Title: The Chosen One
Setting: This story is set instead of 'Small Worlds'
Characters: Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Suzie Costello, Rhys Williams, Steffan Vaughan, Enaid Vaughan (And maybe others if I think of them or add them in)
Pairings: Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Owen (Just for something different and a little fun)
Rating: M, for violence, sexual themes f+m and m+m, smut, coarse language, murder, self harm, (IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT!)
Summery: What if Ianto was 10 years younger and what if he was a chosen one? Would Jack be able to save this poor, misunderstood child or would he loose him to the fairies?
Comments: Woo, I got it done. ^_^ -does victory dance- I was going to put how Jack hired Gwen but everything I tried just stumbled and fell apart so I went from here… Hope everyone likes it ^_^. R + R!! With luck the next one will be up soon. I'll try and make up for my slacking off. I will be bringing the fairies in threw the next few chapters. But anyways ENJOY!!
Chapter 3:
"Gwen, grab him," roared Jack. The boy reeled around and moved to run off but Gwen jumped on him. Dragging him to the ground and Jack moved over to help her.
"Get off me," he yelled as he kicked and threw his arms about.
"Jack," cried Gwen as he jumped to his feet, throwing her to the ground. The boys jacket was hanging of one shoulder as Jack grabbed it, the boy ran on and Jack stumbled, falling face first into the concrete.
"Go," he yelled at Gwen.
"No, stop, wait," Tosh's voice came threw the coms into their ears.
"What?" demanded Jack.
"You've got it. What ever that kid had, you've got it," she told Gwen.
"Your not making any sense," she stated.
"Check the jacket," Tosh told her. Gwen glanced up at the nearest CCTV camera before looking around and picking up the jacket, going threw the pockets. She could hear Jack taking to Owen.
"Fine. Just a broken nose," he chuckled and paused. "I'll have to start wearing helmet," he laughed. Gwen pulled out a cold metal object from the pocket and held it up for Tosh to see.
"That's it," Tosh praised.
"That's what?" Gwen asked twisting the device around in her hands. It was the shape of a crescent moon with lights that were turned off.
"No idea,' Tosh chuckled.
"Oh, that helps," Gwen passed it to Jack who was holding out his hand. Suddenly the lights went wild and the device began beeping in his hand. The button under his finger dropped away and a bright light hurt his eyes. Jack clamped them closed and opened them when everything went dark. He looked around, he was laying in the middle of an empty street. He wanted it get up but it was if his brain wasn't attached to any of his limbs.
"Gwen?" he called loudly. Suddenly a boy stepped out of a side street in front of him. Tears streaming down his face. He was scratching at his arm and Jack could see the blood dripping off his fingers. "Hello?" he called trying to get the boy's attention but failing. The boy walked towards him. "Hey, kid," Jack tried again but the boy walked straight past him. Suddenly everything went bright and he gasped.
"Jack," Gwen kicked the device from his hands and knelt next to Jack. "What's wrong?" she demanded. He could feel the hot tears streaming down his face.
"I… He… He was so… so sad," Jack stuttered sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face.
"Your bleeding," she told him, grabbing his hands and looking at the deep gashes across his wrist, the blood was still running down his arm even though Gwen was holding it outright. Jack lifted his hand, feeling his nose. It had been broken a few seconds ago but now it was fine, no trace of the blood that had been running down his face mere seconds before. "Lets get you back to the hub so Owen an look at it," Gwen told him as she pulled him to his feet. He walked over and grabbed the device, dropping it into the pocket of his great coat before he followed her towards the SUV.
Back at the hub after Owen had bandaged up Jack still bleeding wrist they had gathered in the board room.
"What have you got, Tosh?" asked Jack as he sat in his chair at the head of the table.
"Jack," scolded Owen. "Stop scratching it," he hissed. Jack looked down and realized he was scratching at the bandage. He pulled his hand away and dumped his arms on the table.
"It's from Arcateen 5," Tosh told them. "It's used to view snippets of a possible future. They use it to check for assassination attempts on their leaders," she explained placing it in front of them. "It takes someone extremely skilled to use on," she said looking over at Jack.
"What, so what I saw, that boy, that hasn't happened yet?" Jack asked.
"No," she told him. He leaned back in his chair and began scratching absent mindedly at his wrist again. "The only thing is every time the future changes you will see it. Every time he makes a major new decision you will know," she told him. "What you saw is what his mind had decided," Tosh told him.
"When will it stop?" Jack asked.
"When that event has passed. Is there any way of telling when it was?" she asked. "Anything you can remember?"
"Not really. It was a dark street," Jack closed his eyes, trying to remember if there was anything important. "He was wearing a watch," Jack shook his head. "But nothing to indicate a date," he explained. Suddenly a bright light filled his vision. Jack was sitting in a bus shelter. No one was around except for the boy who was not standing in front of him. Jack couldn't see his face but he could smell the blood running down the boy's arm, exactly like the first time. The sadness washed threw him. The empty feeling, like there was nothing left, no point to go on. Everything suddenly clicked in Jack's mind when he watched a car come speeding down the street. "No," he willed his body to move. "No!" he yelled loudly. The boy stepped away from the curve, straight in front of the shiny red convertible. With a loud bang the body went flying. The horn went off screaming in his ears.
"Jack," someone was shaking his shoulders. "Jack," he opened his eyes and looked up into Owen's beautiful brown eyes.
"He's… He's going to kill himself," Jack gasped throwing his hands over his face. "There's nothing left, she's gone, everything… It's just pain. It just hurts," Jack cried. His hands muffling the noises he was making.
"There's only one down side to the device. Your life is connected to his," Toshiko explained.
Jack sat on the roof top. It had taken him only five minutes to get here. The boy should be here in another five if he stuck with this. His face was in his hands and he could feel the blood dripping off his fingers, onto the concrete of the roof. He turned when he heard a noise on the stairs. The boy that had been haunting his dreams for the last five days stood in front of him. Tears streaming down his face. This is what Jack was here for.
Have you ever had felt like someone was behind you in a or like someone has walked over your grave. That's how Ianto had been feeling for a week before. Like every time he was alone there was someone there with him. Sitting in his room listening to music he expected to turn and find someone standing in his doorway. He had caught a glimpse of a man one. Out of the corner of his eye. He had been wearing a huge heavy looking coat but when he turned there was no one there. Right now, as Ianto climbed the stairs towards the roof of the building it was the furthest thing from his mind. He was scratching at his arm, he could feel the warm blood running down his hands and dripping off his fingers. He finally reached the roof, stepping out of the staircase and walked towards the edge. It took him a second to realize he was not alone. There was a man standing across from him. He was wearing a huge military great coat.
"What are you doing here?" Ianto demanded, standing tall and whipping the tears out of his eyes, smearing blood across his cheeks.
"I could ask you the same question," the man said walking towards Ianto. He took a few steps back. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness," the man explained.
"I don't care what your name is," hissed Ianto.
"No I suppose you don't. What happened to your arm?" Jack asked moving closer.
"None of your fucking business, that's what," Ianto growled backing towards the staircase. "What happened to yours?"
"I have no idea, that's why I was asking you," Jack stated.
"What the hell are you on about?" Ianto demanded. The door behind him swung closed. Ianto turned and tried to turn the doorknob. It was lock. He was locked on the roof of a building with a mad man.
"Ianto, I'm here to help," Jack explained.
"How do you know my name?" he demanded.
"Well, lets see. I found an alien device that showed me the future, of your future to be more exact for I have spent the last week dreaming about you," Jack sounded excited.
"What the fuck are you on about?" Ianto demanded.
"I don't know why, Ianto, but I have spent the last week watching you die over and over and over again. So many different ways, you have a very graphic mind. I feel your pain. I don't know what has happened to you but I wake up every night, screaming in pain and spend hours crying for you," Jack explained. "Why are you trying to do this? Why do you want to jump?" Jack asked turning and looking out over Cardiff, dropping his gaze over the side of the building so he could see the concrete below. Ianto slid down the door, hugging his knees as he scratched at his arm, ripping it open further and further. Jack glanced over his shoulder. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me because I know your just going to run of and kill yourself some other way and I'm really not in the mood to die," Jack explained walking over and sitting against the wall a few meters from Ianto.
"What do you mean?" Ianto asked him
"Well, apparently my life if linked to yours, when you die, I die," Jack told him.
"That doesn't make any sense," Ianto stated bluntly.
"To you," Jack mumbled. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Ianto's mind working a mile a minute. Jack wasn't going to let him leave until he explained himself so he thought t best just to get it over with. He opened his mouth to speak but Jack beat him to it. "Can you please stop that," Jack asked motioning to Ianto's wrist, Jack lifted his wrist to show Ianto the ripped skin across the older mans wrist. Ianto pulled his hand away and looked at the exact same scares across his wrist, identical.
"My god, your serious," gasped Ianto. Jack smiled.
"Here," Jack took Ianto's hand, holding his out so the boy could see both before he slip the blade of a small knife across his palm. Jack's skin slit as the blade slid threw the Ianto's skin.
"You are serious," Ianto breathed running his finger over the cut on Jack's hand.
"Yes, that's what I said," Jack sighed. "You are keeping me alive," Jack told him. "It's only until ten though, then we go back to normal," Jack explained. "So you can understand why I'm here to help," Jack told him.
"Because your keeping yourself alive," Ianto mumbled.
"No, trust me it wouldn't make a difference. It's because I know what your going threw. The emptiness, the pain. I get it. I just don't know why," Jack explained.
"My girlfriend. Adults keep going on about how I'm to young to feel love, to young to understand but I do, I love her," Ianto explained. "She is everything. The reason I'm still here. I would do anything for her for her," Ianto said looking over at the older man. "A week ago I got home from school. Her sister was sitting in my house. The night before Lisa and her mother had been in a car crash," Ianto looked over at Jack. His eyes were void of life, they looked so much older then they should, like Jack's. Ianto had seen to much in his few years of life, to much pain. Jack could see this.
"Lisa," Jack whispered.
"Yeah, she was beautiful. I love her, I really do," Ianto explained.
"I know you do," Jack told him, inching closer and wrapping his arm around Ianto as he shivered because of the cold wind, blowing across the roof top. Ianto didn't even seem to notice. "What about your mother? I think I saw her a few times," Jack explained. Ianto looked up into his amazing blue eyes.
"Steffan beats her. Lisa was the only person that knew. She told me I should go to the police, get help before something worse happened but I can't. He makes her happy and I can't take that from her. She disserves so much better but… but I can't… I can't help her," Ianto ended in a whisper, the tears began again.
"She needs you Ianto, she really does. Even if you can't stop him you can be there to pick her up when she falls, be the support she needs so she can carry on. Let her be that for you as well. Come on, let's go for a walk or something. I'm going to give you my number and a place where you can always find me okay. You ever need help or just to talk you cal me, okay," Jack told him slipping a piece of paper into Ianto's pocket as they walked down the stairs towards Cardiff.