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d8rkmessngrAuthor: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: dark, evil Suzie, strong language
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26 Act 1/4
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 26 – "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Act II
Four days later…
"…or maybe an HSBC? Which one would be cheaper?"
"Marge, the boy wouldn't know—"
"It's an information center, of course he'd know!"
Ianto kept the mild smile on his face as the couple in front of him argued. And argued some more. They'd been here twice before and were just as vocal then. And if he was called 'boy' one more time, he may have to become distressingly violent.
He smiled every so often while idly searching through his email, rolling his eyes at the spam about the upcoming elections. Ianto deleted those quickly. He had enough of politics while he was in Torchwood One. He wasn't interested in whatever platforms a former minister of defense was discussing.
The couple in front of him were still arguing, completely ignoring Ianto now. Ianto resisted rolling his eyes again as they now switched to whether they should eat by the wharf or at Debenhams.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ianto saw a tiny window blip open on his computer screen. He could feel himself smiling as yet another IM courtesy of Jack Harkness beckoned. Gwen never should have showed him. The captain had delighted in the instantaneous communication. Although, Ianto admitted as he stirred his coffee, it felt easier talking to him this way.
In person Ianto found his mind wandering and it was hard to talk to Jack without having ghostly sensations on his skin that made him lightheaded. At their last meeting, Owen had kicked him under the table because Ianto found himself staring at Jack's bum while he stood by the screen to talk about the murders that had been popping up on Mercer and Oakham Street. Ianto doubted Owen did it out of the goodness of his heart and had put salt in his coffee.
It didn't help that Jack was vacillating between being distant and being the Harkness Ianto knew in London, as if he was waiting for Ianto to make the first move. But what? Ianto sighed, frustrated.
'Are those two still up there?' Ianto had been complaining to Jack about them earlier.
'You should be working on the reports,' Ianto typed. He was currently seeking refuge from Owen's wrath in the Tourist office. He took a sip of coffee waiting for Jack's awkward two fingered typing to catch up.
'I was.' Jack, to save time, was usually short and to the point. 'But.'
'But?' Ianto prodded as he finished his pastry and wiped his mouth with a napkin. The couple was now merely a pleasant buzz in his ear.
'I don't think these are the reports on those sightings in Barry,' Jack typed slowly; whether due to skill or reluctance.
Ianto frowned. 'What do you mean?' He tilted the mug back to finish his drink.
'69 position?' Jack added a '?' at the end.
Coffee spewed out, past his computer. Marge shrieked. There was much yelling. Ianto barely had time to type 'BRB' before he hurriedly alternated between apologizing and patting his handkerchief on Marge's hat.
'Ianto?' The tiny window had the most extraordinary ability to sound like Jack with its tiny chimes.
'Go away,' Ianto typed finally after Marge and her husband have stormed off. 'Let me wallow in abject humiliation in peace.'
':('
Ianto sighed, his shoulders dropping. 'Stop that,' he typed. 'You cannot guilt me electronically. I'm immune.'
':('
"Damn it, Jack," Ianto muttered. Somehow the remote possibility that Jack was indeed unhappy didn't sit well in his gut.
'What?' Ianto slowly clicked out the keys.
'Please don't tell me you're researching about.' There was a long pause before the next line popped in. 'THAT. Do you really have to know everything?'
Ianto tapped the button to shut the front door. He didn't want anyone walking in and seeing his red face.
'I was curious.'
'OH?'
Ianto could practically hear Jack's brow rising high. He snorted.
'Not THAT curious,' Ianto texted.
'Still trying to answer that question on whether you're gay or not?'
Yes and to see what the bloody hell Jack had done that time that made him feel like his blood was erupting and his surroundings white out like that.
'Sort of,' Ianto replied. 'I'd always thought I was just interested in tab A, slot B, not the other type. This is all very new.'
No response from Jack.
Ianto waited. Finally, 'Jack?'
'I'm too busy laughing. Tosh is looking at me funny. I think I scared her.'
The thought of Jack bursting out into such laughter made Ianto smile. It warmed his insides to think that he co—Wait a minute.
'What's so funny?' Ianto regretted not capitalizing it before sending it.
'I never heard of sex being referred to as that before.' A brief pause and Jack continued, his words crawling across the screen. 'I don't understand why it's such a big issue with you people. What's with the obsession with gender? It's about the soul.'
Ianto blinked. He shook his head fondly at the screen.
'You,' Ianto typed, his eyes softening. 'Jack Harkness are a hopeless romantic.' Who would have thought?
There was another long pause. Ianto could picture Jack mulling over the words, picking his response.
'I think the picture on the fifth page is interesting though,' Jack texted finally.
Ianto frowned. He tried to remember what he had printed out. His eyes widened.
'THAT,' he typed furiously, 'was a picture of a Hindu temple touting Kama Sutra! It's not possible!'
Ianto could hear Jack's glee as text materialized across the screen. 'No, it's possible. One of them would just have to stand on their—'
Ianto shut the IM window before Jack finished. He sighed heavily and decided to stay up here the rest of the day.
Act III: "From where I'm standing, you did this, Captain Jack Harkness."
Next day…
The call had surprised everyone, especially Gwen. No one expected the police to call Torchwood. Not voluntarily, at least.
DC Swanson was not impressed although Jack did notice a flicker of interest when he returned with a breezy "What, you'd rather me naked?"
"God help me, the stories are true," Swanson had muttered before gesturing them to follow.
Jack scanned the surroundings, noting the house, the lawn, and fence. His scanner picked up nothing as alien, nothing out of the ordinary. He should ask Ianto to—
"I'd always suspected your name wasn't really James."
Jack took a deep breath. Perfect. Just perfect. Jack turned to the DC standing inside the foyer of the house with that damning smug smile.
"Captain Jack Harkness, DC Marvin Stuckler," Swanson introduced reluctantly, annoyed at needing to stop.
"Marvin?" Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn't offer a hand.
Marvin, or Gavin, merely shrugged.
"James?" he challenged. "Don't see you around anymore."
"Lost my taste for it," Jack returned evenly. "I don't like surprises." Jack motioned the others to go ahead. Gwen gave Owen a perplexed look before following after Swanson.
"I do," Marvin sneered before shooting him another smirk, an appraising look at Gwen, and slipped past Owen.
Jack started to turn but Owen caught his elbow.
"Who was that?" Owen made it sound so much like a demand that Jack raised an eyebrow at him.
A mistake, Jack thought, believing he could hear a sneer in his ear. He gently shook off his elbow from Owen's grip.
"No one," Jack stressed. "We have work to do."
Jack could feel Owen's stare on his back all the way into the bedroom. But as soon as he saw the bloody 'Torchwood', Gavin or Marvin was completely forgotten.
When they were done with the report and heading back for the SUV, it finally hit Owen where he had seen ruddy Marvin before. Without anyone noticing, he managed to slip away.
The DC in question was leaning against the hood of a patrol car, smoking and gesturing towards a girl in the house across the street. Owen disliked him immediately as he laughed low with a PC, their heads together.
"Excuse me," Owen said, forcing his voice to be cheerful when he wanted nothing more than to wipe the leer off the man's face. "DC Stuckler, right?"
"So?" It was the same small, narrowed eyed, hungry look from inside the house that pulled away from their SUV.
Owen gritted his teeth and stuck out his hand. The smile felt funny on his face. "Dr. Harper, Captain Harkness' personal physician."
Ah ha, there was a flicker of interest. "You're his doctor?"
Owen's face hurt keeping the congenial smile on his face. "Pardon for my bluntness, but are you intimately acquainted with our captain?"
The question did take him aback but then Stuckler smirked.
"You could say that." Stuckler looked like a lizard when his smile stretched. "Intimately acquainted. Aye."
Wanker, Owen thought darkly but he just nodded. "Mind if I ask you a few medical questions then? Our Captain's just recently recovered from a medical cond—"
"What medical condition?" Stuckler flicked off his smoke and stood straighter. He scowled. "What did that bitch have?"
Oh, Owen was going to go light on the bloke before. Owen spoke carefully before he ruined it. He waved his hands placating.
"Nothing serious, but medication needs to be administered as soon as possible to avoid any permanent dismemberment."
"What?" Stuckler's nostrils went white.
"Have your testicles been itchy lately? Feeling tired? Perhaps muscle aches? Odd discolored discharge?" Owen snickered to himself when the DC blanched. He looked like he was going to faint. "No worries. I have the treatment right here." He pulled out the vial of Retcon they were all required to carry as a precaution. "You just need to take one…no, better make that two to be safe and it'll be all sorted out."
Stuckler studied Owen and he wondered if maybe he was too eager to give Stuckler the Retcon.
"Listen," Stuckler leaned closer to Owen.
Owen tried to look like the concerned physician and leaned in as well.
"I don't know what your captain's been telling you, but it wasn't just me. I…" Stuckler looked to his left and right. He wet his mouth nervously. "I'm going to need three doses, alright?" At Owen's look, Stuckler's words stumbled.
"Look, things got a little crazy and sometimes we drink like a bloody fish without realizing it and we all got a little rough. No harm, but your captain's a bit of a slut, see? Not our fault. We didn't force him. Bet he doesn't even know how many himself."
Owen's fist bunched in his pocket, but he pretended to understand. "Of course, well then considering the circumstances, there may be some mutation—"
"Mutation?" Stuckler's eyes bulged.
"Here, take the whole bottle. You should take three, but not here," Owen added hastily when it looked like the DC was going to pop the bottle.
"Why the fuck not?" Stuckler looked fit to piss all over himself.
"These will make you very sleepy. Plus, you and your friends need to clean up first." At the nod, Owen went on, sounding stern. "Have to make sure you don't have any left on your skin. You need to scrub hard."
"Scrub?" Stuckler gulped.
"Yep," Owen replied cheerfully. "Scrub it really well otherwise there's a possibility of infection, then gangrene and then we'll have to cut it of—"
"Alright!" Stuckler gestured madly to one of the PCs. "Tell Swanson I had to go home immediately. Family emergency!" He hurried, practically running for his car.
"Don't forget to scrub hard!" Owen called out to the car as it zipped by him. A few SOCO members leapt out of the way. He waved, his hand lowering, as the car grew smaller.
"Wanker," Owen muttered darkly, the jovial face dropping into a scowl. He then smirked and trotted back to the SUV.
"Where were you?" Jack asked, annoyed as he approached. "We're ready to leave."
Owen was about to enter the vehicle when he abruptly turned on his heel and stalked up to his boss.
Jack blinked.
"If I ever," Owen hissed, his eyes narrowing, "hear about you going around Caveat again, I'm going to cut bits off you in your sleep."
The captain looked surprised, enough that he nodded without offering a joke. Owen, satisfied, climbed into the passenger seat.
"And I thought the Daleks were scary," Jack said without explanation. He gave Owen a funny, perplexed frown before driving back to Torchwood.
Act IV
Additional Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: dark, evil Suzie, strong language
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26 Act 1/4
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 26 – "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Act II
Four days later…
"…or maybe an HSBC? Which one would be cheaper?"
"Marge, the boy wouldn't know—"
"It's an information center, of course he'd know!"
Ianto kept the mild smile on his face as the couple in front of him argued. And argued some more. They'd been here twice before and were just as vocal then. And if he was called 'boy' one more time, he may have to become distressingly violent.
He smiled every so often while idly searching through his email, rolling his eyes at the spam about the upcoming elections. Ianto deleted those quickly. He had enough of politics while he was in Torchwood One. He wasn't interested in whatever platforms a former minister of defense was discussing.
The couple in front of him were still arguing, completely ignoring Ianto now. Ianto resisted rolling his eyes again as they now switched to whether they should eat by the wharf or at Debenhams.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ianto saw a tiny window blip open on his computer screen. He could feel himself smiling as yet another IM courtesy of Jack Harkness beckoned. Gwen never should have showed him. The captain had delighted in the instantaneous communication. Although, Ianto admitted as he stirred his coffee, it felt easier talking to him this way.
In person Ianto found his mind wandering and it was hard to talk to Jack without having ghostly sensations on his skin that made him lightheaded. At their last meeting, Owen had kicked him under the table because Ianto found himself staring at Jack's bum while he stood by the screen to talk about the murders that had been popping up on Mercer and Oakham Street. Ianto doubted Owen did it out of the goodness of his heart and had put salt in his coffee.
It didn't help that Jack was vacillating between being distant and being the Harkness Ianto knew in London, as if he was waiting for Ianto to make the first move. But what? Ianto sighed, frustrated.
'Are those two still up there?' Ianto had been complaining to Jack about them earlier.
'You should be working on the reports,' Ianto typed. He was currently seeking refuge from Owen's wrath in the Tourist office. He took a sip of coffee waiting for Jack's awkward two fingered typing to catch up.
'I was.' Jack, to save time, was usually short and to the point. 'But.'
'But?' Ianto prodded as he finished his pastry and wiped his mouth with a napkin. The couple was now merely a pleasant buzz in his ear.
'I don't think these are the reports on those sightings in Barry,' Jack typed slowly; whether due to skill or reluctance.
Ianto frowned. 'What do you mean?' He tilted the mug back to finish his drink.
'69 position?' Jack added a '?' at the end.
Coffee spewed out, past his computer. Marge shrieked. There was much yelling. Ianto barely had time to type 'BRB' before he hurriedly alternated between apologizing and patting his handkerchief on Marge's hat.
'Ianto?' The tiny window had the most extraordinary ability to sound like Jack with its tiny chimes.
'Go away,' Ianto typed finally after Marge and her husband have stormed off. 'Let me wallow in abject humiliation in peace.'
':('
Ianto sighed, his shoulders dropping. 'Stop that,' he typed. 'You cannot guilt me electronically. I'm immune.'
':('
"Damn it, Jack," Ianto muttered. Somehow the remote possibility that Jack was indeed unhappy didn't sit well in his gut.
'What?' Ianto slowly clicked out the keys.
'Please don't tell me you're researching about.' There was a long pause before the next line popped in. 'THAT. Do you really have to know everything?'
Ianto tapped the button to shut the front door. He didn't want anyone walking in and seeing his red face.
'I was curious.'
'OH?'
Ianto could practically hear Jack's brow rising high. He snorted.
'Not THAT curious,' Ianto texted.
'Still trying to answer that question on whether you're gay or not?'
Yes and to see what the bloody hell Jack had done that time that made him feel like his blood was erupting and his surroundings white out like that.
'Sort of,' Ianto replied. 'I'd always thought I was just interested in tab A, slot B, not the other type. This is all very new.'
No response from Jack.
Ianto waited. Finally, 'Jack?'
'I'm too busy laughing. Tosh is looking at me funny. I think I scared her.'
The thought of Jack bursting out into such laughter made Ianto smile. It warmed his insides to think that he co—Wait a minute.
'What's so funny?' Ianto regretted not capitalizing it before sending it.
'I never heard of sex being referred to as that before.' A brief pause and Jack continued, his words crawling across the screen. 'I don't understand why it's such a big issue with you people. What's with the obsession with gender? It's about the soul.'
Ianto blinked. He shook his head fondly at the screen.
'You,' Ianto typed, his eyes softening. 'Jack Harkness are a hopeless romantic.' Who would have thought?
There was another long pause. Ianto could picture Jack mulling over the words, picking his response.
'I think the picture on the fifth page is interesting though,' Jack texted finally.
Ianto frowned. He tried to remember what he had printed out. His eyes widened.
'THAT,' he typed furiously, 'was a picture of a Hindu temple touting Kama Sutra! It's not possible!'
Ianto could hear Jack's glee as text materialized across the screen. 'No, it's possible. One of them would just have to stand on their—'
Ianto shut the IM window before Jack finished. He sighed heavily and decided to stay up here the rest of the day.
Act III: "From where I'm standing, you did this, Captain Jack Harkness."
Next day…
The call had surprised everyone, especially Gwen. No one expected the police to call Torchwood. Not voluntarily, at least.
DC Swanson was not impressed although Jack did notice a flicker of interest when he returned with a breezy "What, you'd rather me naked?"
"God help me, the stories are true," Swanson had muttered before gesturing them to follow.
Jack scanned the surroundings, noting the house, the lawn, and fence. His scanner picked up nothing as alien, nothing out of the ordinary. He should ask Ianto to—
"I'd always suspected your name wasn't really James."
Jack took a deep breath. Perfect. Just perfect. Jack turned to the DC standing inside the foyer of the house with that damning smug smile.
"Captain Jack Harkness, DC Marvin Stuckler," Swanson introduced reluctantly, annoyed at needing to stop.
"Marvin?" Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn't offer a hand.
Marvin, or Gavin, merely shrugged.
"James?" he challenged. "Don't see you around anymore."
"Lost my taste for it," Jack returned evenly. "I don't like surprises." Jack motioned the others to go ahead. Gwen gave Owen a perplexed look before following after Swanson.
"I do," Marvin sneered before shooting him another smirk, an appraising look at Gwen, and slipped past Owen.
Jack started to turn but Owen caught his elbow.
"Who was that?" Owen made it sound so much like a demand that Jack raised an eyebrow at him.
A mistake, Jack thought, believing he could hear a sneer in his ear. He gently shook off his elbow from Owen's grip.
"No one," Jack stressed. "We have work to do."
Jack could feel Owen's stare on his back all the way into the bedroom. But as soon as he saw the bloody 'Torchwood', Gavin or Marvin was completely forgotten.
When they were done with the report and heading back for the SUV, it finally hit Owen where he had seen ruddy Marvin before. Without anyone noticing, he managed to slip away.
The DC in question was leaning against the hood of a patrol car, smoking and gesturing towards a girl in the house across the street. Owen disliked him immediately as he laughed low with a PC, their heads together.
"Excuse me," Owen said, forcing his voice to be cheerful when he wanted nothing more than to wipe the leer off the man's face. "DC Stuckler, right?"
"So?" It was the same small, narrowed eyed, hungry look from inside the house that pulled away from their SUV.
Owen gritted his teeth and stuck out his hand. The smile felt funny on his face. "Dr. Harper, Captain Harkness' personal physician."
Ah ha, there was a flicker of interest. "You're his doctor?"
Owen's face hurt keeping the congenial smile on his face. "Pardon for my bluntness, but are you intimately acquainted with our captain?"
The question did take him aback but then Stuckler smirked.
"You could say that." Stuckler looked like a lizard when his smile stretched. "Intimately acquainted. Aye."
Wanker, Owen thought darkly but he just nodded. "Mind if I ask you a few medical questions then? Our Captain's just recently recovered from a medical cond—"
"What medical condition?" Stuckler flicked off his smoke and stood straighter. He scowled. "What did that bitch have?"
Oh, Owen was going to go light on the bloke before. Owen spoke carefully before he ruined it. He waved his hands placating.
"Nothing serious, but medication needs to be administered as soon as possible to avoid any permanent dismemberment."
"What?" Stuckler's nostrils went white.
"Have your testicles been itchy lately? Feeling tired? Perhaps muscle aches? Odd discolored discharge?" Owen snickered to himself when the DC blanched. He looked like he was going to faint. "No worries. I have the treatment right here." He pulled out the vial of Retcon they were all required to carry as a precaution. "You just need to take one…no, better make that two to be safe and it'll be all sorted out."
Stuckler studied Owen and he wondered if maybe he was too eager to give Stuckler the Retcon.
"Listen," Stuckler leaned closer to Owen.
Owen tried to look like the concerned physician and leaned in as well.
"I don't know what your captain's been telling you, but it wasn't just me. I…" Stuckler looked to his left and right. He wet his mouth nervously. "I'm going to need three doses, alright?" At Owen's look, Stuckler's words stumbled.
"Look, things got a little crazy and sometimes we drink like a bloody fish without realizing it and we all got a little rough. No harm, but your captain's a bit of a slut, see? Not our fault. We didn't force him. Bet he doesn't even know how many himself."
Owen's fist bunched in his pocket, but he pretended to understand. "Of course, well then considering the circumstances, there may be some mutation—"
"Mutation?" Stuckler's eyes bulged.
"Here, take the whole bottle. You should take three, but not here," Owen added hastily when it looked like the DC was going to pop the bottle.
"Why the fuck not?" Stuckler looked fit to piss all over himself.
"These will make you very sleepy. Plus, you and your friends need to clean up first." At the nod, Owen went on, sounding stern. "Have to make sure you don't have any left on your skin. You need to scrub hard."
"Scrub?" Stuckler gulped.
"Yep," Owen replied cheerfully. "Scrub it really well otherwise there's a possibility of infection, then gangrene and then we'll have to cut it of—"
"Alright!" Stuckler gestured madly to one of the PCs. "Tell Swanson I had to go home immediately. Family emergency!" He hurried, practically running for his car.
"Don't forget to scrub hard!" Owen called out to the car as it zipped by him. A few SOCO members leapt out of the way. He waved, his hand lowering, as the car grew smaller.
"Wanker," Owen muttered darkly, the jovial face dropping into a scowl. He then smirked and trotted back to the SUV.
"Where were you?" Jack asked, annoyed as he approached. "We're ready to leave."
Owen was about to enter the vehicle when he abruptly turned on his heel and stalked up to his boss.
Jack blinked.
"If I ever," Owen hissed, his eyes narrowing, "hear about you going around Caveat again, I'm going to cut bits off you in your sleep."
The captain looked surprised, enough that he nodded without offering a joke. Owen, satisfied, climbed into the passenger seat.
"And I thought the Daleks were scary," Jack said without explanation. He gave Owen a funny, perplexed frown before driving back to Torchwood.
Act IV
Additional Notes: Many thanks to
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.