Title: The Show Must Go On – Sequel to 'The Play's The Thing'

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto, assorted OCs

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3337

Summary: Jack and Ianto are coming to the end of their two-year college drama course.

Spoilers: Nada.

Warnings: Completely AU, set in a universe where Torchwood doesn't exist.

Written For: My cottoncandy_bingo square Victory/Success.

Beta: Flying solo on this one because it's kind on the pay-off of the last four parts and I didn't want to give it away. If I've screwed anything up, please tell me and I'll fix it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. Which is sad.

A/N: This is the fifth in a series of AU stories for different prompts on my bingo card, following Jack and Ianto through their school years and beyond. There are seven in total, of wildly varying lengths.

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I love Janto: Andy will always be their friend, I'm sure they still hang out together whenever possible.

Jack wasn't going to let anyone pick on them. He and Ianto can take care of themselves, but Jack will always get the first punch in.

They're learning about all aspects of the theatre, the more they learn the better.

They'd been friends so long they hadn't even realised their feelings for each other were evolving into something even stronger.

Ianto is too nice to hurt someone's feelings if he could avoid it, and he did like Emma, he just didn't fancy her.

The last year of Secondary School was all studying. Dreadfully dull. College should be better!

Thank you!

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College, Jack and Ianto decided, beat secondary school hands down. There were still classes, and the ubiquitous homework, but they were finally where they wanted to be, taking a course in the dramatic arts.

They had other classes too, having opted to continue studying English Language and Literature, as well as History, but the drama classes were their main focus and they were loving every minute. The first year was over almost before they knew it and after a busy summer, they were back for their final year.

One of the best things about the course they were taking was that the students themselves were in charge of the play they would be performing at the end of the two-year course. It was entirely their responsibility; they would do everything from choosing the play and casting the roles, to building sets and making costumes. The teachers were mostly just there to offer advice and guidance if it was needed.

After a lot of discussion, the whole class had agreed on performing the musical 'Grease'. They were all familiar with the film version, and already knew most of the songs by heart, which gave them a head start. Working alongside a group of people their age who shared their passion for theatre was the biggest buzz the two teens had ever experienced.

"This must be how it feels to be part of a real theatre company," Jack commented to Ianto one day, as the class sat around hashing out set designs and costume ideas.

Ianto nodded.

"I can't imagine ever wanting any other career."

"Me neither."

Because of Ianto's perfect recall, he was elected head producer and no one was the least bit surprised when he chose Jack as his deputy. They went everywhere together anyway and constantly finished each other's sentences. When their classmates joked that the must be telepathically linked, Ianto rolled his eyes and Jack grinned.

"I wish! If we were, I could make use of Ianto's memory. Among other things."

Ianto blushed furiously at that and slapped Jack with the notebook he was holding.

"Behave, or I'll put you on decaf!"

The look of horror on Jack's face at that threat had the whole class in stitches. They were well aware of Jack's caffeine addiction.

It was no secret to their classmates that the two boys were a couple, though they still hadn't got around to telling their parents. There didn't seem to be any rush and anyway, they had other things to occupy their minds.

It was Jack's idea that the cast members should all be responsible for getting their own costumes. With 'Grease' being set in the Fifties, the characters' costumes didn't need to be made from scratch so it was decided that once all the roles had been cast, they'd spend a day in town, rummaging through charity shops for suitable outfits.

Ianto decided that to be fair, everyone who wanted to perform in the play should make a list of the roles they'd like to play, in order of preference, and audition in front of the whole class. Then everyone would vote for who got which role.

Jack put 'Sandy' at the top of his list, but because he was considered the class clown, everyone thought he was joking although they gave him a standing ovation for his audition.

During a break in the auditions, Ianto went over to Jack, hugging his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, Cariad. I know how much you wanted the chance to show what you could do in the role."

"It's okay," Jack sighed. "I'm used to the disappointment by now."

"It'll happen one day. Maybe when we're famous and can produce our own plays. Or we could write one of our own, with you as the female lead."

"You think?"

"Why not? We just have to get famous first," Ianto teased with a grin.

"Oh, that's easy. We could just streak through Cardiff, then everyone would know us!"

"I said 'famous', Jack, not 'notorious'," Ianto chuckled. "Getting arrested for public nudity wouldn't improve our chances of becoming respected actors."

"Darn, you're right, as usual," Jack grinned. "Guess I'll have to think of another way for us to find fame."

"You do that. Meanwhile, we have a production to organise. We should get on with the auditions."

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Everyone involved kept their own notes during the auditions then filled in the voting slips Ianto had given them. No one was allowed to vote for themselves and in the interests of fairness the votes were tallied by their supervising teacher, Mr Reed. The next morning, he posted the results on the class notice board for everyone to read.

Ianto, much to his surprise, had been the most popular choice to play Danny, getting 21 votes. Jack was to play Kenickie, having received 17 votes. One person had voted for him to play Sandy; he was pretty sure he knew who that was.

"Thanks, Ianto."

"I'm just sorry it wasn't enough. You can be my Sandy any day," Ianto told him.

Jack felt blessed to have such a supportive partner.

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With all the roles cast, the real work began.

The students on the production design side of the course got to work on detailed plans and started building the sets as soon as their designs were approved. Ianto and Jack almost wished they'd signed up for that class too; the designs looked so professional, the sets were sure to be amazing.

Meanwhile, the cast began learning their lines and rehearsals got underway.

The first Saturday after the cast list was put up, all the performers went on their planned costume-shopping trip, separating into small groups depending on their roles. Ianto and Jack soon drifted away from their group to shop on their own, as usual preferring each other's company to anyone else's.

After shopping, they all met up again at McDonalds for a burger and to show off what they'd bought. It was a successful day, but a tiring one and eventually everyone said their goodbyes, wearily heading home.

Back at Ianto's house, he and Jack shut themselves in his room and sorted through their purchases. There were a few things among them that Jack hadn't showed to their friends, but he put them on now for Ianto to see.

"You look beautiful. You really would have been great as Sandy."

Jack grinned as he twirled, making the full skirt float around him.

"I don't know why so many girls choose to wear trousers these days. Skirts are so comfortable. On hot days, I sometimes wish I could go out in one without people giving me funny looks."

"Maybe you could get yourself a kilt," Ianto suggested. "You might still get some odd looks, but not as many."

"Hmm, that's an idea. Of course, you know it's traditional not to wear anything under a kilt," he added with a wicked grin.

Ianto immediately blushed, which just made Jack grin even more.

"Umm, yeah, I knew that. I bet you'd do it too."

"Of course I would! Can't argue with tradition!"

"And yet, you argue with tradition in everything else."

"Well yeah, some traditions are dumb!"

"Like the one about only girls playing the female roles?"

"That one especially! Practically the only time guys get to play women in plays is for things like the Ugly Sisters in 'Cinderella'. How is that fair? Girls can play male roles. I mean it's not like I want to be a girl, not permanently, but I could play some of those female roles as well as any girl could and no one will give me the chance to prove it. Isn't that what acting is all about? Being someone you're not and making people believe? I'm not a pirate or a king, but I've played both on stage. Why shouldn't I be able to play a woman?"

"I don't know," Ianto sighed. "I guess some people just have no imagination."

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As the opening night of the musical approached, everything was going to plan. Sets were completed and the stagehands practiced all the scene changes until everything ran like clockwork. Finishing touches were put on costumes and the wardrobe people knew which outfits belonged to which character. All the props were ready and the cast were word-perfect.

Then two days before their first performance, disaster struck; the girl playing Sandy was rushed to hospital with appendicitis. Her understudy didn't have much time to adjust to suddenly being shoved into the limelight, but she was doing her best. Ianto was just trying not to panic. Being the play's producer/director as well as the male lead was a lot easier when everything was going to plan; his nerves were starting to get somewhat frazzled. A familiar pair of hands began to massage his shoulders soothingly.

"Relax, everything's going to be fine. This is why we all have understudies after all. Jenny knows the role as well as Rosie did. No problem."

Famous last words.

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Opening night arrived and everyone was backstage, the actors getting into costume and the stagehands making sure everything was ready for the first scene. There was a general aura of nervous excitement bubbling through the participants; this was it, their chance to show off what they'd learned over the last two years.

Ianto was just beginning to think that they might actually pull this off without too many problems when Diane, who was playing Rizzo, came running over from the girls' dressing room.

"We have a serious problem," she gasped breathlessly.

Rolling his eyes, Ianto swore under his breath.

"Give me strength," he muttered to Jack before turning to the bearer of bad news. "Okay, go ahead. What is it this time?"

"Jenny can't go on."

"WHAT?"

"Hey! Don't kill the messenger, it's not my fault!"

"Sorry." Ianto gritted his teeth, calmed his breathing and continued more quietly. "Why, exactly, can't Jenny go on?"

"Major asthma attack, she can't even speak, never mind sing."

"Oh God. Curtain goes up in…" he checked his watch, "forty minutes. Is there any chance she'll be recovered in time?"

"Not a hope in hell. The college nurse is with her, they're just waiting for the ambulance to get here."

"It's that bad? Will she be okay?"

"I did say 'Major asthma attack', right?" Diane asked Jack.

"You did, we're just not up on the terminology when it comes to asthma," Jack assured her.

"Oh, right. Well, anyway, she'll be off to hospital for treatment soon, which means we don't have a Sandy. What're we going to do? No one else has studied the role well enough to take over."

"That's where you're wrong," Ianto said quietly. "There's one other person who knows the role inside out."

"Rosie just had surgery, she can't take part!" Diane sounded horrified.

"I wasn't talking about Rosie."

"Then who…?"

Ianto turned to Jack.

"Change of plans, Jack. Get your understudy into costume; looks like you get to play Sandy after all!"

Jack's face lit up, but Diane looked worried.

"You've got to be kidding, Ianto!"

"Nope, I'm completely serious. Jack can do it, Di. He's been rehearsing with me at home for weeks. He knows all Sandy's scenes and songs, and he's a great singer. He'll be brilliant!"

"But he's a guy!"

"You've just never seen him in a dress." Ianto winked at her and turned to Jack. "How long will it take you to get your Sandy outfits?"

"I'll phone mom, have her bring the bags from my closet." Jack pulled out his phone and made the call as he hurried off to find his understudy. He was back a few minutes later. "Mike's getting into costume, mom and dad were just setting out but they went back and got the bags. I told mom to bring them to the stage door. They should be here in about twenty minutes."

"Right, I'll go wait for them. You get your makeup on, I'll bring your costumes as soon as they arrive."

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Five minutes before curtain up, 'Sandy' made her first public appearance. The reactions of the other cast members were priceless. Ianto snapped off a few quick pictures with Jack's camera; this was a moment neither of them would ever want to forget.

"How do I look?" asked Jack, pitching his voice higher than normal.

"You," Ianto told him sincerely, "are the only girl I'll ever love. You're beautiful!"

Jack beamed at him.

"Danny, you just say the sweetest things, set my heart all a-flutter you do!"

"Oh my God, you even sound like a girl!" Mike exclaimed. "I'd fancy you myself if I didn't know you were a guy."

"Sorry, Mikey," Jack fluttered his eyelashes, "I'm already taken."

"Places, everyone," Mr Reed called out. Curtain up in two minutes."

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'Grease' was a hit, the audience loved every minute and the cast performed their socks off. For Jack, it was a dream come true and Ianto had never felt so proud of his boyfriend. He'd always believed Jack could play a female role if he only got the chance, and now his unwavering faith in his boyfriend had been amply repaid in front of a packed audience. He doubted even Jack's own parents were aware that their son was the female lead. The wigs Jack had bought online were so incredibly realistic they looked like they were his own hair; Ianto decided they'd been worth every penny he and Jack had saved to buy them.

When they took their final curtain call, Ianto stepped forward and told the audience he had an announcement to make.

"This musical almost didn't go on tonight. Our original Sandy is in hospital, recovering from having her appendix removed. Get well soon, Rosie, we miss you!" There was a round of applause and Ianto held up his hands to quiet the audience. "As if that wasn't bad enough, Rosie's understudy, Jenny Wade, was taken to hospital shortly before we came on stage tonight due to an acute asthma attack. Latest news is that she's doing fine and should be home tomorrow. However, that left us without a leading lady." He turned to Jack. "All was not lost, thanks to someone very special; my amazing boyfriend, Jack Harkness. Take a bow, Jack, you're the best 'leading lady' a guy could ask for and I am so incredibly proud of you!"

Jack pulled off his wig and bowed, and the audience went wild. Jack's parents looked for a moment like they might faint and Ianto wasn't sure if it was because their son was dressed as a woman or because he'd just called Jack his boyfriend. But then they were applauding and cheering even louder that the rest of the audience as Jack got a well-deserved standing ovation.

Backstage after the show, their parents found them as Mr Reed was congratulating them both in between taking photographs of them. Jack had put his wig back on and was hamming it up, making Ianto laugh.

"Hi, mom! Hi, dad!" Jack waved to his parents. "How did we do?"

"You were both amazing!" Jack's mom hugged him. "I can't believe it! You make such a lovely girl!"

"Still a guy though, mom, sorry. I know you always wanted a daughter, but I'm happy the way I am. It's just that girls get some of the best roles and I've always thought I could play them just as well as any girl."

"Well, you sure proved that tonight, son. That was one hell of a performance. Congratulations, you did us proud!" Jack's dad hugged him and slapped him on the back. "Now that was what I call acting. Had me completely convinced!"

Jack laughed.

"Thanks dad, mom."

"You were wonderful, both of you," Ianto's mam agreed. "There's just one thing I want to ask." She looked at Ianto. "Jack is your boyfriend?"

"Yep." Ianto put his arm around Jack, smiling.

"Since when and why didn't you tell us?"

"Uh, since we were fifteen, just before we were in 'Romeo and Juliet'. We were going to tell you, but it just never seemed to be the right time."

"That's mostly my fault," Jack admitted. "Ianto suggested we tell you way back then, but I was worried that it might change things. We'd only just realised how we felt about each other and it seemed better to wait a bit before saying anything. Then we just kept finding excuses to put it off. I guess we just didn't want to be treated differently."

"Well, that just means you're both as daft as each other," Ianto's mother chuckled. "I don't know why none of us ever guessed. The pair of you have been just about inseparable since the day you met, always happier together than apart."

"Still are," Ianto admitted, "and that's never going to change."

"We're a package deal," Jack added. "Wherever he goes, I go too. Forever and always."

Ianto smiled and kissed his boyfriend.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"We should all go and celebrate your successful opening night," Ianto's tad added, smiling proudly at his two boys. Jack had become like an extra son to him and his wife over the years and he knew Jack's parents felt the same was about Ianto. "How about a late dinner? My treat."

"God, yes," Ianto replied. "I'm starving, I was too busy earlier to do more than grab an apple and a bag of crisps."

"I've been watching my girlish figure," Jack joked, making his mom laugh.

"Jack Harkness, you eat like a horse. I don't know where you put it. The last thing you need to worry about is your weight."

"Which is a good thing, because he never does," Ianto teased. "Can we go for Chinese?"

Jack nodded so hard he got his 'hair' in his eyes.

"Whatever you two want is fine with us, right Frank?" Ianto's tad asked Jack's father.

"Fine with us." Frank Harkness put his arm around his wife.

"Give us a few minutes to get changed, we won't be long," Ianto said, grabbing Jack by the hand and towing him off towards the dressing rooms.

Their parents turned to each other, laughing.

"They're never going to change, are they?" Jack's mother said with a fond smile.

"I hope not," Ianto's mother replied. "I'd like to think they'll still be the same even if they do become successful actors one day."

"They've got what it takes to succeed; talent, determination and persistence," Frank mused.

"They've proved they're not afraid of hard work either," added Ivor Jones.

The other three agreed.

"And to think it all started with a Nativity play." Carys Jones smiled.

"My son looks better in a dress than I do, I think I'm envious!" Ellen Harkness admitted.

"Oh, me too. Wasn't that dress in the first act just gorgeous?"

"Stunning!"

Just out of sight, Jack and Ianto listened to their parents talking.

"They're taking it all pretty well, I think," Jack commented.

"Way better than I expected," Ianto admitted. He took Jack's hand in his, squeezing it gently. "We really had better get changed, don't want to keep them waiting too long. Besides, I want dinner."

Jack's stomach rumbled loudly in response, making them both laugh.

"So do you, by the sound of it."

"Sorry," Jack grinned, "not very ladylike."

Ianto snorted.

"Not really, but it's very you. And I wouldn't change you for the world."

"I'm glad."

Jack leant in to kiss his boyfriend.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Believing in me. I don't think tonight would've been possible if you hadn't."

"Yes it would have, Jack. Don't sell yourself short. You were a success tonight because of talent and perseverance. You showed everyone what you can do and proved that a man can be a leading lady; that's a victory over gender stereotyping. Who knows where it could lead?"

"Today Sandy, tomorrow Evita!" Jack proclaimed dramatically.

"I bet you could do it too!" and with their arms around each other they headed off to get changed for their victory celebrations.

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TBC in 'Part 6 - Forever And Always'