Chapter 7!
I only Own my ideas
Warnings: Usual
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Today should have been a good day...
In Tommy's effort to please his dad he was moving out, hoping to lead his own life. Oliver had already offered him a job as manager at Verdant and he was excited to tell his father. He had invited his friends over to help him move. They'd actually managed to get quite a bit done, but that was before all hell had broken loose. Now he had to explain why his father's prize vase was shattered and blues were infesting his house.
Perfect just perfect…
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Earlier that morning…
Ianto woke feeling rested for the first time in ages. He scuffled to the door and sat, waiting for Kendrick or Omri. He had to go something fierce and he wanted to get the required 'favors' over quickly. Jones had no sense of time, but an hour had easily passed with no sign. Finally noticing the en-suit door open he remembered his angel and assumed, as it was his first day in a new testing facility, today was a treat, he would have to thank the man in black later.
Another two hours waiting and his stomach rumbled. Maybe death from hunger was the first test as he could get water from the tap in the en-suite. Thankful, he was so thankful for that gift. He began to think of ways he could show his appreciation. He could still be useful.
~AICHM~
Another few hours passed without incident and Ianto was dozing on the bed. When Laurel walked by she did a double take. Tommy hadn't mentioned guests and Mr. Merlyn didn't usually have them. He had a pent house for that. She went to ask Tommy about the mystery interloper.
Jones yawned and was starting to wake again when a light brown haired woman walked in demanding to know who he was. He jerked fully awake and scrambled at the harshness in her tone. Falling off the side of the bed and scuttling under it till she left. Calling for something known as Ollie as she went.
She had left the door open and as soon as she cleared the corner, he ran for it.
"He was under the bed, I swear!" She cried as she dragged Oliver in.
"Well he's not there now, so he's somewhere in the mansion, he could take anything!" Tommy fumed.
"Let's just calm down and…" Oliver started, then they heard a crash and turned towards it as one. "Laurel I know he hates me, but call your dad. And stay here, let us handle this."
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Ianto was hiding in a room full of expensive looking china. He'd already accidentally tipped a vase and knew he would die so many times for that transgression. Even if they weren't painful,there would be many and the revive would hurt. He was only drawing this out to properly annoy his new guards and see how they acted when angered. It would tell him what to expect. Jones could sense he was being tracked and fine china or no, he would be caught eventually. Did he sneak out or wait for them to make a move? He slipped a shard of the vase into his pants. At least he could end it himself first, show them how sorry he was, afterwards though and he was sorry, he was.
Oliver advised that he would back off and wait for the guy to run. Tommy should go in carefully and draw him out. The younger Merlyn, stepped in carefully. Slowly forcing Ianto towards Queen. Before long Jones made for the door, almost like he knew their plan and was playing with them, letting them win. When he ran, Oliver tackled Jones to the floor. The younger Merlyn was barking questions while Queen sort of struggled to hold the intruder. Or rather who they thought was the intruder. The young man looked gaunt and frail. Oliver didn't want to hurt him unnecessarily nor did he want to show off how strong he really was.
Ianto struggled, they usually liked it when he struggled and if he pleased them it almost always meant a quicker death or gentler rape. It never got him out of it, but it helped, that was important. He was careful to stay silent through the questions, shaking his head resolutely. If he answered they couldn't justify the treatment. That was bad for them and worse for him. Which was odd, his silence only seemed to make his new guards angry. Jones was so confused, it was all so overwhelming.
Oliver was losing his hold and Ianto saw his chance, unsure what made him do it, acting on pure instinct. He reared back, busting Ollie's nose then elbowing him in the eye and taking off out the front door. Jones ran into the forest. He ran till he felt faint, hiding in a tangle of trees around a forgotten and old tree house. Pulling out the vase shard, he slit his wrists, everything just too much for him.
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Malcom returned to cop cars in his driveway. Oh shit he forgot, Tommy was moving today. He'd forgotten to warn his son about their houseguest. He walked in to find Oliver holding a bag of iced corn to his bruised face as an officer talked to Tommy.
"Dad! Oh good your home!" Tommy exclaimed as the officer finished taking down notes.
"What is all this?" Malcolm tried to ask calmly. An officer mentioned an intruder and he nearly lost it. "Officers thank you, but you may leave." The well-dressed man sighed, opening the door for them. The men in blue seemed confused, but shrugged and followed the older Merlyn's orders.
Officer Lance looked reluctant and was the only one who started to protest. "Sir, my daughter..."
"Looks fine, frightened I'm sure and I'm sorry for that,but this is a simple misunderstanding. Now then, you have been asked, quite politely I might add, to leave. I will call if any further assistance is needed, fair?" Malcolm sighed and Laurel's father grumbled, but kissed his daughter and reluctantly, left.
"Dad?" Tommy gaped, adding, "we might have been robed, the guy beat up Ollie…Laurel was here and…"
"And you just assaulted and scared off at best a broken man, whom I worked very hard, to get out of my own damn lab! Do you have any idea what they did to him? What they still were doing? I mean sorry to be frank in front of Miss Lance, but Jesus, he was going to let me rape him to thank me for giving him a hot bath and a bed to sleep in...No really though, thank God your big screen is ok!" The elder Merlyn fumed then stormed out, slamming the front door.
~AICHM~
"Oh I am a shit…" Tommy despaired traipsing to the bar for a drink. He was followed by his friends.
"I'm the one who tackled him." Oliver sighed, sitting on a bar stool.
"Yeah, while I shouted and swore he'd be locked up for life." Tommy whined, pouring them all a shot.
"You didn't know, none of us did." Laurel offered and Tommy snorted.
"So? That doesn't make me feel better…I mean, how are we even going to apologize for this?" The younger Merlyn groused, downing his glass.
"Not till he's ready to hear you and very carefully." Malcolm replied, walking by with Ianto slung over his shoulder.
"You found him! Is he ok?" Laurel asked hopefully.
Malcolm turned a grim stare on them. "No, he's dead, slit his wrists. Good to know a priceless Ming vase is useful for something." He dropped the shard at their feet and turned for the stairs.
"Wait where are you taking him then? We need to call the police back, don't we?"
"No we don't and I'm taking him to get cleaned up, then putting him to bed. After that, we 3 need to have a long conversation." The older Merlyn sighed, pointing out Ollie and Tommy. Though, he knew Miss Lance probably wouldn't listen. He turned, carrying his bundle carefully up the winding stairs.
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Bit of a false start for poor Yan, but it's a good way to bring in more characters and more situations.
Trying to work out your prompt MaddyR, I'm thinking a dinner party or brunch perhaps for Malcolm's birthday, we'll see what happens.
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