Fandom: Torchwood/Dr. Who
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto also starring Gwen, Rhys, Martha, Donna, Rose, Mickey, Jackie, Pete, Martha's family and mentions of the Doctor.
Disclaimer:I don't own Torchwood or Who all belongs to RTD and the BBC
Warnings: Spoilers for all Torchwood and Who so far S1&2 Torchwood and s1-4 Who
Bad language and Jack Harkness' filthy mind and mouth!
Author's Note: Sorry if the characters are off. If they are please tell me and I'll fix them. Especially if Ianto and Jack start to get pathetic. I hate when Ianto gets written like a pathetic whinge.
I dont own Harry Potter and nor does Torchwood-its all JK Rowling's. But PoA is the best book!!
Also just a note; Is it just me or is John Barrowman taking over the world-he was on Ready Steady Cook (Acting like a spaz) AND This Morning this week as well as his 2 Sat night Tv Shows!!
IMPORTANT TORCHWOOD NEWS!! On RSC he said that there will be s3 Torchwood but it'll be a "Big Change For All Of Us" I dont think he was referring to Tosh & Owen. I'm Worried.
Rhys Williams was bored.
He was in a Top secret organisation's base which was packed to the hilt with alien kit and he was bored.
The main reason for this was that every time he went to touch something it seemed to be covered in post-its saying "Don't touch me. No REALLY don't touch me." and then Gwen would swoop in and explode at him to "Stop messin' around with stuff you don't understand Rhhhyyyyys."
He knew she was only on a short fuse because the Rift had been quiet and she was just as mind numbingly, arse-clenchingly bored as he was.
He couldn't even make himself a coffee because he was banned for the coffee machine after he'd accidentally changed one of the settings. Gwen had ominously shaken her head and said "Ianto's going to kill you." And then banished him to get them both a Starbucks.
He couldn't surf the internet in peace or play computer games as each computer monitor had been adorned with a pink post-it proclaiming the message;
As systems administrator, I would like to remind all users that I have access to the histories on each of the Hub's computers. Also that under article 24 b of The Official Secrets Act misuse of Torchwood Company property is punishable by a hefty fine and possible life imprisonment. This includes downloading, uploading or sharing materials of a pornographic nature, computer games, yodelling competitions etc
Enjoy your stay.
Yours,
Ianto Jones.
Someone, probably Jack, Rhys reasoned, had written on the bottom in blue marker "Does pornography include the Hub's CCTV cameras?"
He couldn't snoop in Jacks office because it was locked, he couldn't look at the aliens because the weevils were on heat and it was just wrong and he couldn't play with the pterodactyl because she was moping in her nest.
"Pining for Ianto." Gwen had uttered with an deadly serious expression when Rhys had asked.
Rhys found this faintly ridiculous and had responded with "Get a grip Gwen, how does a pterodactyl pine?"
This had resulted in her snapping "Fine, you feed her next time and see how many fingers you loose. Then tell me she's not pining!"
Rhys was certain that if Ianto and Jack weren't back within the week one of them would feed the other to Myfanway.
So instead of sitting around wishing he was with Dav and Banana down the pub, idly wondering what the hell Gwen was doing on the computer (bebo stalking probably), or wondering how, with all their alien tech, Torchwood didn't have a television-Rhys decided to go exploring.
He had managed to slip out of the main Hub without Gwen noticing him and down the tunnel that he was fairly positive led to the archives- mainly because the tiles on the wall had read 'Archives' in that old fashioned Gothic script and the arrow pointed down this tunnel.
He neared a pair of grand looking doors and swore quietly when he saw a tell tale pink square glowing at him in the relative darkness of the tunnel. Another bloody post-it. He was beginning to think that Ianto had a weird stationary fetish.
He was surprised to find that it wasn't a post-it rather a small florescent pink plaque that read;
Ianto's domain; abandon hope all ye who enter here.
If you need something come ask. Do NOT try to find it yourself (Owen).
Rhys heard a small laugh behind him and spun around to see Gwen reading the plaque over his shoulder.
She gave a small smile despite the tears shining in her eyes. "I remember when we bought that."
"Ianto had just spent half an hour ranting to himself in Welsh because Owen had managed to mix up X-Z whilst trying to look up Zombies for a possible film script idea."
She gave a strangled half-laugh half-sob and Rhys pulled her into his arms. She leant against his chest and he could feel her tears through the material of his T-Shirt. When she gained a bit of control back she continued;
"He had to spend a week sorting it out and Jack was furious at Owen because Ianto had refused to make any coffee until his Archives were back in order. So when Tosh and I went to get some coffee at Starbucks we called into a little craft shop and they made it up for us."
Rhys looked down at her and she smiled up at him through the snot and tears. "There were good times too Rhys. This job, it can destroy you but they were my friends. The benefits are worth the risk." She nodded to herself, seemingly settling some internal debate. "It's worth the risk."
Rhys knew that she'd been struggling with whether to stay at Torchwood or not. As much as he worried about her he was proud of her and he wasn't going to force her to give up a job she loved. It was dangerous but apparently Gwen had decided that the fight was worth the risks involved. He secretly agreed, he'd been contemplating asking Jack if he needed any more help now Tosh and Owen were gone, he'd done alright with that space whale hadn't he?
He was just about to run the idea past Gwen when her phone rang. She squirmed out of his hold and walked back up towards the main Hub answering the phone as she walked.
"Hello….Jack…How's it going?"
Rhys sighed. The job might be worth the risk but that didn't stop him despairing at how it always managed to worm its way between them. Married to Gwen meant married to Torchwood. He grinned; guess that technically makes Captain Jack Harkness my wife. He had a flash of Harkness in an apron hoovering and laughed outright.
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150 miles away Jack Harkness was most certainly NOT contemplating what it might be like to have Rhys Williams as a wife.
He was slumped on the sofa in the Jones' front room alone. Martha had disappeared to bed half an hour ago as had the rest of her family, Clive muttering "Some of us have real jobs." as he ascended the staircase.
Donna, Mickey and the Tylers had all retired to their hotel with the promise to be back at 7am to start phase two of Mission 'Save-the-Martian-from-his-own-stupidity'. Donna had come up with the name and Jack had been surprised when Ianto had seconded her over the phone from Downing Street.
Ianto was still stuck in meetings and had phoned to tell Jack that it looked like it could possibly take all night and that he'd meet him at the Jones' in the morning. So far it wasn't looking good on the political front. Ianto kept running into brick walls each way he turned. UNIT had flat out refused to do Torchwood any favours as they were still pissed off about not being told about the Risen Mitten and the channels that Ianto was now frantically pursuing to overrule that decision weren't working out too well.
Ianto had just been about to go into a meeting with The Future Options Committee, who were acting in the place of Torchwood One until it was decided how best to reinvent it, when Jack had spoken to him. He had sounded calm but Jack could hear a slight nervousness in his voice, he was about to face some of the people who had contributed to the devastation at Torchwood One.
Not only that but he had been sufficiently freaked out to tell Jack that one of the Committee members had actually been his immediate superior in the research department and had abandoned his subordinates in the Archives at the first sign of attack.
"One minute he was yelling over the intercom about some artefact that needed to be catalogued the next he was hightailing it out of the building like he was on fire. There were plenty of people on fire Jack, he wasn't one of them. He didn't even warn us."
"You'll be fine Ianto, just take the high ground. We need this device. If you're still tense when you get back I'll let my hands work their magic, how does that sound?"
"Completely inappropriate seeing as I'm about to go into a meeting with our direct superiors."
"Remember Ianto, superiors in name only. You take your lead from me. Don't let them boss you around. I'm in charge of Torchwood Cardiff and you're directly under me."
"Literally or metaphorically?" He could almost taste Ianto's smirk.
"Depends, if you play your cards right……"
"Don't even pretend to be hard to get Captain, it ill becomes you."
"How about just hard?"
Ianto made a indignant noise down the phone that made Jack laugh.
"I have to go Jack people are giving me looks. Ring Gwen to check up on her and tell her to stay away from the coffee machine, and the archives…and tell her that Myfanway likes some chocolate before bed, it helps her sleep. Bye."
"Bye" Jack said chuckling but Ianto was already gone.
His conversation with Gwen however was not going as well, he'd been talking to her for 20 minutes and he hadn't been able to utter a single inappropriate innuendo. Gwen wasn't helping matters by spending the entire conversation ranting about well, everything.
He had asked to talk to Rhys, under the pretence of warning him about keeping his mouth shut but really to get away from Gwen's tirade. That plan was cut short when Gwen informed him that Rhys didn't want to talk to him because he was 'a showy bastard who doesn't even have a Telly.'
Gwen then started to tell him about how insufferably uncomfortable the beds in the Hub were and how she couldn't sleep with Myfanway screeching and about some bleeding hearts story she'd read about a kitten who got trapped in a well or rescued an old lady from a well or something, he wasn't really paying attention.
"Yeah Gwen that's great…I gotta go busy, busy, busy, you know me..yeah…I'll ring you tomorrow….yea…night…try giving her some chocolate… yea…no …no… maybe … yea…bye."
Something was seriously wrong with that woman lately. It was probably just her way of coping with the City being almost destroyed-being emotional and clingy.
Rooting around in the living room he found an old copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and settled down to read it. He had absolutely no intention of going back to the hotel all on his own, might as well just wait here til morning. Stretching his tall form out on the sofa, careful to keep his boots off the material, he flipped open the book.
Sponsoring the work of JK Rowling and authorising the use of Torchwood archives in her work had been one of Yvonne Hartman's better ideas, they'd made an absolute fortune.
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Ianto Jones was exhausted by the time he stepped out of a taxi in front of the Jones' house.
It was 5AM and he'd just spent the last 12 hours arguing with a never-ending supply of politicians and jumped up bureaucrats and being served so much terrible coffee that by the time he got to Downing Street he was drink tea. Which in Torchwood was very close to sacrilege.
He got to the door before he realised that he didn't have a key and as it was 5 O Clock in the morning the likelihood of anyone being up would be very slim. Groaning he slumped onto the doorstep in an ungainly manner and put his head down, kneading his tired eyes against his knees. He could probably get an hours kip here. God knows he'd slept in less comfortable places. Jack's ridiculously small bed for one.
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Jack was woken by the sound of the taxi door banging and realising that it was probably Ianto, he extracted himself from his coat to meet him at the door. It took a bit longer than expected as the long coat had twisted around his legs and when he got to the door he couldn't see Ianto through the glass.
He pulled the door open and was startled when Ianto tumbled backwards into the hallway.
Jack laughed at Ianto's confused pout as he blinked blearily up at him.
"Jack?" A tiny, adorable frown edged its way between Ianto's brows.
"Ianto" Jack was restraining the urge to kiss the little frown off his face.
"What.." Ianto was obvious confused and exhausted so Jack took pity on him and pulled him to his feet.
Wrapping one arm around his waist and keeping a firm grip on his elbow with the other Jack guided Ianto over to the sofa and sat him down, then knelt and removed his shoes.
Moving up he began to undo Ianto's belt, shoving away the Ianto's hands when he tried brush him off.
"Jack, I'm tired. Need to sleep. Sleep first then we can have sex. I promise." Ianto's voice was earnest but tired and Jack grinned at him.
"Don't worry Ianto. I'm not taking advantage, just making you more comfortable. Now sit back and relax."
He went back to work humming softly and felt Ianto relax under his hands. The jacket was gone, waistcoat unbuttoned and tie removed before Jack let Ianto lie down and surrender to his exhaustion. "At least hang the jacket up Jack." Ianto whispered his eyes half lidded and a hint of reproach in his voice. Jack just nodded and rubbed a hand through his hair soothingly. Ianto was asleep in seconds.
Jack stood and watched him sleeping for a minute in the eerie stillness of the living room, the only noise Ianto's soft breaths, realising for the first time in a long time just how young Ianto was. Not even 25 years old. Ianto's eyes were too old for his years, Jack silently resolved that as soon as they got back to Cardiff and relative normality he'd do something to make Ianto feel young, feel his age. Something simple; a rugby match or a nightclub or even just a trip to the cinema.
He took his coat and draped it delicately over his sleeping lover, the dawn's first rays were streaming through the net curtains and bathed him in a warm red glow. He smiled as Ianto snuggled into the coat a bit and let out a contented sigh.
Tomorrow he'd act, but for now he was content to watch.
Righto.
I wrote this instead of revising so if I fail my exams I'm blaming the fanfiction.
Do you think the examining board would accept that as an extenuating circumstance-they should.
NEXT CHAPT: EMO Ianto!! Well a bit emo. I hate the emo. I really hope he's not too emo.
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