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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: Mentions suicide/ self harm themes. Gratuitous smut ahead.
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Out of Time" , "Fragments" and if you really squint, "Combat"
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, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31 Act 1/5, Ch 31 Act 2/5, Ch 31 Act 3/5, Ch 31 Act 4/5
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 31 "Combat"
Act V: "I never should have given them the night off."
December 29
"Still no sign of her?"
Jack looked up at Ianto. He shook his head wearily. What a fucking mess.
"Diane Holmes vanished three minutes after take off." Jack threw two days worth of readings that Tosh had printed out on the coffee table in disgust. They were useless anyway. No one ever knew where the Rift would lead.
"How's Owen?" Ianto asked, easing himself next to Jack on the couch. Tiredly, he tugged loose his tie and the top button of his shirt. With Owen not coming in to work, Ianto found himself doing double-duty, trying to cover his own duties and helping the girls with theirs.
Jack shook his head again.
"They were lovers, Jack," Ianto said soberly. "That dress…"
"I should have seen this coming!" Jack leaned back into the couch, one arm thrown back to rest behind his head. He scowled up.
"You couldn't have known."
"If I wasn't so busy trying to find different ways to die, I might have," Jack pointed out, his voice bitter.
Ianto pursed his lips at the reminder. "Like you said," he said stiffly. "You were busy."
Jack's shoulders slumped. "I guess we should be grateful at least Emma seems to be doing okay."
"Off to London," Ianto agreed. "Gwen was a bit nervous about it." His voice softened. "We've all invested ourselves in their welfare, some of us more than others."
"Keep thinking about John," Jack confessed. "What if I hadn't found his son? What if I had retconned him?"
"It might have worked for a while, but after that, who knows?" Ianto sat back heavily next to Jack. He heaved a sigh.
"My God, the holidays were dreary this year." Ianto dropped his head back. He scowled at the garland and random decorations still hanging all over, save a few tattered pieces the pterodactyl pecked at.
Jack choked back a painful laugh. He couldn't find any of it funny. "At least we didn't do Gwen's Secret Santa idea. Gives me a chance to exchange my gift."
"Tosh?"
Jack lifted up his head a little. "How did you—"
Ianto tapped the side of his head. He winked, smiling blearily. "I know everything. It's my job."
"Somehow I don't think your job description included this."
A small chuckle vibrated by his ear. "It was your wrapping." Ianto wrinkled his nose. "Were you trying to make origami?"
"It was a funny shape!" Jack protested weakly, coloring.
"What did you get her?"
"Earrings."
"Doesn't that come in a jewelry box?" The laughter rumbled under Ianto's voice.
"Shut up."
Ianto chuckled. He sobered after a moment.
"What are you going to do about Owen?"
Jack shrugged. "Give him some time." He laughed bitterly. "It's about all Torchwood can give him. Time."
The nod followed by Ianto's solid presence on his shoulder eased the churning in Jack's gut. Jack tilted his head to the side, resting briefly against Ianto before he cleared his throat.
"I gave everyone else the night off. You should go home, too."
Jack could feel Ianto tracking him as he levered off the couch. "What are you going to do?"
Waving towards his office, Jack shrugged. "Try to figure out this mess."
"You mean brood and somehow make this your fault," Ianto translated brusquely.
"Well, wasn't it?" Jack pivoted around. His words echoed and above the pterodactyl cawed. At Ianto's bland expression, Jack shook his head.
"Look, there's been crazy Rift activity lately. I need to study this and see what's going on, that's all."
Ianto's face twitched.
Jack waved around the Hub. "There hasn't been any Weevil activity and who knows what's going to happen with the Rift in the next few weeks. Take the break when you can get it."
Still saying nothing, Ianto rose to his feet. He looked around him before turning back towards Jack.
"I could stay here," Ianto offered. He made a valiant effort to straighten his shoulders but Jack could tell it was a losing battle.
Inside, his heart warmed. Jack headed back to the younger man and settled his hands on Ianto's shoulders. He massaged them briefly and felt Ianto's stiff muscles quiver.
"Not if I want to get any work done," Jack chuckled. He cupped his hands around Ianto's shoulders and gently dug his heels into the knots he could feel under Ianto's suit. "I have to earn my pay."
"Mm." Ianto closed his eyes, his head rolling a little, offering Jack another muscle to lave his attentions on.
"You could always change careers," Ianto moaned softly as Jack kneaded the back of his neck. "Masseuses are in high deman—Oh yes, right there, please."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Jack teased.
"Take it with sugar for all I care, just don't stop." Ianto whimpered, his head dropping forward onto Jack's right shoulder. "You are a right bastard, Harkness," Ianto said, in a muffled voice. "I forgot what I was going to say next."
"You were going to say you were going to go home," Jack reminded him.
"No I wasn't," Ianto grumbled, not lifting up his head.
"Yes you were."
"Bloody hell I was."
Jack snickered. "Language, Mr. Jones."
Ianto muttered something else even ruder and Jack laughed. He stopped his administrations, to which Ianto protested, his arms reaching for Jack's to plant them on his shoulders again.
"Who said you could stop?" Ianto complained.
Jack kissed the corner of his mouth. "Go home, Ianto."
"I'll be here early," Ianto said stubbornly, his eyes droopy. Still resting his head on Jack's shoulder, he waved vaguely behind him. "Have to clean up the Christmas decorations anyhow."
"They could wait."
The snort Ianto made was too cute. Jack smiled against his hair.
"Hardly," Ianto retorted. "The tree and mistletoe are shedding."
"I thought we agreed no mistletoe."
"Tosh's idea." Ianto reluctantly pulled away. He studied Jack.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," Jack assured him. "It's fine."
Ianto held his gaze for a long moment. His shoulders slumped a little and he nodded tiredly. Then, before Jack could back away, Ianto gripped his head, pulled it down and smashed his lips to Jack's mouth.
The tease of a tongue swiping at his lips made Jack freeze, momentarily caught off guard, but when Ianto pressed his body closer, teeth lightly nipping at his lower lip demanding entrance, Jack gave in with a muffled groan. His mouth parted, Ianto dove in greedily and Jack stumbled back smacking up against the tiled wall, next to the sparsely decorated tree.
Evergreen filled his nostrils along with the clean and clear scent of life he associated with Ianto. He could feel Ianto's long, tapered fingers moving around to cradle the back of his head, pulling him to a warm, moist cavern devouring every breath he exhaled. He ground his hips against Ianto's and received a growl in reply and a body crushing him to the wall.
Then with a gasp, they parted. They stood there, leaning against each other, the wall supporting them upright.
"That was a nice surprise," Jack panted. "Mistletoe?"
Ianto looked up, then back down at Jack. He leaned in, kissed his brow and went, "Nope." He straightened his tie and left. "See you in the morning."
Jack gaped at the cog door as it rotated closed behind Ianto. He stood there, chest heaving.
"Oh," he managed. "Okay."
Chapter 32: "Captain Jack Harkness"
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: Mentions suicide/ self harm themes. Gratuitous smut ahead.
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Out of Time" , "Fragments" and if you really squint, "Combat"
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, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31 Act 1/5, Ch 31 Act 2/5, Ch 31 Act 3/5, Ch 31 Act 4/5
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 31 "Combat"
Act V: "I never should have given them the night off."
December 29
"Still no sign of her?"
Jack looked up at Ianto. He shook his head wearily. What a fucking mess.
"Diane Holmes vanished three minutes after take off." Jack threw two days worth of readings that Tosh had printed out on the coffee table in disgust. They were useless anyway. No one ever knew where the Rift would lead.
"How's Owen?" Ianto asked, easing himself next to Jack on the couch. Tiredly, he tugged loose his tie and the top button of his shirt. With Owen not coming in to work, Ianto found himself doing double-duty, trying to cover his own duties and helping the girls with theirs.
Jack shook his head again.
"They were lovers, Jack," Ianto said soberly. "That dress…"
"I should have seen this coming!" Jack leaned back into the couch, one arm thrown back to rest behind his head. He scowled up.
"You couldn't have known."
"If I wasn't so busy trying to find different ways to die, I might have," Jack pointed out, his voice bitter.
Ianto pursed his lips at the reminder. "Like you said," he said stiffly. "You were busy."
Jack's shoulders slumped. "I guess we should be grateful at least Emma seems to be doing okay."
"Off to London," Ianto agreed. "Gwen was a bit nervous about it." His voice softened. "We've all invested ourselves in their welfare, some of us more than others."
"Keep thinking about John," Jack confessed. "What if I hadn't found his son? What if I had retconned him?"
"It might have worked for a while, but after that, who knows?" Ianto sat back heavily next to Jack. He heaved a sigh.
"My God, the holidays were dreary this year." Ianto dropped his head back. He scowled at the garland and random decorations still hanging all over, save a few tattered pieces the pterodactyl pecked at.
Jack choked back a painful laugh. He couldn't find any of it funny. "At least we didn't do Gwen's Secret Santa idea. Gives me a chance to exchange my gift."
"Tosh?"
Jack lifted up his head a little. "How did you—"
Ianto tapped the side of his head. He winked, smiling blearily. "I know everything. It's my job."
"Somehow I don't think your job description included this."
A small chuckle vibrated by his ear. "It was your wrapping." Ianto wrinkled his nose. "Were you trying to make origami?"
"It was a funny shape!" Jack protested weakly, coloring.
"What did you get her?"
"Earrings."
"Doesn't that come in a jewelry box?" The laughter rumbled under Ianto's voice.
"Shut up."
Ianto chuckled. He sobered after a moment.
"What are you going to do about Owen?"
Jack shrugged. "Give him some time." He laughed bitterly. "It's about all Torchwood can give him. Time."
The nod followed by Ianto's solid presence on his shoulder eased the churning in Jack's gut. Jack tilted his head to the side, resting briefly against Ianto before he cleared his throat.
"I gave everyone else the night off. You should go home, too."
Jack could feel Ianto tracking him as he levered off the couch. "What are you going to do?"
Waving towards his office, Jack shrugged. "Try to figure out this mess."
"You mean brood and somehow make this your fault," Ianto translated brusquely.
"Well, wasn't it?" Jack pivoted around. His words echoed and above the pterodactyl cawed. At Ianto's bland expression, Jack shook his head.
"Look, there's been crazy Rift activity lately. I need to study this and see what's going on, that's all."
Ianto's face twitched.
Jack waved around the Hub. "There hasn't been any Weevil activity and who knows what's going to happen with the Rift in the next few weeks. Take the break when you can get it."
Still saying nothing, Ianto rose to his feet. He looked around him before turning back towards Jack.
"I could stay here," Ianto offered. He made a valiant effort to straighten his shoulders but Jack could tell it was a losing battle.
Inside, his heart warmed. Jack headed back to the younger man and settled his hands on Ianto's shoulders. He massaged them briefly and felt Ianto's stiff muscles quiver.
"Not if I want to get any work done," Jack chuckled. He cupped his hands around Ianto's shoulders and gently dug his heels into the knots he could feel under Ianto's suit. "I have to earn my pay."
"Mm." Ianto closed his eyes, his head rolling a little, offering Jack another muscle to lave his attentions on.
"You could always change careers," Ianto moaned softly as Jack kneaded the back of his neck. "Masseuses are in high deman—Oh yes, right there, please."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Jack teased.
"Take it with sugar for all I care, just don't stop." Ianto whimpered, his head dropping forward onto Jack's right shoulder. "You are a right bastard, Harkness," Ianto said, in a muffled voice. "I forgot what I was going to say next."
"You were going to say you were going to go home," Jack reminded him.
"No I wasn't," Ianto grumbled, not lifting up his head.
"Yes you were."
"Bloody hell I was."
Jack snickered. "Language, Mr. Jones."
Ianto muttered something else even ruder and Jack laughed. He stopped his administrations, to which Ianto protested, his arms reaching for Jack's to plant them on his shoulders again.
"Who said you could stop?" Ianto complained.
Jack kissed the corner of his mouth. "Go home, Ianto."
"I'll be here early," Ianto said stubbornly, his eyes droopy. Still resting his head on Jack's shoulder, he waved vaguely behind him. "Have to clean up the Christmas decorations anyhow."
"They could wait."
The snort Ianto made was too cute. Jack smiled against his hair.
"Hardly," Ianto retorted. "The tree and mistletoe are shedding."
"I thought we agreed no mistletoe."
"Tosh's idea." Ianto reluctantly pulled away. He studied Jack.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," Jack assured him. "It's fine."
Ianto held his gaze for a long moment. His shoulders slumped a little and he nodded tiredly. Then, before Jack could back away, Ianto gripped his head, pulled it down and smashed his lips to Jack's mouth.
The tease of a tongue swiping at his lips made Jack freeze, momentarily caught off guard, but when Ianto pressed his body closer, teeth lightly nipping at his lower lip demanding entrance, Jack gave in with a muffled groan. His mouth parted, Ianto dove in greedily and Jack stumbled back smacking up against the tiled wall, next to the sparsely decorated tree.
Evergreen filled his nostrils along with the clean and clear scent of life he associated with Ianto. He could feel Ianto's long, tapered fingers moving around to cradle the back of his head, pulling him to a warm, moist cavern devouring every breath he exhaled. He ground his hips against Ianto's and received a growl in reply and a body crushing him to the wall.
Then with a gasp, they parted. They stood there, leaning against each other, the wall supporting them upright.
"That was a nice surprise," Jack panted. "Mistletoe?"
Ianto looked up, then back down at Jack. He leaned in, kissed his brow and went, "Nope." He straightened his tie and left. "See you in the morning."
Jack gaped at the cog door as it rotated closed behind Ianto. He stood there, chest heaving.
"Oh," he managed. "Okay."
Chapter 32: "Captain Jack Harkness"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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