Ianto/Jacque fic.
Part 3.
Ianto drives, like always, but the others all mysteriously take back seats before you get to the car. "Drop me off at the police station," Owen says, "I'll toss in a sedative grenade and take care of everyone there then meet you in the main chamber." You turn to look at him, eyes wide at his not coming with you. "Don't worry," he says simply, as if reading your thoughts, "I'm just going to make sure they stay knocked out and hidden. There's a man hole about two blocks over that's directly above the main chamber. I'll come find you guys as soon as I'm done." Ianto just nods, doing as instructed.
"Here I go then," Owen says, hopping out. As you drive off, you can see he actually has several sedative grenades, so he should be okay against the melee you can hear coming from inside.
You just have to hope, though, since soon enough you're hurtling down a side street and the sounds of weapons prepping and the device Tosh has powering up suddenly quiet. Then the car is parked and everyone's getting out. You must be a bit less ready for this than you thought since Ianto is the one to open your door, asking softly as the others get a head start, "You alright? I can take you back or you can stay here."
"I'm alright," you assure him, swallowing and pulling on a smile to ease his fears, "How would that look to daddy dearest? Coming back to find everyone gone and the one he left in charge just hiding out?" You hop out of the car and straighten your clothes, catching what you think might be a mumble of 'at least you'd be safe'. "Hey," you say, turning to Ianto and pulling him into a hug, "I can take care of myself."
With that, you get your gun, on loan from Torchwood, and catch his hand in yours to tug him along as you chase after the others.