Torchwood Dance Extravaganza

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: Still no ownage here.

Thanks and serious credit go to 19fangirl97, for providing the idea and basis for this. This wouldn't be here without her!

As we begin the next stages of this story, remember that authors love reviews. (*hint hint*)

Okay, to clarify, this story does not take place in the "Immortal Janto" universe. Ergo, while there are similarities between the two, this is independent of "Immortal Janto."

Second chapter! Woooooo! Here we go.

Only the music that was seeping out of the hall was a clear indicator that they had arrived at the right location.

Jack wasn't as up-to-date on the current popular music as other people he knew. Gwen, if she had been so inclined (and either he or Ianto had bothered to ask her), would have given them the run-down on popular music. She always seemed to know more about popular music and pop culture than anyone else on the Torchwood Three team.

He looked over at Ianto and smiled at him. Ianto had called up to the school the week prior to confirm that Alia Harkness-Jones' parents would be happy to chaperone the winter dance. The school had been glad to have as many parents around as possible. Ianto had sealed the deal when he had offered to come early to help set up for the dance.

Stealing a look at the sharply-dressed Welshman at his side, Jack smiled. Ianto had a way of charming people that even Jack had to kowtow to.

Alia was still with Tosh, who had sent both Ianto and Jack ahead, saying that a girl needed time to prepare herself for a big school dance. Jack wasn't going to question Tosh. She was scary enough as was.

Ianto pushed open the door and entered the hall, Jack trailing behind him by a few steps.

By the looks of it, the hall was already pretty well set up, decorations and twinkle lights were scattered around, creating a fun, winter-like, and fairly romantic ambiance – for a high school dance. Jack grinned. There were bunches of balloons in random corners and a few white arches about, all of which gave private corners to steal away to for a brief interlude. Oh, the things that he was thinking.

A hand slapped against his ribs.

He looked to Ianto, who was giving him an even look. "Don't even say it," Ianto said, his tone indicating that he knew exactly what Jack was thinking.

"No fun!" Jack exclaimed, giving Ianto a sexy smirk.

"Why do I even bother with you, Jack?"

"Because you love me!"

Ianto sighed. "Lord help me, I do."

Further conversation was cut off as a woman in her early forties came bustling over to them, a clipboard in her hand. Jack saw the way she assessed the pair of them.

"Oh good," she said, looking back to her clipboard. "More fathers are here. We could use a few more of them. Who are your children?"

Jack was slightly miffed. She hadn't even given him a double take – and he was amping up the pheromones!

"Ianto Jones, father of Alia Harkness-Jones," Ianto replied, smoothly.

The woman nodded and looked to Jack. "And your child?"

Briefly, he looked to Ianto and raised an eyebrow. "Jack Harkness, also father of Alia Harkness-Jones," he told, dead-panning. Mainly for the amusement of Ianto, he added a touch of surprise to his voice, as if he was very shocked that the woman had needed to ask that he was also Alia's father.

But the look on her face kept Jack from playing further.

His stomach took a nasty lurch at the way her face contorted into something akin to distaste and dislike. Jack bit his lip.

"Ah, yes, well," the woman said, fumbling for her words, "it's nice that the both of you were able to . . . help us today." She looked down at her clipboard before indicating in a direction to her left. "It seems like we need some help getting the drinks set up. Mr. Jones, Mr. Harkness, why don't you go help with that? It should be right up your alley, no?"

Her tone was very condescending and Jack was about to retort, but was stopped by Ianto's hand on his elbow. The woman turned and Jack saw the judgment in her eyes.

He was fuming now.

"Calm down, Jack." Ianto was his beacon of calm.

Looking back to his beloved Welshman, Jack growled lowly, low enough that only Ianto could hear. "Really? Did that really just happen?"

Ianto nodded. "I know, but getting angry won't solve anything." He drew closer to Jack and whispered, "We just need to make nice with everyone here tonight, show them our good sides, so that they won't be horrible in the future." Ianto sighed and Jack saw something – some emotion – sail through his beautiful eyes, something that made Jack's stomach twist. "Please, for Alia, we want them to think well of us. I know you can be charming when you want to."

As always, Ianto was right.

"I will," Jack promised, pressing against Ianto. Ianto shivered a bit at his touch. "And, if I'm a good boy, do I get a treat?"

"You know you will."

That was all the promise Jack needed.

Putting on a good face, for Alia's sake, he turned in the direction of the drinks, seeing a few teenagers – students, no doubt – and their parents setting up. Tossing a grin to Ianto, he walked over, his lover at his side the entire time.

Once they reached the table, Jack saw the way a few of the gathered people looked up at them. One or two smiled and most of the mothers threw flirtatious smiles at Jack. A few looked to Ianto, though Jack couldn't fault them for trying to flirt with Ianto. He was positively gorgeous, after all.

As they approached, Jack greeted them with a broad smile. "Hello."

Most of the gathered parents and a few of the students (who had definitely been roped in) returned his greetings.

"So," a mother asked, "your kids complain when you decided to chaperone as well." There was a hint of humor in her voice that Jack could easily pick up on.

Jack looked at Ianto, who gave him a small, almost bashful smile.

"Our daughter," Jack replied, laughing some, "was more than a little grumpy, though Ianto was the one who thought that it would be a good idea to chaperon." He looped an arm around Ianto's waist, squeezing. "Something about getting involved, right?"

Ianto blushed furiously and nodded, blatantly trying to ignore the fact that Jack was flirting with him to the very best of his ability – though only Ianto would pick up on such flirting. "I realized that Jack and I hadn't been involved at all before. I didn't want us to miss out on something fun while Alia was still young enough. This seemed like the perfect opportunity."

There was a bashful and humble undertone to Ianto's voice. Jack squeezed his waist.

As he turned his head though, he saw the ways that eyes narrowed in their direction. He was confused.

"Oh," a tall boy a few feet to their left exclaimed, "so you're Alia's fathers."

Jack looked at him and nodded. "Of course we are."

The boy smiled broadly. "I've heard about you two. Alia holds you in high regards. I'm Derek, by the way. Derek Smith."

Derek Smith – Jack didn't recall Alia ever mentioning him before and, based on the way that Ianto's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, neither had Ianto.

"Jack Harkness," he replied, recovering first and extending a hand out to the boy, who shook it eagerly. "And you've probably guessed that this is Ianto Jones, Alia's Tad."

The young man nodded. "I surmised." A little blush crossed his cheeks. "Alia talks about how the pair of you are the best dads anyone could ask for. I've been looking forward to meeting you both for a while now."

Ianto raised an eyebrow. "You're close with Alia then?"

The way Derek shifted from foot to foot made his answer pretty obvious.

"Not that close, but I'd like to get to know her even better," he admitted, after a few seconds. "I mean, I talk to her in school and all, but I haven't had a chance to talk with her – really talk with her."

Jack and Ianto traded looks. Oh yes, this boy fancied Alia.

A cough met their ears.

All three turned to see a few mothers giving them the equivalent of the stink-eye. Jack squared his shoulders.

"Yes?" he asked, his tone even.

"We're trying to get the dance set up," one of the women said, her tone clearly showing that she did not particularly care that they were having a nice conversation. "This isn't social hour and you nancy boys can have your fairy talk later."

Normally, Jack wasn't the kind of person who got set on edge by petty insults, but this was different. He sensed the way that Ianto tensed and that made him angry. Being from the 51st century originally, Jack didn't really think about relationships between men (or relationships between women or men and women or any other combination) in the same light as the rest of the people in the 21st century. Labels didn't bother him. However, given that he was with Ianto, who had been born and raised in the late 20th and early 21st century, Jack was aware that the labels of the time were always controversial.

But, to be perfectly honest, he expected better of people nowadays.

"Sorry," Ianto snapped out quickly, hiding his emotions. "We'll get to work."

"It's my fault," Derek added, just as quick, giving the women a charming smile that Jack was envious of, "I was talking to them about Alia."

There were a few faces made and Jack, remembering past experiences, knew better than to push people who were already on edge. Kissing Ianto on the cheek, he pulled (however grudgingly) away from his oh-so-sexy lover and husband, in order to keep the people around them from getting more pissed-off from them – and Jack wanted to avoid dying tonight.

He already did that enough as a result of being the leader of Torchwood and a high school dance was not worth dying over.

So, that's the end of this chapter. What do you think? As always, you know what to do! Remember, feedback is wonderful and everyone enjoys love – especially when Jack and Ianto are involved.

Like I always say, next chapter will be up as soon as the muse decides to be kind to me.