Title: Saving Jack's Coat

Beta: jooles34
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Myfanwy and Jack's coat
Rating: PG-13
summary: Missing scenes from Children of Earth

Warnings: Kleenex could be needed. It's about saving the coat not Ianto, for that you'll have to read my series. Myfanwy will be saved in this fic, though.

Spoilers: of course! For all of COE
Disclaimer: Yes! They are not mine, but the BBC's . I'm still not making money out of this. Characters are still belonging to RTD even if he doesn't deserve them.

Author's note: Adina Atl & Sam the storyteller in their stories Nice Coat & Care and Feeding gave Jack's coat life; making it a living being. After COE, I wanted to save Jack's coat, because if that coat was a living being, there was no way Jack would have let it die with him if he could help it. So this is what really happened:

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He had been turned in a human bomb; there was no time left to even think of taking it out of him, but with a little help from providence, he could save the others.

First Gwen, because she was pregnant, although sending her away had not been easy.

Then Ianto. What the hell was with them? They were mortal, he wasn't. He didn't need them to die with him. He had to drag his lover to the stone of the invisible lift. He managed to take off his coat as he pulled the young man in for a last kiss. Then, as he shoved him back on the stone, he tucked the Handkerchief in his pocket.

"Save your life. I'll come back, I always come back." Jack whispered, desperately trying not to sound terrified. Terrified of being blown to pieces, but even more terrified to lose him.

Ianto didn't make it to the surface.

Boom!

The explosion caught Ianto by surprise; he hadn't yet reached the surface. He staggered for a while. Beneath him the Hub was no more than a very big hole. And of Jack there was no sign. He had been blown up.

Was that sirens he was hearing in the distance? He couldn't be sure; his ears were ringing, and he was feeling dizzy. He couldn't wait for help. He had to get out of here on his own. The people who had the guts to hide a bomb in Jack's stomach would probably come back to make sure there were no survivors.

So he gritted his teeth, and hanging on what was left of his strength and will, he began to climb up to the surface.

Funny thing, as he was struggling his way up, he just couldn't help thinking it had been a good idea to let Myfanwy fly out a bit earlier. Even, if she would probably be welcomed by bullets on her return.

But, right now, it was him running under heavy fire; some bastard was waiting for him. Not him personally, but any survivor. Luckily, he had spotted the little red mark of the laser sight. Shit. His hearing dulled by the blast he couldn't be sure how far away it was.

After having made sure that who ever they were had lost track of him, Ianto tried to contact Gwen. She was alive, that was great, but as him, she and Rhys were also on the run now.

He looked for a place to spend what was left of the night. Somewhere he could observe what was going on, without being caught. There was no way he was leaving Jack because whoever had put that bomb in Jack might have known about his little habit of not staying dead for too long.

He was starting to feel the physical and psychological effects of the attack. Adrenalin levels were dropping now; he was beginning to feel cold. Cold and hungry.

He fumbled in his pockets for chocolate. He'd been always keeping some with him since his first encounter with Myfanwy; just in case. He found it along with a handkerchief. A bright white linen handkerchief embroidered with Jack's monogram.

As he tried to clean the dirt from his face, the handkerchief held on to his features. It wasn't aggressive, in fact it was almost gentle. So, very carefully, he pulled it gently off, holding it by one corner. The cloth just wrapped itself softly around Ianto's wrist. Ianto took a good look at it. It was definitely a handkerchief. At least it looked like any other one, even within the fabric. Jack's coat. That thing was Jack's living coat.

He closed his eyes. Jack had told him how it worked, and right now it would have felt so good to just get wrapped up in that coat. Silly idea! That coat was a bit too much, and he needed to stay in the shadows. Harry Potter's invisibility cloak would have been great, except that he'd need to understand how it worked to make it happen.

He was getting colder. He should have put on an undershirt, but it was spring. Who would put on undershirt in spring, even in Cardiff? He was dreaming of a nice long sleeved T-shirt like his grand-dad used to wear.

He was freezing now, probably going into shock. And then, suddenly, the soft piece of cloth was swirling under his cuff, wrapping up his arm and then across his chest until it reached the other wrist. It had turned itself in a perfect long sleeves-shirt.

It was cool and warm and it smelled of Jack. It was perfect.

Jack woke up in concrete rubble and dust; bruised and stunned. They'd blown him up. They'd chain him and let him writh in pain as his skin grew back. Then they'd drowned him in concrete, and now what…? What the hell had he done to deserve so much hatred?

Then he spotted the car coming toward him. He was relieved to recognise his little team. Ianto was alive, and Gwen. And Rhys. Great! However, he was completely naked, still chained and a bit dusty.

Once in the car, as Ianto freed him from the chains, he crawled into his lover for comfort. Looking for body heat, he slid a hand under his lover's shirt.

"It looks like you make yourself a new friend." he told the young man.

"Don't know what you're talking about, sir" Ianto answered with is not so innocent smile.

They were exhausted and they managed to find an abandoned farm to spend the night in. Gwen and Rhys chose to sleep in the car while Jack and Ianto took the barn. It wasn't ideal, but at least it would be more intimate.

Jack was feeling completely disorientated. People he used to work for, people he was supposed to work with now, wanted to get rid of him and of what was left of his team at any cost. That was what Gwen had found out. But Jack couldn't process the information; what Gwen had told him was just spinning round in his head. It was not making sense. Why?

So, Ianto took charge. He did what he could to build a bed with gathered straw. Jack, still shocked, was just standing, staring. So Ianto began to undress. First, he took off his tie. that he had stubbornly kept wearing throughout. His jacket, the waistcoat, and his shirt were folded and placed on a broken chair. Then he took his T-shirt off, marveling that the thing had turned into a t-shirt with the heat of the day.

Ianto handed it to Jack, who considered it for a second or two, before throwing it onto Ianto's improvised bed. As it landed it turned into a nice, large welcoming duvet.

It was making a comfortable nest. You couldn't really call that a bed, but it was fine, they were together. Jack pulled Ianto towards him, still looking for comfort. And as for Ianto, he needed to make sure Jack was really there, alive in his arms. Knowing that Jack was immortal did not prevent Ianto fearing for him. He knew there were worst things than death.

They needed to feel, to kiss, to love; making sure that everything was right. Jack liked the way his very quiet Ianto could get passionate and possessive.

Then Ianto wrapped himself around Jack and looking right in his eyes he asked; "Feeling better?" "

"Yes" Of course Jack was feeling better, he always felt better in Ianto's arms. The living duvet wrapped itself around the two of them for the rest of the night.

The next day they made an old Torchwood warehouse their own. Ianto left the others dealing with the stuff they had gathered in with Gwen's very unorthodox ways. That had been fun, though. But now, he was going to do some shopping with one of the credit cards they had borrowed. They needed all the basic stuff… like toilet paper, fresh clothes for everyone, and soap!

He found everything he wanted for Gwen and Rhys in a department store. He found a nice suit for himself in a small shop. For Jack he went to an army supplier where he bought trousers, a shirt blue of course, boots and suspenders. Jack was certainly the only man looking sexy in braces.

He had asked for a coat hanger.

On his way back to the Hub 2, he stopped in a quiet place. First, to ensure he hadn't been followed, but also because he had something left to do.

When he had made sure there were no suspicious eyes were watching, he opened the passenger seat door, and hung the coat hanger on it. He took out the handkerchief he had tucked into his pocket, and he arranged on the hanger.

"Now, you know what we're expecting from you, right?" he said to the strange piece of fabric.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on Jack's great coat; their first meeting in the park with the weevil. Pictured himself after Abadon looking for Jack in that coat. He loved that coat. He loved Jack in that coat. When he opened his eyes, the coat was back.

"You're just amazing!" he told the thing.

Then he drove to the warehouse to give the coat back to his owner.

Jack loved his coat and he was glad they'd manage to save it. It had always been a good coat; keeping him from the weather's sting.

But now, he was so cold and nothing was going to make it better. Ianto was dead.

He had died in his arms. And since then he was always cold, even though, the coat tried hard to keep him warm. But Jack would keep wearing it wrapping himself in the coat Ianto used to love so much.