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

A tiny bit of blood and DEATH! 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.

Here comes the action!!


Ianto Jones was frustrated.

It took a lot to frustrate Ianto Jones, but Jack Harkness was succeeding very well. He had just spent the last 20 minutes trying to entice Ianto into an ill-advised tryst in the front passenger seat of the SUV.

But as they were currently parked just meters from the perimeter fence of the UNIT facility they were planning to break into Ianto thought that it might not be a good idea to get distracted.

That hadn't stopped Jack from trying though.

"Come on Jones."

"Back off Harkness."

"Come on, you have to admit; you, me, Top Secret Mission, tight black clothes, the risk of some stuffy Colonel finding us; it is sexy."

"As I've told you before Captain some fetishes should be kept to yourself."

"Iant-"Jack was surprised when Ianto leaned over to him and placed a hand on his lap in a very delicate area.

When he spoke his breath was hot and moist on Jack's neck. It made him shiver agreeably. "Or at least saved for a more opportune moment."

Ianto gave an inviting smirk similar to the one he wore when he propositioned Jack over weevil hunting or with stopwatches. It made Jack want to forget about the mission entirely and move into the back seat. But Ianto withdrew before Jack could kiss him and returned to look at the blueprints in front of him with a smirk on his face.

Point 1 Jones.

"Aren't you supposedto be monitoring the security comms Jack?" He asked innocently.

Jack Harkness was feeling very frustrated.

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At exactly 12.24AM Jack and Ianto left the SUV and went to the perimeter fence their movements were silent and graceful. At 12.32 there would be a patrol but if they got over the fence in the next 40 seconds they could utilise a CCTV black spot and get to the main compound.

Jack flipped open his wrist strap and pressed a button to disable the electricity coursing through the wire and they pressure alarms that were so sensitive they went off if a butterfly landed on the fence.

Then ever the gentle man he linked his lands and offered Ianto a boost with a courtly bow. Ianto rolled his eyes but accepted and vaulted over the top of the fence landing in a deep crouch. Jack followed quickly and Ianto grabbed him as he dropped to steady his landing.

They set off across the grass, Jack following Ianto as he moved in a precise pattern avoiding the paths of 27 roving CCTV cameras. Jack marvelled at him as he followed Ianto learning the path of CCTV cameras- this kid would have made an excellent criminal-lucky for Torchwood that he never pursued a life of crime after his little shoplifting incident.

They reached the wall of building D3 and Ianto motioned Jack towards the door. Jack nodded and approached the heavily fortified steel door cautiously pulling a deactivation device out of his pocket. He fried the electrical field and any pressure monitors then nodded to Ianto who entered a 9 digit code into the panel beside the door.

The door swung open silently and Jack entered warily doing a quick sweep for personnel, finding none he beckoned Ianto inside and sealed the door behind them.

Jack followed Ianto along the corridors which were painted completely white and ominously reminded Jack of the Pharm. Ianto skirted back and forth across the corridor to keep out of view of the cameras and Jack couldn't help but admire his behind in the tight, black jeans.

They continued through a winding series of hallways until Ianto located the correct room, signalled to Jack to wait outside and punched in the security code and slipped inside. Jack remained outside the door keeping an eye out for ant UNIT staff.

After a few minutes Ianto emerged carrying a cumbersome metal case. He smiled at Jack's enquiring look and packed it away in his backpack. They set off again back the way they had come, Jack was marvelling at how easy this had been and was even contemplating sending UNIT an anonymous email telling them to update their security when Ianto cursed behind him. In welsh. It was definitely bad.

He spun around Ianto had dug a PDA out of somewhere.

"Unexpected security sweep of the corridors Jack. There are four soldiers heading our way. Two from each direction. ETA about 45 seconds."

Jack cursed then grabbed Ianto's arm and dragged him through the door on their right.

It was a broom cupboard. A very small broom cupboard. What kind of a High Tech Military facility had broom cupboards!?

They held their breath as footsteps came closer and closer from both sides. The soldiers met directly outside their door.

"Alright Joe how's it going? Catch the match last night?"

Jack grinned at Ianto and gave him a lecherous look. How about It; you, me, broom cupboard?

Ianto frowned at him. Not a chance in hell, my friend, I quite like being not dead.

Jack tweaked an eyebrow. Come on where's your flair for the dramatic?

Ianto rolled his eyes silently thinking that Jack was more than dramatic enough for both of them and tried to move his body back from Jack's. But Jack didn't back off. His smile widened and he leaned into Ianto pressing him up against some shelves and a mop.

Ianto's eyes darted to the door in a panicked manner then back to Jack who leaned into him, their lips almost touching and said "Relax." Then he kissed him.

Ianto's mind went on vacation for a while as he kissed Jack back and struggled to find a more comfortable position, preferably one where there were not cleaning products jabbing him in the spine. All he could hear was the frantic thudding of his own heart and the drone of the guards' conversation outside, footsteps.

Then cupboard door suddenly swung open.

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Ridley Flanagan had been having a perfectly normal, if quiet, night patrolling the corridors of an obscure UNIT storage facility. Which was why he was stunned when it all went to shit.

He'd been talking to Joe about the football and Andy had suggested that they have a little game themselves. George had protested that they didn't have a ball but Andy had just winked and pointed to the broom cupboard. "Always keep one handy lads, never sure when you're going to need it."

Ridley grinned and followed Andy over to the door. Andy pulled it open to reveal two men dressed entirely in black shoved against the shelves and currently in the process of trying disappear down each other's throats.

The guards and the men stared at each other for 5 still, silent seconds as time stood still- everyone stunned into inactivity. Then the Andy made to bring his gun up. The man who was pressed into the shelves lunged forward and there was a high pitched #ZAP # and Andy slumped to the floor.

The rest of the soldiers had recovered by now and raised their guns. One of the men leapt at Joe and swept his gun to the side, punching him squarely in the nose and causing him to crumple immediately to the ground unconscious.

Ridley rapidly came to the decision that this was a shoot to kill situation, they were probably terrorists. Anyway as Colonel Mathers would say shoot first apologise to the widow later.

He brought his gun up and as the man turned he put a bullet right between his eyes.

The last thing Ridley saw before joining him in death was the younger man's face, a mask of still fury, splattered with his partner's blood. The younger man calmly raised his gun and Ridley didn't even have time to register the shot before everything went dark.

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Jack came back to life with a gasp, violently drawing tortured breaths into his dead, empty lungs. He sat up clutching at air and looking frantically around.

There were three bodies on the ground, two he knew to be unconscious but from the amount of blood pooling around him, the third appeared to be dead. Three down that means one left..Ianto!

Ianto was currently grappling with the final guard, their guns forgotten on the ground. Jack winced as the other man swung Ianto around, into the wall. His head collided sharply with it, a resounding crack echoed through the corridor and Ianto's knees buckled.

Jack struggled to his feet as the man let Ianto slide down the wall leaving a trail of bright red blood smeared in his wake, then straddled him on the floor to prevent him from getting up. The man looked around unaware of Jack's tottering presence behind him and grabbed a gun from the floor.

Jack pulled the stun gun out of his jacket and swiftly moved up behind the soldier. He grabbed the man's arm twisting the gun away from Ianto and stunning him in the back simultaneously. He shoved the unconscious man to the floor and bent down to Ianto.

He was still awake but it looked like he was fighting hard to remain coherent.

"Ianto are you alright?" He asked urgently already moving to help Ianto off the ground.

"Aren't you assupposed a be dead?" Ianto slurred frowning at him; he struggled to his feet and leaned heavily on Jack.

"How many fingers Ianto?" Jack asked holding his hand out with three fingers up.

Ianto swayed as he concentrated on Jack's hand. "Deuddeg" He declared with upmost confidence.

Jack's heart clenched with worry; "I have no idea what you just said but seeing as it wasn't even the right language, we can safely assume you have a concussion. Right lets go." Hefting Ianto's arm over his shoulder Jack moved off as quickly as possible. This was going to be difficult.

Their progress was slow and Jack could tell that Ianto was trying desperately to remain conscious. They were no longer trying so hard to avoid the CCTV, just enough to stop their faces being recognised. "Speed over stealth." Jack muttered to Ianto as they moved along as quickly as possible with Ianto's wobbly legs.

They managed to get back through the door and across the compound before the alarms started. "Shit!" Jack swore then turned to Ianto. "Sorry about this Ianto." With that he picked Ianto up and swung him over his shoulder ignoring his indignant cries of protest and ran for the perimeter fence.

As he drew near Jack reached into his pocket and getting out a sonic blaster the team had scavenged last year, he blew a hole in the fence. He didn't stop running until he reached the SUV. Throwing Ianto into the passenger seat he jumped into the driver's seat and sped off into the darkness.

Jack didn't slow the car again until the sirens and alarms were miles behind them. Once they were out of immediate danger he shot a glance at Ianto. The younger man was deathly pale, the right side of his face was completely obscured by blood and he seemed to be sliding down the seat, his eyes half lidded.

"Ianto! Wake up! Ianto! Open your eyes!"

"Blin" was the sleepy response.

"I know you're tired. But you have to stay awake. Ianto can you ear me? IANTO!"

Ianto however seemed determined to go to sleep so Jack jerked the steering wheel violently causing Ianto to jolt in his seat and smack into the door.

Ianto's face scrunched up in annoyance and he opened his eyes to give Jack's right ear an unfocused glare; "Pa Beth!?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I had sex with an alien with three tongues, not all of them were in her mouth either…"

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Francene Jones was woken at 2am by the sound of Jack Harkness yelling for her daughter at the top of his lungs. His voice was urgent and she detected a note of panic. That was enough to get her out of bed. Jack Harkness didn't panic; flirt, threaten, charm yes-panic? No way.

She pulled on her dressing gown and ignored Clive's muttering. She met Martha at the top of the stairs and rushed down after her.

Jack was standing at the bottom of the stairs bodily supporting Ianto Jones who was as horizontal as he could get whilst still standing.

"Oh God Jack, What happened?" Martha exclaimed leading him into the dining room and clearing off the table.

"Got into a bit of fisticuffs didn't you Ianto? Can't stop him Martha, he's a troublemaker." Jack's voice was falsely bright. He helped Ianto up onto the table and supported his back so he'd stay sitting up whilst Martha was rooting around for her doctor's bag.

Fancene got a good look at the young man and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. He was almost unrecognisable from the polite man in the suit who had served them breakfast just that morning.

He seemed to be completely limp, Jack supporting his entire weight and his head lolling back onto Jack's shoulder. His face was completely colourless; there was blood all down the right hand side which stood out starkly against the pallor of his skin. His eyes were half lidded and kept slipping closed only for Jack to force them open again by prodding Ianto's cheek. He also seemed to be muttering to himself in a language that Francene couldn't decipher.

Martha came back into the room and picked up her penlight tipping Ianto's head up with a gentle hand under his chin and shining it into his eyes. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to shy away from her but Jack held him firmly against his chest.

"Atal! Chwydu!"

"What?" Martha turned to Jack who looked as confused as she did.

"Chwydu Jack Chwydu!" Ianto's voice was more insistent and he tried lurching out of Jack's grasp but Jack held him immobile.

So all Ianto could do was twist slightly in Jack's grip and vomit all over Francene's Dining table. Jack held him as he retched and sobbed. By the time he was done Ianto was exhausted and shaking. "Edifar." Ianto whispered as he went completely limp in Jack's arms.

Jack laid him down gently and Francene went to get some pillows and a duvet out of the airing cupboard. What was it with the Doctor she silently raged that whenever he was involved it was always innocent children who suffered?

When she went back into the Dining room Martha was speaking to Jack as he gently washed the blood off Ianto's face. "-a concussion, pretty hefty one too. I'll give him a few stitches and with plenty of bed rest, no Jack not that kind of bed rest! No strenuous activity of any kind! He'll be fine in a few days."

Jack thanked Francene and took the blanket and pillows from her carefully setting them around Ianto's head to protect it if he moved in his sleep.

"What about the Welsh?"

"It's more than likely just a consequence of the concussion. It should be gone by morning."

"Pity. Gotta love those beautiful welsh vowels."

"So did you get it Jack?" Martha's voice was hopeful and her eyes were shining.

"Don't you trust us Martha Jones?" Jack asked in a mock hurt tone then gave her a beaming smile.

Martha gave an excited squeal and ran around to give him a hug. When they parted she went to Ianto and started to prepare for stitching his head wound. Jack moved to Ianto's side to watch her. Francene saw his hand discreetly sneak up and take Ianto's limp hand, lacing their fingers together.

She gave a small smile. Jack Harkness trying to be subtle. Well I never.

"I'll put some tea on." She said as she moved from the room. She was extremely happy for Jack, a year in hell together had made them close and Francene was glad that he was, at the very least, content. During the time with the Master she'd seen him die many times and come back in agony looking lost and alone. Even when he'd been smiling and laughing, trying to keep her or Tish's spirits up his eyes had always been empty. Dead.

But when he looked at Ianto Jones, Jack's eyes were so very alive.


Man, is Ianto going to have a headache in the morning.

The welsh is more than likely totally wrong, but it's the thought that counts right?, I got it off an internet translator here's what the stuff is supposed to mean;

Deuddeg- Twelve
Blin-Tired
Pa Beth?- What?
Atal!- Stop!
Chwydu- Vomit
Edifar- Sorry

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