her school before," he pointed out. "This is a good opportunity."

"Dad!" Alia exclaimed, from her spot on the couch, clearly offended by the notion that both of her fathers were clearly keen on the idea of chaperoning. "Why?"

"Because you're our daughter and we want to make sure that you have a good time," he said, evenly, giving her a little smile.

It was times like these that Jack was actually glad that being the leader of Torchwood Three was really good training for raising a teenager. A large number of the team acted like petty teenagers on a regular basis.

"I'll have a good time if you guys weren't there." Her tone was indignant.

"Something tells me that she's embarrassed by us? Why else would she want to keep us a secret from her friends?" Jack jokingly asked, looking to Ianto.

The Welshman snorted and rolled his eyes. "What teenaged girl isn't embarrassed by her parents?" Ianto had a point.

"So we're not going then?"

Jack made a point of batting his eyes in the way that he knew Ianto liked. He saw the amused eye roll from Ianto.

"Oh, we're going," Ianto replied, his tone indicating that there would be no questions or swaying him from that fact. Jack loved that tone, especially when said tone wasn't directed in his direction.

"Good then." Jack smiled and looked back to Alia. The look on her face showed that she was even less pleased than before. A little smile crossed his face as something trailed through his head. He broke from Ianto's embrace and walked over to Alia, sitting down on the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders lightly. Alia didn't fight said touch. "Is there a boy you fancy, Alia? Is that why you don't want us there?"

A blush crossed her cheeks though she shook her head.

"No!"

That was a bald-face lie and they all knew it, but Jack wasn't going to push that fact, not at the moment.

"Sweetheart, your Tad and I care about you and we do want you to have a good time at your dance," he said, in a reassuring, paternal tone. "And your Tad's right. We haven't gotten involved in your school before now."

She looked up at him, her eyes clearly upset, though she seemed to have reluctantly accepted the fact.

"Please don't do anything to make me look stupid, Dad."

"Me? Make you look bad? Never!" He grinned evilly. "If anything, I make you look good."

Ianto chuckled as he sat down on Alia's other side.

"Don't worry, cariad, I'll make sure he keeps himself in line."

"Among other things," Owen said, under his breath from Tosh's station.

Tosh slapped him on the shoulder. "Shush, Owen." She looked back to Alia, a knowing look on her face. "If you want, Alia, I can help you get ready for your dance."

A bright grin crossed Alia's face.

"Thanks, Aunt Tosh!"

And that was that.

Okay, that's the end of this chapter. What do you think? Please review! And I will get the next chapter up soon.