Title: Sleeper
Written by: Psikitty
Status: 2/?
Warnings for this chapter: None
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (eventually)
Summary: UNIT has a prisoner they have been trying to interrogate for months. Now he's finally willing to talk. Takes place after COE. Spoilers for everything except TW:MD.
Disclaimer: This is the work of a fan. No money is being made from this.
A/N:
Thanks to everyone that has read so far!
All mistakes are mine.
Chapter Two
Ianto threw back his head and laughed. "So you've said before," he chuckled. His smile dropped. "I don't believe you." Ianto didn't believe anything that UNIT told him. Ever since he had woken up in a UNIT hospital, nothing had seemed real, UNIT's treatment of him, most of all. The things they told him, Jack gone, Gwen missing along with her husband, it couldn't be true. After everything the three of them had gone through together, that they would leave him to the tender mercies of UNIT was beyond explanation. That Jack would leave him... Jack had promised him, when he came back from his time with the Doctor, that he would never leave like that again. UNIT wanted Ianto to believe otherwise.
Ianto studied the middle age man, the one assigned to get answers that he didn't have. Green's salt and pepper hair stood up in patches, signs he habitually ran his fingers through the strands when agitated. Ianto wondered what had annoyed the man before coming to see him.
"After the incident with the 456, Captain Jack Harkness left planet." Dr. Green pulled a file out of the pile in front of him. "We have energy signature readings, along with satellite footage proving this. Gwen Cooper-Williams disappeared with her husband shortly after. We have every reason to believe that she is still on earth." Dr. Green gave Ianto a pitying look. "I will reiterate, you are the last of Torchwood."
This was the first time Ianto had heard why UNIT thought Jack was gone. He allowed himself three seconds. Three seconds to close his eyes and feel despair. Three seconds to panic and feel his heart break. When time was up, he opened his eyes. "I don't believe you. I don't know if you are aware of this, Dr. Green, but I use to work with a woman named Toshiko Sato. Tosh was once a guest of UNIT. I know how you work. I know the tactics you use to drive a prisoner to say, or do, anything to get out, to tell you what you want."
"Really, Mr. Jones, what you are imagining isn't true. Torchwood is disbanded. Harkness has abandoned this planet. So you see-"
Ianto cut him off. "I see nothing. Nothing except for an illegal detention for unspecified crimes. Jack Harkness would never leave this planet." He narrowed his eyes. "Protecting this planet and its people are his life's work. He-"
Now it was Dr. Green's turn to cut Ianto off. "And what a long life it's been." Another file was opened. He turned it around to face Ianto, pictures spilling across the table. Ianto's hungry eyes drank in the first sight of Jack in months. There were so many pictures. Drawings done in charcoal and ink, tintypes, Polaroids, and newer high definition pictures taken with a digital camera, a jumbled timeline of Jack Harkness.
"Do you think to shock me?" Ianto asked.
"I think to show you that we are perfectly aware of Jack Harkness and his condition."
"Have you met the man?" Ianto asked. "To know Jack Harkness, is to be aware of him. His very being allows for nothing less."
"Is that why you started sleeping with him, Mr. Jones?" Charles asked mildly. "Or was it to help your cover while you aided and abetted a Cyberman?"
Lisa. It always started with Lisa. His first betrayal. One that, to this day, he still hadn't forgiven himself for. Not completely. His eyes became unfocused as his thoughts turned inward.
2007
Ianto stared down at the man under him, his heart thundering in his ears. Ianto and Jack's breath sawed in and out through lips that were inches apart, quickly syncing until Ianto felt like they were breathing for each other. In and out. In and out. Jack's eyes became hooded and Ianto couldn't look away.
So blue, he thought. Ianto felt like he was drowning in an endless sea of blue.
Jack slid a hand up Ianto's arm and grasped a shoulder. Languid warmth spread from the contact, sliding like liquid through Ianto's body.
Lisa.
Ianto jerked back. "I should go," he muttered scrambling up from the other man's body. He sidestepped the pterodactyl on the ground and hurried from the warehouse. He didn't stop until he was several blocks away, collapsing against a tree. His head dropped into shaking hands, his fingers tunneling into his hair.
"Get the man's trust. Get into Torchwood Three. Get Lisa in. Get help. Don't get killed," he muttered to himself. It had become his mantra since pulling Lisa out of that hell of fire and screeching metal. It's how they had survived so far. At first it had been, Get up! Walk! Something that should have been simple, but had taken all of his will power at the time.
Don't let them find you, had followed next. Don't let them see. Don't let the Cybermen see you. Don't let the Daleks hear you. If Ianto had let himself think of much more, he would have frozen from the terror.
Find Lisa.
When he had found her, a part of him went mad.