A/N Second chapter now available, maybe weird. Please respond, I'd like to change things if you think its kinda bad. Have fun reading. Spoilers for 'To the last man' and 'Sleeper' with CoE references. Janto and Tommy/Tosh
Disclaimer: I own only what is not publicly recognised (ie Owain and Cainwyn). BBC owns Torchwood, and someone else owns Rocky Horror and the time warp.
Chapter 2
Ianto's promises
A loud knocking sounded at the door, and Ianto rolled his eyes before sighing and answering it, a look of regret and promise in his eyes as he glances back at his naked captain. "Tosh." He says in surprise, "what brings you here?"
"Tommy's gone." Came the slurred reply, and Ianto got a strong whiff of alcohol on her breath. "Tommy's gone, and I don't wanna be alone." She continued.
"Why don't you come in to the lounge and we'll talk. Yeah?"
"Okay" was the reply as she swayed her way to the sofa. Ianto went quickly back to his room to see Jack nearly dressed, much to his relief.
"What's wrong, Yan?"
"Tosh; she's drunk and missing Tommy. She wants company."
"Well, we could always…"
"NO. No threesome with Tosh, Jack. No way, no how."
Jack pouted "Hey, I wasn't suggesting a threesome, although, there's an idea." He looked at Yan leeringly.
"No, Jack. What were you going to suggest then?"
"Slumber party." He replied with a grin. "Movie, hot chocolate, some of your alcohol nullifier. It'd be fun!"
"Okay, I'll see what Tosh says, and you wait in here until the alcohol's been nullified."
Jack pouted, but it swiftly changed into a grin when Ianto tenderly kissed him.
Tosh looked over to Ianto as he entered the room, needle in hand. As he approached her, her eyes remained locked on the needle. "What's that for?" she slurred.
"Alcohol nullifier. Use it on Owen a lot. He needs it when work calls sometimes at night. Works within five minutes of administration." He sat beside her and, after sterilising the area on her arm, and tying the tourniquet, he injected the blue fluid into her arm. He then took off the tourniquet, allowing her blood to flow normally and said "I'll be back shortly."
He went to the kitchen and began making the hot chocolate, putting a cinnamon in it to add extra zing to it. As he was putting them on the tray, Jack crept up behind him and, nuzzling his neck, said "I just realised… you promised."
Sighing, Ianto finished placing the mugs down, and turned to face Jack with a raised eyebrow. "What did I promise, Sir?" he said.
"You promised me that tonight was our night alone. You'll need to make it up to me." Jack half-sang.
"Well, Sir. I think that's manageable. Say, tomorrow. Just us… in this room… for as long as it takes."
"Terrifying." Jack responded with a growl, recalling the first time he'd said that. They'd done it in the interrogation room, after everyone had left; the day of Beth's death. Leering, Jack continued "well, as terrifying as shagging to complete exhaustion can be, anyway."
Ianto growled back. "I just hope it doesn't…pass so quickly this time."
"No worries, Yan, I won't let it." Grinned Jack, sealing the deal with a kiss.
The kiss grew steadily more steamy, until they were forced to draw away, they did still need to breath.
"Well, let's go watch a movie!" said Jack, as though he hadn't shared one of the hottest kisses in his entire existence.
Ianto sighed once more before carrying the tray into the lounge. Tosh was sat on the floor, looking at the pictures on the wall. His favourite was the one where Jack was standing on the edge of the roof, watching over Cardiff with a thoughtful expression. He'd managed to snap the shot before Jack had realised he was there, and Ianto thought the picture managed to capture Jack's love of the city, love of heights and the pressure of his chosen responsibility, all in one snap. His eyes drifted to Jack's favourite picture. It was of Ianto as a young boy, with his three siblings, Rhiannon, and the twins, Owain and Cainwyn. The picture had been taken a couple of weeks before his Tad had been made redundant. Before the redundancy had been the happy period of his childhood, but had ended when he was eight. Rhi had been ten, and the twins had been three. He sighed and looked away, and Jack caught his eye, who was giving him a gentle smile. A smile, Ianto knew, that only a handful of people ever saw, let alone were ever on the receiving end of.
The three of them sat and watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show. They danced the time warp, and Jack made jokes about the aliens and the story, and even mentioned how hot Rocky was; Tosh agreed, but Ianto thought he was a bit stereotypically 'perfect', unlike his Jack, who had his arm around Ianto, and was singing along to all the songs; he'd seen it an unaccountably high number of times. After it ended, Ianto was preparing food, when Jack's vortex manipulator bleeped an alert. The three looked at each other and sighed. Ianto cleared up and put the food in the fridge, as Jack grabbed their coats from the rack. Tosh just waited for the men to get themselves ready, and returned to studying the pictures on the wall to pass the time. Her eyes were drawn to the smallest one. It was taken after John Hart was gone, and the couple were on their first proper date. Jack was looking down at Ianto with an expression of love and amazement, as though he was thinking how did I get so lucky? Why did this amazing, gorgeous man agree to give me, me of all people, a second chance? Ianto was looking into the distance, at something far beyond the camera, so he hadn't seen the look in Jack's eyes. THIS, Tosh thought, this is my favourite.
The alarm turned out to be a blowfish that had decided raping humans was fun. Jack was shot in the head by the alien before Ianto stunned it. He then went to Jack's unmoving form and lifted his head gently onto his lap. Looking down at Jack, Ianto didn't notice as Tosh snapped a picture of the two of them. He was thinking why, Jack, why do you constantly put yourself through this. You don't always have to be the hero. But I know you think you do, I know you believe it's the only way you can pay us back for our work, and our trust, and also for the work and trust of all operatives before us. Please come back to me now. Please, wake up. As the minutes ticked by, Ianto sat silent, caressing Jack's still face. He leant in and, kissing Jack's forehead, whispered "Please, Cariad, come back to me now. Fi angen i chi: Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi." As he said that, Jack gasped, gripping at Ianto, happy to be alive; happy to have come back to his lover.
They transported the blowfish to the Hub, and put it in an interrogation room. Ianto stayed until it woke, then left the alien to Jack. "Why did you rape those humans?" He demanded.
"It was fun." Was the bored reply.
"We know that blowfish who 'enjoy' humans, as you were are considered perverse, so I'll ask again: WHY did you rape those humans?"
The blowfish just sat there, and stared into space, so Jack left the room and Ianto entered once more.
"Why did you rape those humans?"
"So I could do this." The blowfish said, grapping Ianto and kissing him. He let go of Ianto and smiled as Ianto fell to the floor. He then sat down as Jack crashed into the room, Wembley drawn and crouched by Ianto. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Jack shouted.
"I have justice for the death of my mate, now."
"Your mate? Ianto Jones has never killed a blowfish before." Jack said with shock, fear and scorn.
"No, but you have, Eternal Man, and this is the revenge I claim; causing the death of yours."
"NO!" Jack shouted. "OWEN, IANTO NEEDS HELP."
As Owen rushed to Ianto's side and began taking readings, Jack grabbed the blowfish and dragged him into the cells. He would be handed over to U.N.I.T. to be decided the best course of action for the criminal charges. Jack would have to contact the Brigadier and demand a strict punishment. He knew the Doc's old friend would agree, given the circumstances.
Jack went to the medical bay and approached the still, pale Ianto. He glanced around and saw that only Gwen was not around, probably didn't answer her phone. Had she, it would have been her in the room with fish face, and not Yan. Damn that woman, she always does this. Especially after the big problems, like Tommy had been . I bet she feels her service to society is complete for the week, and therefore doesn't need to do much until the next huge emergency. He shook his head and caressed Ianto's face. "How is he, Owen?"
"Not well and the moment, but I found an antidote, and am in the process of getting it brought in. Being a typical blowfish, and having no sense of irony, he used the most toxic part of a non-alien blowfish."
"Okay." Jack said, and he lifted Ianto's head and slid under it, so it was resting on his lap. He leant down to Ianto's ear, and whilst gently tracing his features, whispered "Hold on, sweetheart. Owen has the antidote on the way. You just need to hold on, for me, Yan. Please. I need you, Jones, Ianto Jones. Please hold on." Again, subtly, Tosh snapped a photo of the scene, which was, ironically, almost identical as earlier, simply in reverse.
"Jack, it's here." Called Owen.
"Well hurry up then and heal him, doctor." Jack exclaimed irritably.
As Owen injected the antidote, Jack began to hum. It was a soothing lullaby, and Jack smiled as he remembered when he first heard it as an immortal. It had been after the year that never was, and the TARDIS was so overjoyed at seeing not just the Doctor, but Jack and Martha, that she crooned to each of them their childhood lullaby, offering comfort and love to her family. Jack has only a vague recollection of what his mother was (will be?) like, and that lullaby. She sang it to keep away his and his baby brother's bad dreams.
Jack was cradling Ianto and humming to him for an hour before he woke from the poison-induced coma. Jack, seeing he was awake, leant down and kissed him gently, before whispering "Never do that to me again, Yan. I couldn't bear to lose you."
"Never again, Cariad." Ianto promised.
A/N: So? How was it? Don't worry, there is a reason I focused on the photos. And I'll post as soon as the Lady Muses feel urge to inspire me. Thanks, TTFN and DFTBA :D