Chapter 4: Questions with cryptic answers
A/N: I did just see the Miracle Day finale. I definitely missed Ianto in this series of Torchwood and I think season 2 will always be my favourite but it wasn't too bad in my opinion. For those who have seen it can I just say: At least Jack isn't alone anymore, but how the hell are they going to work that into Doctor Who? Or maybe they'll just disregard it since DW and TW are kind of separated now. Who knows, all I want is Jack to return to Doctor Who. Anyways, enough from me, here is the next chapter.
"I think we need to talk," Dean growled at the two men who stood with their hands raised, not daring to get their guns out.
Jack nodded, "Yeah, we can talk, but first I want you to put those guns down," Jack said calmly, "You are going to attract attention to yourselves."
The brothers were dressed in suits looking very professional, "I don't think anyone will question the FBI taking two dangerous fugitives into custardy," Dean said in a rather calm and controlled voice.
Jack just laughed, "Are you serious? Parading around as FBI agents? You two should be the ones getting arrested."
Jack was blocking Ianto's vision, and his form. he put down his hands slowly to his belt where his gun laid. The brother's weren't as smart as they thought they were; if they were smart they would encircle him and Jack and have both in their line of vision. He uncapped the safety on his Glock gun and pushed in front on Jack. Jack smirked and quickly got his Webley, aiming at the tallest brother.
"Gentlemen," Ianto spoke without a quiver even though his stomach was twisting inside out; everything could go wrong, "I advise you to put your weapons down. We wouldn't want you to get hurt."
The four men eyed each other off for one long, intense moment, "We want answers," Dean growled but did not lower his gun.
"And you'll get them, as soon as you put your guns away," Jack kept his voice even, calm and reassuring he could see the tension in Ianto's muscles. They couldn't predict how the brothers would react and that made this situation all the more risky, "But if we keep standing here the police are going to show up and as I said, the state isn't too fond of guys running around pretending to be the FBI."
After another tense moment Sam lowered his gun, Ianto did the same. Jack and Dean eyed each other off for a long moment before Jack lowered his gun unafraid of Dean. The older Winchester did the same, "Alright, let's talk."
"I don't think this is the best place. How about we go to a nice café? I am itching for a coffee," Jack rested his hands on his hips sweeping back his greatcoat as he did so.
"I still think you'd be better off eating straight coffee beans," Ianto said softly vocalizing his disgust for the coffee in America.
"Fine, but one of you are coming with us," Dean gazed straight at Ianto who seemed like the weaker of the two and would probably be easier to handle if he turned on them.
"Fine, I'll go with you, Jack you can follow in the SUV," Ianto shrugged his shoulders.
Jack shook his head, "No, you take the SUV I will go with Molder and Scully," he patted Ianto's shoulder and handed him the keys to the SUV while walking straight towards the Winchester brothers.
"I am surprised you even know who Molder and Scully are!" Ianto called after Jack as he rounded the car to sit in the driver's seat.
Jack winked at Ianto, "I know a lot of things that you don't know I know," he walked with the brothers over to the Impala, "Hello beautiful. We meet again," he stroked the top.
Dean scowled, "So you are the one who drove my car!"
Jack shook his head as he climbed into the back, "Ianto wouldn't let me drive it," he shut the door.
Sam and Dean shared a quick look over the car before climbing in, Dean started the engine and jumped when he heard a practically orgasmic moan from the back seat, "What the hell!" he spun around to look at Jack who was grinning from ear to ear.
"She is beautiful," Jack stroked the seat, "Listen to that roar," he closed his eyes listening to it, "God, sexy thing like you should belong to someone way classier then these two yokels," he opened his eyes back up grinning, "I had a partner back in 1970 who had a similar car. Oh the things we did in it." Jack smirked. The brothers shifted uncomfortably.
Dean glared, "Shut up or you are riding in the boot," he growled as he put the car into reverse and moved down the hospital drive way, he was followed by the black SUV out of the car park and onto the main road.
It took Sam a moment to actually rethink what Jack had said, "Wait, 1970? Were you even born then?" Jack just grinned.
The drive to the café was rather awkward, despite Dean's constant threats Jack continued to make strange and unnerving comments. The Impala pulled up in front of a quaint café and the SUV pulled up beside it. Jack gave the car an affectionate pat, "I'll be back later sexy thing," he climbed out of the Impala and smiled when Ianto came around to face him.
"Enjoy yourself sir?" Ianto asked in his usual mild mannered way.
Jack's smile became a full blown grin, "Ianto, I am getting myself one when we get back to Wales," he lowered his voice, "And I am teaching you all about the fun you can have in the back of one of those things. I might just steal this one."
Ianto swallowed thickly blushing slightly, "I can think of a few things we could do in the back of that car."
Jack grinned, "Later then," he turned around as the brothers came towards them.
"Alright, let's go inside and talk then," Dean nodded towards the entrance to the café.
Jack nodded, "As you wish. Come on Ianto let's get some caffeine and food," the two walked in with the brother's trailing behind. Ianto went straight to the counter to order a meal for himself and Jack while the Captain found a table in the far back corner for the four of them to sit at. Dean sat down while Sam joined Ianto at the counter. Jack lent forward slightly, "So what do you remember about last night?"
"Everything," Dean lied.
Jack gave him a measured look and smirked, "So Blondie is the one with all the answers then," he lent back in his seat watching Sam and Ianto make there way over and sit down, "Alright, so it is Sam and Dean, correct?" they nodded, "As I said last night I am Captain Jack Harkness and this is Ianto Jones."
"Yeah, well there is the problem. The only Captain Jack Harkness on record was a RAF pilot during World War II. He supposedly died when his plane was shot down but mysteriously survived only to die a few months later during the London blitz," Sam gave Jack an accusing look.
Jack frowned, "No, no. I went missing in action," he corrected the brothers, "Just because you are missing in action and never found does not make you dead."
Sam and Dean looked utterly lost and confused, certain that Jack was pulling their leg. Ianto smiled, he would never get tired seeing the confused faces of people who didn't understand Jack and his life.
"Very funny." Dean laughed dryly, "Who the hell are you? You're untraceable!"
They fell silent as one of the employees came and gave them their coffees, the four were silent waiting for the young girl to leave. Jack sipped his foul coffee, he missed Ianto's brews, "And you're not supposed to have the means to trace me or anyone."
"And the circle of life continues," Ianto muttered leaning back in his seat as he sipped the coffee in utter disgust, "This is just going to go in a huge loop and I will grow old sitting here and waiting."
Jack smiled at the Welshman, "See, immortality has its advantages. I could sit here and talk these boys into their graves."
"But you'll also talk me into mine…" Ianto spoke into his mug.
"Just shut up!" Dean snarled, "We want straight answers and I want them now. Who are you? I want your real name."
"Even if I gave you my real name you wouldn't find it on record for the next three thousand years," Jack drummed his fingers on the table, "I have some questions of my own for you boys."
"Oh yeah?" Sam raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"
"Like, why two attractive young men such as yourselves were spending your Thursday night trying to kill forty odd Weevils?"
"Weevils, is that what they are called?" Sam asked.
One point to Jack Harkness for a successful change of subject, it was time to turn this game on its head, "Yeah. Wow you guys were hunting down something without even knowing what it was called?" of course that was what he and Ianto were doing but that was hardly the point.
"Well names don't really matter as long as we know how to kill the sons of bitches," Dean growled.
"It seems to me you were performing a lot of guess work last night. Silver bullets? What were you expecting werewolves?" Ianto put his mug down as he maintained his professional, somewhat mocking tone.
Dean growled, "Shut up you Pom, no one asked you to talk."
Ianto looked at him, disgusted to be called English, "I'm Welsh." He stated.
"It doesn't matter we are getting off the main topic which is why the hell did you drug us last night?" Dean growled.
"Because it is better for civilians not to know the truth for as long as we can avoid it. Mass hysteria and fear is not fun. I'd much rather keep everyone living their short insignificant lives in peace while Torchwood deals with these problems and prepares for what is to come."
"And what 'is to come'?" Sam asked suspiciously.
Jack gave one of his mysterious smiles, "That is not for you to worry your pretty head over," the young employee came over and served the four men their meals and silence followed for several long minutes while they ate.
When all the food was gone Jack stood up, "Come on Ianto, let's finish up this Elliot Spencer case," he turned to Sam and Dean, "Nice to see you again boys but we really have got to run," Ianto stood up beside Jack and followed the Captain out, tailing his greatcoat which flew out behind him.
"Hey wait!" Sam called jumping to his feet, "You're working the Elliot Spencer case?"
Jack and Ianto turned to look at him, "Why? What is it to you?"
"Well we are too and I was just thinking that if we worked together we could probably finish it faster," Sam suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Sammy what are you doing?" Dean hissed.
"We don't work with civilians," Jack said matter-of-fact turning his back.
"We know where to find the creature," Sam said.
Ianto and Jack turned back to look at them, "I suppose we can make an exception," Jack smirked.
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