Warning: Violence, sexual assault and some bad words. Not too graphic but still...
Note! And I know nothing about the real MI-5 so let's just say that they have a base/HQ in Cardiff, shall we? Same with Interpol.
Chapter 4
Sean walked into the Cardiff MI-5 building with a smile on his face. He nodded to the receptionist as he passed her on the way to the lift. Once on he punched the button for floor 4 and hummed to himself.
Last night had been wonderful, better than his memories. Jack had remembered every sensitive spot and had driven him crazy with desire. He had even reciprocated which had surprised the immortal man.
The lift doors opened and he stepped out. He walked down the corridor towards the last door on the left. He went into his office and made himself comfortable behind the large mahogany desk. As he fired up the computer he thought about the conversation from last night.
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"You looked confused Jack."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Well, you didn't like the idea of me getting off before so the fact that you made it a goal to get me off twice in one hour... I'm confused."
"But it was good, right?"
"Oh yeah. Very much so. Still confused though."
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Sean sighed and turned away from his monitor. He had seen the look in his lover's eyes; Jack wanted to know why he had been treated like a possession.
I wish I could tell you... But I still don't get it myself.
He wanted Jack to hurt. He wanted the immortal man to know what it was like to be put through hell by the one he loved. Unfortunately for Sean, he knew so little about love. His only frame of reference was Jack and he had done something to make Jack think that he was not enough for his mortal lover.
"Knock knock."
He looked up and smiled. Then his face flushed.
"Tom!"
"Have fun last night?"
"Oh!"
"Yes, oh. So, you going to answer?"
"Shut up."
Tom Quinn smirked and sat across from him. He regarded the younger man with a familiarity that spoke of more than teacher/student affection.
"So..."
"So what?" Sean cocked his head. "Something on your mind, Mr. Quinn?"
"Always."
"Care to share or were you just going to look at me like I'm a fascinating specimen all day?"
"Captain. Jack Harkness. Captain. Captain Harkness."
"What about him?"
"He's Torchwood."
"Really? I had no idea!"
"And you're MI-5."
"Tom, quit playing games and get to the point." Sean was annoyed and had work to do.
"I know you're having fun with your little affair but can you honestly say that you can devote yourself to your job no matter what?"
Sean straightened up in his seat. His gray eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Leave it, Tom. I don't need you telling me how to live my life."
"No, you have Daddy for that."
"Fuck you!"
Tom stood and leaned over the desk with his fists clenched.
"Stay away from Harkness. He's dangerous. He'll be the end of you."
"Like Ellie was for you?" Sean hissed.
Tome barely managed to keep from slapping his friend. Instead he said, "I'll ignore that. This time."
"What you forget is that Jack understands, Ellie did not. He can handle it all. She could not."
"Don't talk as if you knew her."
"I'm not," Sean snapped. "But the truth of the matter is that Ellie was incapable of being the kind of person who could sit at home and wait for her partner to come home, either alive or dead. She couldn't handle letting you walk into dangerous situations every day."
"And you think that Harkness can?"
"He does it to himself. He lives a life filled with danger around every corner."
"When the two of you were together you worked in a book store. Now you hunt down terrorists. Not the same. And now he has to deal with sending his lover into danger every day."
"Doesn't matter."
"It does," Tom insisted. "It will change everything."
"I can take care of myself."
"And if our interests should conflict with Torchwood's?"
"What do you mean?" Sean asked.
"The man you were chasing a few weeks ago. The one that Torchwood was after. You took him down but they took him in."
Sean gritted his teeth. "If the rest of my team hadn't been so slow then we would have had him."
"Sean, he might have been an alien but he was our target."
"So I'm outnumbered and it's fault?"
"Not what I'm saying but you have to be cautious."
"Get out."
Tom stood up straight and walked to the door.
"Be careful Sean. You know what Harkness is and what he's capable of. For all you know he's using you."
Sean picked up the glass paperweight on his desk and flung it; it ricocheted off the door as Tome pulled it firmly shut.
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"You're looking chipper this morning," Owen observed. "Nice sweater. Got laid last night, did we?"
"Hardy har-har," Jack said drolly. Today he wore a black sweater over a white button down and khaki trousers. He really missed his great coat.
"Jack, can we talk? Man to man."
The Captain raised an eyebrow. "Suuure. What's up?"
Owen greatly amused him by looking around to see if they were alone. The scrawny medic made a show of it by craning his head in various directions and going so far as to peer under the desks. Once he was satisfied that they were the only two in the HUB he jerked a thumb over his shoulder and led his Captain into the autopsy bay.
"Okay, Owen, spit it out."
The medic took a deep breath and said, "Who are you and what have you done with Captain Jack?"
"Pardon?"
"Come on, Jack! The clothes, the lack of RAF coat, the grumpy exterior-- This isn't you! This is a... a... Barbie doll!"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Barbie doll?" He glanced down to see if his chest had suddenly expanded to epic proportions.
"Ken doll then. The name's not the issue."
"Then use that mouth of yours to tell me what the issue is."
"When was the last time you ate a slice of pizza, picked out your own clothes or drank real coffee instead of liquid plastic?"
Jack opened his mouth and closed it. Twice.
"Exactly."
"Sean is on a diet. It's easier to maintain if I eat with him."
"Jack, I saw him. He has nothing to lose. In fact he should gain a stone. Even with his build he's too thin."
"And what's wrong with my clothes?"
"Besides the fact that you don't like them? They make you look like a ponce!"
"Oi!"
"Call 'em as I see 'em." Owen folded his arms. "Jack, this isn't healthy. I know you and he had something once but that was a long time ago. He's not the same person anymore."
Jack folded his arms too. "Yeah, I admit he's a bit different, a little selfish but he--"
"Excuse me but did you say 'little'? The only thing little about him is his size."
"Don't go there, Owen," warned Jack.
"What I don't get is why you let Ianto go just to run into this dick-head's arms."
Jack scowled at him and turned away. "Does it not matter to you that I love him?"
"What matters to me Jack is that you have let him pull you in. You're a dog on a very short leash. And you don't even see it."
Owen turned and got to work.
Jack went to his office. He needed to think.
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"I didn't raise you to be like this! You filthy abomination!"
"Father, please!"
He tried to get free, to run but his father held him tight.
"I didn't raise you to be a whore!"
"I'm not! He loves me!"
"Then where is he? Why is he not here with you?"
"Father..."
"I'll teach you to defy me..."
Sean screamed as his hand was thrust into the boiling oil. He tried to fight, to pull away, but his father was bigger and stronger.
"Stop! Please! I'll be good! Please, I'll be good!" he screamed.
His mother sat at the table clipping coupons, ignoring the screams that her husband wrung from from his mouth.
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Sean gasped and shot up. His breath came in sharp gasps as he looked wildly around the room.
No one here but me.
It had happened again. He'd fallen asleep and saw the memories he tried so hard to forget. He looked down at his right hand; the scars had faded but he still had to concentrate in order to get full function out of the extremity.
And she just sat there and ignored it all. Like she always did.
And yet he could not bring himself to avoid them. His father and mother, his two older brothers and his younger sister.
It was his sister who had first told his parents that she'd seen him kissing a man. His father had taken his belt to him the day he came home for summer holiday. He'd had to sneak out of the basement through the window (because they always locked the door) and climb through the kitchen window to use the phone. Jack had rushed to him, taken him from his parents.
He had felt safe that night. Every night with Jack he felt safe. When he had admitted it had been going on for a few years, ever since they'd returned to England, Jack had refused to let him go back there.
"I'm your family, now. I'll look after you."
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
It had been so easy to believe that lie. He wondered if he would have had the courage to stay away from them after Jack left if MI-5 had not contacted him. He doubted it. Although, he really couldn't say he avoided them. His father called him regularly to talk. And even now when his father called, he came.
He was too afraid not to.
His fingers traced the scars.
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"Even your precious Jack didn't want you."
"He loves me!" Sean cried.
His brother's hands roamed the length of his body. He shuddered as he felt the wet tongue moving down his chest.
"Stop..."
"You wanna be a whore then you're be a whore."
"'m not a whore!"
"You let men fuck you. You're a whore. A dirty, little, cock-sucking whore." His brother's hand moved between his legs.
"Stop! I'll tell Father!"
"He wants you punished. You're sinful. Dirty whore."
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Sean let out a silent scream.
Why now? He was awake! He only ever saw all this when he was asleep.
Jack. I need Jack...
He could still feel his brother's hands as they penetrated his body. The smell of his brother's rancid breath -- alcohol and marijuana -- lingered.
He stood and grabbed his coat.
The office was suffocating. He needed to get out. He needed to see Jack.
But what will you tell him?
The voice taunted him. It always did.
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"Nice sweater."
"Not you too!"
Ianto handed Jack his mug with a raised eyebrow. It reminded the older man of his lover.
He sighed. "Sorry Ianto."
"No problem. It is nice though. Cashmere?"
"Yeah. Sean bought it."
"Oh." A beat. A second beat. "Who's Sean?"
"He's Jack's pimp!"
"Can it, Owen!"
"As I see 'em, Jack!"
Amused, Ianto looked back at his Captain.
"Pimp?" he asked.
"Ignore Owen. He's a creep."
"How about Sugar Daddy?" Owen shouted. He ducked as Jack threw a file folder at him (empty, thankfully). "Sugar Baby might be better as I'm sure you top."
"Let's go into my office," Jack said. He shot a look at Owen, who just smirked.
Confused and amused Ianto followed his Captain. Once they were both seated they looked at each other.
"So..." Ianto prompted.
"I was involved with Sean for a few years. I ended it and returned here. He works for MI-5 now and is stationed in Cardiff."
"And I take it that you've gotten re-involved with him?"
"You take it right." Jack sighed and sipped the brew that was a little bit of heaven. Mm...
"So what's the problem?" Ianto asked.
Jack was silent as he tried to decide what to say. To hell with it, he knew he could confide in the young man sat across from him.
"He's different. Not like he used to be."
"People change. It happens."
"I know. It's... Sean used to enjoy life now he tries to dominate it. Before all he needed to have fun was me. We had picnics in our flat on rainy days. McDonald's drive-thru was practically a religion for us. He loved going to see action movies collecting comics. But now," Jack said. "Now he expects me to spend lots of money to take him to extravagant restaurants and overpriced art galleries. He tells me how to dress and even raided my closet when he was here."
That certainly caught Ianto's attention.
"Wait a minute... He was here? At the HUB?"
"Oops." Had to think fast. "Uh... Yeah. Just a couple of times... a week. While you were gone."
Ianto narrowed his eyes to mere slits. "We will be discussing that at length, sir. But later."
"We will? I mean, yeah, sure we will." Jack gulped down some of his drink.
"Okay," Ianto said. He would not forget Jack's transgression. "So he's done a complete turnaround. Any idea why?"
"No. But I think MI-5 might have something to do with it."
"Jack, you do realize that with us being Torchwood he'll be under a microscope for seeing you?"
"So?"
"So you need to be careful. Are you sure this wasn't planned?"
"What do you mean?" Jack demanded.
"Well, think about it. You and I end and I leave the country for a few weeks. Suddenly an old lover reappears and captivates you again. He gets you to let him into the HUB."
"You mean he could be a mole?" Jack frowned. "But ultimately we're all on the same side."
"Are we?" Ianto raised a hand to forestall the response. "I'm not accusing anyone of anything. Just... be careful. I still care about you and don't wish to see you get hurt. Especially by someone you love."
Jack sat back and thought about it.
What if Sean was using him? If so, was it for MI-5 or his own benefit? He hadn't seemed too upset when Jack told him he was leaving nine years ago. Then again, those gray eyes that used to laugh and sparkle with life had dulled with each shirt that was folded and placed into the suitcase.
No, he was certain that Sean was not using him to get revenge.
He was less certain that MI-5 was not trying to use him though.
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Jason picked up the phone.
"Hello, Monroe and Jones residence."
"Stop! Stop!"
"Hello?" Jason repeated.
"Father please stop! I promise I'll be good!"
Jason was about to speak again when he heard:
"Filthy whore! You enjoy a cock up your arse?"
SLAP!
Someone, a young man, sobbed.
"Filthy whore."
Click.
The phone went dead.
Jason stared at the receiver in his hand for a moment before lowering it to it's base. His eyes wandered over to the caller ID screen.
His eyes widened.
The screen was blank.
He picked the phone up and was about to do a number recall when something caught his eye.
The base's cord was not plugged in.
This was the phone that couldn't be hooked up yet as the outlet had a short in it. The electrician would be by the next day to check it out.
So how the hell had the phone rung and who was it that had called?
Jason had a really bad feeling about this.
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"So let me get this straight... Your boyfriend is allowed inside the HUB but my husband -- and Rhys, I might add -- should never have been told about Torchwood? Is that fair, Jack?"
Jack shifted in his seat. His coffee had long ago gone cold as he talked with his friend.
"No. Not really."
Ianto scowled at him and folded his arms. "You can't have two sets of rules, Jack. We have to all work together. You can't expect us to follow you if we can't trust you to be fair."
"I know."
"Do you? Because I remember when you let Gwen get away with not Retconning Rhys. I asked you then if we could all confide in someone who we could trust not to tell and you said no."
"That was different. She lives with Rhys, was getting ready to marry him. Bit different from you telling your gossipy sister or Owen or Tosh telling their families."
"Who said I would have told my sister? Who said I would have told anyone? Point is, we all needed to have the option. We could easily screen the people we chose and made a decision as a team. But you're not too good at working as a team, are you?"
"Sometimes," Jack murmured. "I wonder why I do this."
"Do what?"
"Torchwood. At first..." Jack stood and moved to the window to watch the others work. "I never intended on leaving him forever. I wanted him to have the kind of life he deserved, a life he couldn't have with me. But then Alex killed the others and himself and bequeathed Torchwood to me. I can't leave it now."
"Jack." Ianto stood and joined him. "Just because you couldn't save them doesn't mean that you have to give up everything. If you love Sean then you should be with him."
"half an hour ago you were warning me off him."
"Nooo. I told you to be careful. There's a difference."
They stood in silence. Ianto was about to break it when Jack's mobile rang.
"Harkness."
Jack's eyes lit up and then dimmed. They darted from side to side and he closed the phone with a snap.
"Something wrong?" Ianto asked. He picked up Jack's discarded cup.
"Sean's here. I'm going upstairs."
"Take your time," Ianto said as he stepped away to let Jack out of the office.
Jack strode swiftly to the cogwheel door. Once it had closed behind him he broke into a run. Sean had sounded so much like he had that night he'd called Jack to come get him from his parents'.
And it scared the shit out of him.
He reached the tourist office in record time.
Sean stood by the counter; his eyes red and swollen from crying.
Suddenly he looked eighteen again.
"Sean? What is it?"
jack found himself with an armful of Sean and he held him close.
"What's the matter? What happened?"
But Sean couldn't say.
Filthy whore. I'm coming for you. Do you think he can protect you?
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TBC.
My friend and I are on a roll! I got him looking over another story so I may get to post the first part of that as well as Chapter 5 of this at the same time (hopefully tomorrow!).
Again, I don't expect people to like or even feel sorry for Sean. He's mean-spirited and determined to get Jack to bend to his will. But he does love him despite it all.
Next chapter will have Jason and Jack meet as well as more Tom Quinn (he is soooo sexy in MI-5! Watch it if you like drama without the sci-fi! It's great!).
