FranArian asked for this holiday piece.
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"WHITNEY!" Jack's scream faintly echoed in the apartment and Ianto froze, his hand reaching for his ever-loving Stetson as he prepared to walk the dirt, Amilie waiting patiently with Lucifer.
"Fury? What is your sister up to now?" Ianto asked and the little boy shrugged like it was one of life's mysteries. OK. Whatever. Jack's problem. Whitney or Whitty to her friends and family when not on threat of SBD or 'Strangulation by Dad' was Daddy's little girl. Fury defiantly took after Ianto in so many ways, including his solemn outlook on life curried with a little viciousness. He might look like his father's clone but he was Taddy's boy.
Amilie was now a gorgeous girl that looked more like a teenager than her actual ten years of life, her cousin beside her was only a three year old but looked more like six. And definitely took after his Taddy in every way, including the little Stetson already on his head.
Somewhere in the bowels of the apartment a high pitched scream started and Ianto grimaced as Jack's replica started her banshee wail of doom. Apparently Daddy tried to say no. Ianto face palmed.
"Time to walk Tadda" the little boy said calmly as he motioned for the door and they all headed out to cross the Red Dust like it was a carpet of plushest pile. There was only the slightest puff of dust from Amilie's heels as she walked with a more pronounced stomp than her fellow family members. Mama's stomp.
"Hey GJ" Rhys called out, then lit up as Amilie broke from her walk to run to him, her arms out knowing he would catch her and swing her around like the little girl she really was. His affection for his daughter so clear as he kissed her cheek and set her down "Hello pussy cat. Whatcha doing?"
"We are training the new intake" she said with glee. "GJ and me are going to watch… oh sorry Lucifer… and Fury too."
"Ah" Rhys said softly "The Judoon."
Since the Agency was forced to accept that they had no control over this planet or those inhabiting it, they had reluctantly stepped back and accepted their fate. They signed the contracts, might have well signed it in blood… they clearly signed a deal with the devil and Ianto loved the power he had over those who still secretly referred to him as a Meatstick. GJ to his fellow DDs… General Jones to those who saluted. Other Agencies had now started to ask for favor, more careful with their own contracts as they watched the fall from grace of the Agency and the rise of the Dust Devils.
Amilie was now clambering into a Hover with her little sidekick climbing up more sedately to sit next to her, his little hands moving to clip himself in before removing his hat to clasp tightly. He knew the madness about to happen even as his Tad stepped on the back of the flat deck and gripped the handrail behind the flight seats with his own hat in his grip, the tail now flowing between his shoulder blades free to fly back soon enough. Yes, before you ask… Lucifer had one too.
John arrived on cue, panting as he clambered up and grinned "Hey."
"Justice?"
"Yeah. No… ah… Heroshert"
Ianto turned to him and raised an eyebrow "The Judoon Representative for the new intake?"
"You've seen him…. BIG" John gushed, as he gripped the bar "Ready sweetheart."
"Right. Gasbagging later" a small voice said in eerily similar vowels to his Tad, "Amy… engage."
Amilie slammed the throttle forward and the Hover took off at a greater sped than usually allowable in the docking area. Of course, they all knew she was flying it, her silky white gown flowing around her like she was in water. So pretty. She had some of her mother in her but a lot of Harkness too, her father having been Jack's brother Gray. Now that she had been raised in the collective with Jack and Ianto as mentors and fellow parentals, she was a Dust Devil through and through. Since her first blooding as a smalling she had found herself borne to the life of a combatant.
They sped to the area where the huge Judoon were fighting with SSDD... the elite Dust Devils that were larger than those of Meatstick heritage. With the Judoon being so large, only these huge specimens were capable of true combat against them… well… if you don't count the maiden that was powering down her steed and alighting from it with glee to run for her mother.
Gwen turned to watch Amilie running for her and smiled "Amy, there you are love. Go sort that one for Mama, he has a problem with females."
"OH DOES HE!" she roared, her blood still pumping from the flight and she ran at the huge hulking rhinoceros faced fucker while screaming her battle cry. Ianto was still on the back of the Hover calmly slapping his Stetson against his leg as his son rose from his seat to watch Amilie slam into the creature from behind, lifting him off his feet to slowly fly back over her head and land on his back with shock.
Lucifer started to laugh, a deep bray of his father's kind that echoed Amilie's. Ianto sighed as he looked around and then calmly stepped off the Hover to walk over to the Head Judoon. Who was eyeballing John "Sir… where is my superior?"
"Back at camp resting. We sparred quite… ah…heavily" John winked, "Jealous big boy?"
"I am female"
"Really?" John asked with genuine surprise. Turning to Ianto to ask "How the fuck can you tell? Not like they wear a fucking bow on their left ear or something."
Now Lucifer was snorting softly as he looked over the sand and frowned then strode over to a Judoon who was kneeling as it went through a bag of gear. "Whatcha doing?"
"None of your business kid."
"SIR" the boy roared "It is SIR to you pup!"
The Judoon slowly raised its head to see the little boy there with his hands on his hips in full hero pose, his head held high and his nostrils flaring in true Harkness anger
"eh?"
"EH?" Lucifer screamed with rage and Ianto cursed softly as he started to make his way across in the hopes of calming his child who was at the terrible threes… a stage of tantrums and tears. Of course… tears were rare and mostly at the height of anger.
"Lucy" Ianto said softly, using the pet name that sometimes calmed his son but he was too slow, the child seizing the Judoon by it's collar and yanking it viciously to him so their faces were so close it was as if he was about to kiss him.
"I am a fucking Dust Devil. Born and Bred. You …. Scum… are a flea. A scummer peck of shit on my shoe. Do you hear me boy. When you address one of us with the pin of office…." The boy tapped the little cloven hoof pin on his chest for emphasis all of DD blood wore "you show some fucking respect. Until you wear one of these... you are lower than me when on MY planet."
"Lucifer!" Ianto barked "Enough. Release the poor man."
Lucifer opened his hand and smiled with syrupy sweetness as the Judoon fell back on his arse with shock.
"That is no way to treat a guest and how man times do I have to tell you…"
"Apparently once more Tadda" came the tepid reply as the little shit swung on his heel to search for Amilie "Where is my Amy now?"
Ianto sighed as Jack Mark II stropped over to stand next to his cousin and discuss the weather… no… it just looked like that as they decided the rules of engagement with the two Judoon limbering up thinking they might actually have a shot at winning a sparring match with a Dust Devil or two.
Idiots had no idea which two were looking at them with a hungry grin.
Teethy.
Harkness Teeth.
Oh well.
They did sign up for this I guess.
