Gone and Back Again 10A/? Glee/Torchwood Crossover
Title-Gone and Back Again Chapter 10
Disclaimer-Don't own Glee or Torchwood
Rating-Teen
Warnings-AU.Character death(Torchwood) Slash, Bullying and in later chapters maybe a bit of torture-Torchwood style. A couple of OC's.
Pairings-Eventual Kurt/Blaine Past Ianto/Jack-Past Gwen/Jack-Rhys/Gwen Unrequited Kurt/Jack.
Main Character/Focus-Kurt Hummel, his family and Blaine. Ianto in a weird way as well. Blaine comes in at Chapter 4
Spoilers-Basically Season 1-2 of both Glee and Torchwood. Some events will happen differently in this story than they did in the shows.
I love you, Ianto. I love you.
Chocking Kurt woke up, limbs flailing. Someone was trying to hold him down.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"Kurt it's me! It's me, Blaine!"
Going still Kurt opened his eyes, "B-Blaine?"
"Yea," his boyfriend grinned at him, "it's me Kurt. You're ok."
Kurt lunged himself at Blaine and started to cry.
"He-he-he was going to use that thing! He was going to put-put me in the mind-probe!"
Blaine held onto the other boy hands rubbing circles on Kurt's back.
"You're ok Kurt, you're ok."
"Did-I mean-did he go through with it?" Kurt looked horrified, "did he-was I?"
Even though Blaine didn't see Jack use whatever machine Kurt was talking about, he's pretty sure that it was used on his boyfriend. Blaine wondered if the reason Kurt didn't remember was of whatever John gave him. Or maybe it's because Kurt suffered some seizures.
"I don't think so," Blaine lied, "the others took you away," he tried to think of something, "you fainted I think. I-I don't know they wouldn't tell me anything."
Kurt sighed and buried his head in Blaine's neck.
"I was so scared, Blaine," he sniffled, "I was terrified. I thought," Kurt let out a sob, "I thought I was going to lose you like I lost her."
Blaine knew that Kurt was talking about Lisa. Or rather, Ianto's memories were talking about Lisa. He hugged Kurt tighter.
"Hey I'm ok," smiling Blaine kissed Kurt's check, "they didn't do anything to me."
"They didn't?" Kurt didn't sound convinced. Blaine couldn't blame him, "they didn't do anything to you?"
"Not a thing."
Kurt's shoulders sagged, "Good."
They spend a good twenty minutes just holding each other. Occasionally Kurt wriggled out of Blaine's embrace to look at his face, touch his arms and chest to make sure he was ok. Other times Blaine would frantically touch Kurt's head, almost as if he was expecting to find something. A little after 7 in the morning, someone knocked on the door. Kurt tried to push Blaine behind him but his boyfriend wouldn't allow it.
"It's Gwen," she opened the door and smiled at them, "I brought you guys some food."
Kurt refused to meet her eyes. Blaine nodded and took the bags from Gwen. When she reached the door Gwen hesitated and looked at Kurt. She started to take a step forward but Blaine shook his head. Nodding Gwen left.
"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked, "You haven't eaten in a long time."
Shrugging Kurt lied back down, "I'm not hungry."
"Please Kurt," Blaine opened up a box and pulled out a sandwich, "please. You haven't eaten anything," he pulled Kurt close, "at least try to eat some of it. For me?"
Kurt chuckled, "Fine," he sat up and smacked his lips together, "Huh God…my mouth feels gross," he sniffed, "I want a shower so badly."
Blaine swallowed his bite of food before speaking, "Yea, me too," he lowered his sandwich, "maybe…maybe they're going to let us go soon."
Picking at his sandwich Kurt sighed, "I don't think so," he scowled, "these people are insane."
"But," Blaine scooted closer, "I mean-why are they going to keep us here? We-we don't know anything," his voice shook a little, "we proved that we don't know anything."
"I want to go home," Kurt cried, "I just-I want to go home, Blaine." He turned to his boyfriend and grabbed his hand, "I want-I want us to go to the Lima Bean and go on a date and, and," Kurt shuddered, "I want to see Mercedes, and Tina, and Brittany," he laughed a little, "I even want to see Rachel again."
Blaine grinned and ran a hand down Kurt's cheek.
"I know," he licked his lips, "I want to see my friends too. And my parents-"
"Oh my God," Kurt's jaw dropped, "Oh my God, Blaine!" he gave out a cry, "my Dad! Carol, Finn!" Blaine blinked up at him, "what if my Dad had another heart attack? What if he's sick? What if-"Kurt pulled his hair, "no, no, he can't handle stress he's not ready-"
"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine stood up and grabbed his boyfriend's shoulder, "Look at me," he turned Kurt's head and looked into his eyes, "your father is strong-just like you. I'm sure he's fine."
"What if he's not? What if he's in the hospital and-and-"
Someone knocked on the door. Both Kurt and Blaine froze.
"Hello boys," John entered the room and looked at the food on the bed, "have you finished eating?"
"We are, yea."
Frowning John entered the room and picked up the food boxes.
"You don't want to finish your sandwich?"
Kurt didn't look at him, "I'm not hungry."
"Fair enough," John rolled his shoulders, "we need you guys to come out here."
"W-why?"
John clicked his tongue, "We just need you out here."
That said John left. Blaine and Kurt turned towards each other, their eyes wide. Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's hand.
"Together, right?"
"Together," Kurt repeated, gripping Blaine's hand hard. Taking a deep breath, Kurt led them out of the break room. John and Gwen were waiting a few feet away.
"Follow us, please."
Nervous Blaine and Kurt followed them to the medical bay. When they entered the bay Jack appeared. Gasping Kurt took a few steps back, pulling Blaine with him. Jack looked at them and motioned for them to take a seat. Blaine took the first step forward. Kurt remained frozen, eyes stuck on Jack.
"Come on Kurt," Blaine gently tugged his boyfriend's hand, "it's ok. I'm here Kurt, I'm here."
Whimpering Kurt clung to Blaine. They sat down on a stretcher.
"Blaine, Kurt," Jack said, "we're going to let you go."
"You are?" Blaine laughed, "Really? We get to home?" he looked at Kurt, "did you hear that Kurt? We're going home!"
Kurt blinked at Jack, "You're-you're going to let us go?"
"I am," Jack cocked his head, "but not before you boys drink this."
On a silver tray were two small glasses filled with a clear liquid.
"Retcon," Kurt whispered his voice scratchy and deep. Jack's lips twitched.
"Yes-retcon."
Blaine stared at the glasses, "What's retcon?"
"Alright," John stepped up next to Jack and clapped his hands, "here's the deal. We know that you boys aren't a threat to Torchwood," Blaine scowled and Kurt flinched, "so there is no reason for you to be here. However, we can't send you out into the world knowing that Torchwood exists."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say."
Jack opened his mouth but Kurt beat him to it,
"They're going to erase our memories."
"Erase-"Blaine felt lightheaded, "Kurt they can't do that," he laughed and looked around at the people surrounding them, "you can't do that?" Blaine swallowed, "right?"
"We can and we will," Jack said, "I can't allow two teenage boys to leave here knowing about Torchwood."
"I don't," Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt, "It's not like we're going to tell anybody. Nobody would believe us, I don't-I don't understand why you have to give that to us."
Jack put the tray down and walked closer to them. Immediately Kurt jumped up from his seat and stood in front of Blaine.
"Tell me something Blaine," Jack gently laid a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Blaine's breath hitched and Kurt flailed until Jack let go, "do you want to remember what happened here?"
Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt and sat him down on his lap.
"No-no I don't want to remember any of this I just," Kurt rubbed Blaine's neck, "I just want to go home."
Jack lifted a glass, "If you drink this, you won't remember anything," he looked Blaine right in the eye, "you won't remember my team, you won't' remember Torchwood," he smirked, "you won't remember me."
"I won't remember anything?" Blaine whispered, "Nothing at all? Not being kidnapped or," he winced, "or anything that came afterwards?"
"Nothing-you won't remember a thing as long you both shall live."
Jack paused and turned to Kurt with a sad expression on his face. His hands twitched.
"You'll always have his memories."
Kurt didn't look at Jack.
"There's nothing I can do about that," Jack fingered the glass, "but I can least save you from this memory. I can save you from what I did if only once," he presented the retcon to Kurt, "what do you say?"
Hand trembling Kurt took the glass from Jack's hand, careful not to touch the other man.
"Kurt," Blaine said, "what are you doing?" his boyfriend didn't respond. Kurt just stared at the liquid inside the glass.
"After you drink the retcon," Jack continued, "we'll take you both to a hospital. I'll call the cops from there and they can contact your families."
"We won't remember?" Blaine was having a hard time believing that, "for the rest of our life we won't remember anything?"
"That's the way it usually works, yes."
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "I want to go home." Kurt lowered his head, "I just want to go home."
Biting his lip Blain nuzzled Kurt's back.
"No memories?" he said, "no memories, no nightmares, no anything?"
"You might have nightmares," Jack shrugged, "they won't be about Torchwood though," he stared at Blaine, "you have my word."
Taking a deep breath Blaine closed his eyes. He really didn't want to drink that liquid. It could be a trap. That drink could be a type of poison that could kill them or paralyze them. Maybe Jack and his team would keep him and Kurt in the cells until they died.
"How can I trust you?" Blaine growled, "After everything you did how can we trust you?"
Jack grinned, "You want to get out of here don't you?" he held the glass up to Blaine, "drink it."
"Blaine," his boyfriend's eyes were dark when he looked at him, "trust me."
That said Kurt tipped the drink into his mouth and swallowed.
"Oh my God," Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes fluttered close, "what's happening?"
"This retcon puts you to sleep almost instantly," Jack said, "he's fine. His memories of Torchwood are being erased as we speak," he looked at the glass in Blaine's hand, "the sooner you drink it, the sooner you'll be back at home."
Trembling Blaine looked at Kurt and then his drink. He didn't trust Jack. He didn't trust the people that worked for Jack. He didn't know if this retcon thing would work or not. He didn't know much of anything.
Trust me
Closing his eyes Blaine drank the retcon. Two seconds later his body slumped forward. The last thing he heard was Jack saying,
"Everything is going to be ok, Ianto."
And then Blaine's world went black.
()()()()()()()
When Blaine dropped his glass Jack shot forward and grabbed Kurt before he could hit the floor. Ben caught Blaine.
"So," John crossed his arms, "what's the plan then? Do we call the police first or do we just show up at the hospital?"
Jack smiled down at Kurt, "Call Andy-tell him to meet us at the hospital," he frowned, "don't tell him why though."
"Alright," John cocked his head, "are you sure they won't remember anything?"
"Positive."
Arwen stepped forward, "Do you want me to take him or-?"
Jack shook his head, "No-I want you to check the rift manipulator," he nodded at Ben, "after you put Blaine in the SVU, I want you to help Arwen," Jack turned around, "I'll be back later."
"Jack," Gwen walked by his side, "can I-can I go with you?"
"Shouldn't you be with Rhys?"
Gwen glared at him, "I told him I needed to be here-that this would be the last day anyways."
"Did you tell him about Ianto?"
She shook her head, "I told him it had to do with Ianto but I didn't specify," Gwen sighed, "Rhys still misses him." Trembling Gwen reached out and pushed Kurt's hair back.
"He's-he's going to be happy, right?"
Jack nodded, "I'll make sure of it."
By the time Jack arrived at the SVU, Blaine was already strapped in the back. Jack carefully placed Kurt next to his boyfriend. Before he shut the door Jack took a piece of jewelry out of his coat pocket.
"Is that a bracelet?" Gwen asked. Jack ignored her and clipped the bracelet around Kurt's wrist. It was a dull silver color with a black gem stone in the middle. He had gotten it when he'd been traveling with the doctor. The bracelet had been a gift from Rose.
"It's very beautiful," Gwen touched it, "where did you get it?"
"A human colony in the future," Jack answered. He picked up Kurt's hand and placed a kiss on the younger boy's palm, "A friend gave it to me."
"Oh." Gwen stepped forward, "Bye Ianto," she twisted her hands behind her back, "I hope you have a good life."
Jack grabbed her shoulder and gently pulled her back.
"I need to go meet Andy," Jack closed the car door, "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Call me if there's an emergency."
Gwen nodded and looked on as Jack climbed into the driver's seat and drove off. When the SUV disappeared from sight Gwen closed the garage door and went back into the hub.
()()()()()()()
The hospital was twenty minutes away from the hub but Jack arrived in ten minutes. There was no doubt in his mind that Detective Swanson would be calling him later on in the day to give him a talking to but Jack didn't really care. When he arrived at the hospital Andy was waiting outside.
"There you are," he walked up to the SVU, "what's going on this time then?"
Jack got out of the car and walked to the passenger side.
"No doubt you heard about those two boys that were kidnapped."
Andy blinked and then groaned, "Oh God," he looked up at the sky, "It had something to do with your spooky do's didn't it?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Jack opened the car, "mind helping me?"
Hesitantly Andy stepped forward and unbuckled Blaine before lifting him up.
"You've got the other on then?"
Jack reached inside the car to get Kurt.
"I'll call the station after we drop them off," Andy sighed, "hope you guys have a cover story ready," he paused, "you going to stick around until the parents come?"
Jack looked down at Kurt, "Yes," he muttered, "yes I think I will."
"Good news that," they entered the hospital, "Mr. Hummel's been driving us crazy."
That got Jack's attention, "Really?"
"Oh yea," Andy motioned to a nurse, "ever since he arrived from the states he's been coming to the station every day, yelling at us to do something. He's been going around the city with a picture of his kid, asking people if they'd seen him. Put up a bunch of fliers too."
"Did he," Jack's grip on Kurt stiffened, "You know I won't be able to say anything."
"But you have a cover story, don't you?"
Jack saw two stretchers coming towards them, "Not this time."
()()()()()()()
Four days-It had been four days since Burt arrived in Wales. Four days since his son had been kidnapped along with Blaine. Four days and Burt was slowly going insane.
"Burt," Carole touched his shoulder, "I made you some breakfast."
"I'm not hungry."
"Honey," she sat down next to him, "you haven't eaten much these past couple of days," Carole's voice was shaking, "please eat something Burt-please."
"I can't," Burt rubbed his eyes, "I just-I need to find him, Carole."
"And we will," Carole said, "but you need to eat, Burt," she tried to smile, "you'll need it for when we go out to put up those fliers."
Burt stood up and ran a hand over his head, "Nobody in this goddamn city has seen him," he growled, "the police have no clue and-"he looked to his left and right, "yesterday when I went out, a woman told me something."
"What?"
"She told me that-that people go missing in Cardiff all the time."
Carole face paled, "Honey people go missing all the time in-in any country and in any city," she touched his hand, "come on-we'll go down and eat before we go back out ok?"
The phone rang. Burt launched himself at the device,
"Hello?"
"Good morning," a woman said, "I'm looking for Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel please."
Burt started quaking, "I'm Mr. Hummel."
"Mr. Hummel this is Dr. Kass from St. David Hospital. I'm calling to tell you that your son and Blaine Anderson have been brought here."
Laughing Burt fell to his knees, "Are-really? He's-they're at the hospital? My son is-he's ok? He's alive?"
"Yes sir. An officer and the man who brought them here are waiting for you and Blaine's parents to arrive."
"We'll be right there." Hanging up the phone Burt stood up and hugged Carole, tears streaming down his face,
"They found him, Carole! They found my son! They found him and Blaine," he gasped, "they're-they're at St. David."
Carole stated to cry, "Oh God Burt-"her eyes widen, "I'll get Finn. You go, go and get Philip and Maria," she kissed Burt's cheek before running out of the room, shouting for Finn. Stumbling Burt ran down the stairs, calling out,
"Phillip! Phillip!"
Mr. Anderson came running from the kitchen,
"What's wrong?"
"They-they found Kurt and Blaine," Burt panted, "they found him they," Burt's eyes started to sting, "they're at the hospital-St. David."
Maria appeared next to her husband, eyes wide.
"They found him? They found my son?"
Burt nodded. Phillip dug into his pocket,
"C-come o-n," he stuttered, "Let's go."
"Burt!" Finn came running down the stairs, a huge smile on his face, "is it true? Did they find him? Did they find Kurt and Blaine?"
"Yes," Burt felt as if his heart would explode, "they're at the hospital," Carole came down, "come on-we need to go."
They all piled into the car, with Burt and Philip in the front. Maria and Carole sat in the back crying and giggling. Finn was talking to somebody on the phone,
"Dude they found him! They found Kurt!"
Philip's hands were steady on the steering wheel but the man's lips were quivering. Burt's fingers were digging into his thighs. The closer they got to the hospital the more restless he became. It's not until they were parking that Burt realized that he had no idea about Kurt's condition. Yes he knew his son was safe in a hospital but the doctor never told him if something was wrong. What if his son had been beaten? What if Kurt had been shot or had broken bones or internal bleeding? As soon as Mr. Anderson had parked Burt ran out of the car and into the hospital.
"Excuse me," he panted, "I'm looking for my son, Kurt-Kurt Hummel."
The nurse blinked at him, "The kidnapped boy?"
"Yes."
"The doctor is examining him and his friend," she said.
"Can I see him?"
The nurse shook her head, "Not until the doctor is done, no."
Burt felt his stomach drop, "Is he ok? What's wrong with Kurt? How is he?"
"I don't know Sir," Blaine's parents came running in at that moment followed by Carole and Finn, "If you'd like I could take you to Captain Harkness and Officer Andy."
"Did they find him?"
"Captain Harkness did," the nurse frowned and mumbled something under her breath, "Do you want to talk to them?"
"Yes!" Philip cried, "yes please."
"Alright," the nurse turned around, "follow me."
She led them down a hallway and pointed to what looked to be a waiting room.
"They're in there," she smiled at them, "I'll come by when the doctors done with his examinations."
"Thank you."
Carole touched his arm, "Did she tell you anything about Kurt and Blaine?"
"No," he looked at Philip and Maria, "she just said that the doctor was looking them over. They didn't tell me anything more."
"Well," Maria sniffled, "maybe-maybe the man who found him can tell us something."
"Yea, yea ok."
Finn was the one to open the door. Inside the waiting room was Mr. Davidson. Burt had dealt with the policeman the past four days. The other man was wearing an army coat. Burt didn't recognize him but there was something familiar about him.
"So then what are you going to tell the family then?" Officer Andy said. The man shrugged,
"I'm not telling them anything. You know the rules Andy," the man sat down, "the boys are safe anyways."
Andy blew out a breath, "They're not going to like it," the officer glared at the man, "why are you here anyways?"
The man growled, "Because I want to be."
"Excuse me," Burt moved forward, "I'm Burt-Kurt's father," he looked at the man, "you found my son?"
The man looked him up and down before extending his hand, "Captain Jack Harkness," Jack stood up, "and yes I did find your son."
Before Burt could say anything Maria launched herself at the Captain,
"Thank you!" she hugged him, "thank you, thank you!"
The captain blinked once before smiling.
"Just doing my job."
Mr. Anderson carefully pried his wife away from the captain.
"Captain," Burt licked his lips, "where-where were they? Are they ok?" Burt clenched his fists, "Did-did you find the people that kidnapped them?"
"From what I can tell both Blaine and Ia-"the captain coughed, "Kurt are alright."
Burt waited for a few seconds but Jack didn't say anything more.
"What happened?"
"I can't tell you that."
That threw Burt off, "What do you mean you can't tell me?"
Jack looked down at him, "Mr. Hummel, I'm sorry to say that I can't tell you anything about this case."
"You can't-"Burt gritted his teeth, "my son was kidnapped and-and you can't tell me anything?"
"I told you that your son is fine, Mr. Hummel."
"Can you at least tell me if the bastards who kidnapped them are-"
"They've been dealt with."
"Excuse me," the nurse entered the room, "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson? Your son is starting to wake up."
Maria and Philip moved forward.
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," Jack came up to Blaine's parents, "I'd like to speak to your son."
Philip nodded, "Of course, of course. You can come with us."
"I want to talk to Blaine alone."
"Well, that's fine-"
"Right now."
Everyone stared at Jack. Andy closed his eyes and ran his hand down his face.
"Honestly," Andy looked at Jack, "can't you let them see their son first?"
"You know how this works Andy," Jack turned to the nurse grinning, "Emily-"
The nurse growled and crossed her arms, "You know I'm getting sick of you waltzing into our hospital and doing whatever the hell you want, Harkness!"
"Oh," Jack grabbed his chest, "you wound me." Burt felt as if someone had poured fire on him, "you know the rules beautiful," Jack took out something from his pocket and flashed it to the nurse, "I promise I won't be long."
The nurse threw her hands up, "Fine! Just hurry it up."
"Whoa," Finn spoke, "are-can he do that? I mean-dude," he turned to Jack, "Burt and my Mom and Blaine's parents have kind of been waiting for this you know? Can't you like, wait your turn or something?"
"Unfortunately no," Jack shrugged, "look at it this way. The sooner I talk to Blaine, the quicker his parents can see him."
With a salute Jack went off. Burt turned to Officer Andy, "He can't do this!"
"Actually," Andy hissed, "he sort of can."
"Can't you," Mr. Anderson shook, "report him to your superior or something? This-this has to be against the law!"
"Uh," Andy chuckled, "see that's the thing-Captain Harkness doesn't work for us."
"Is he like, in the military?" Finn asked.
"Course not," the nurse scoffed, "he's Torchwood."
Burt froze, "Torchwood?"
"Mhmm," Emily nodded, "this organization here in Cardiff-they deal with strange things."
Torchwood-the word resonated in Burt's head. He's heard that word before.
"So he doesn't work for the police?" Mr. Anderson asked.
"No," Andy shook his head, "Captain Harkness deals with things that," the officer smacked his lips, "well that we can't deal with."
"I haven't seen my son in days and," Philip growled, "and this man just-"Maria grabbed her husband's hand, "he can't do that!"
"That's what I've been telling him!" the nurse scowled, "nothing we can do though."
Burt let himself fall into one of the chairs. Torchwood-he's heard of it. Burt is sure he's heard of whatever that is but he can't remember.
"How long will he be with our son?"
"I honestly don't know, Mrs. Anderson." Emily bit her lip, "I'm sorry that I can't do anything more. I'll call you when he's done."
After the nurse left Philip sat next to Burt.
"I-I don't understand why they won't let us see our son's-they've been missing for days and now we can't-why is he doing this?"
Burt closed his eyes and didn't answer.
()()()()()()()
Jack was standing outside of Blaine's room looking in. Blaine was half awake at best, eyes searching for something. When the boy looked towards the window Jack went in.
"Blaine Anderson?"
"Wha?" blinking Blaine looked up at him, eyes somewhat crossed, "what?"
"How are you feeling?"
Blaine sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Where am I?"
"You're at the hospital."
Groaning Blaine turned his face and stared at Jack confused.
"Who are you?"
Jack grinned, "What do you remember?"
"…I was at home," Blaine said, "I was at home and…and I was with-" his mouth fell open and he let out a terrified cry, "someone-someone was there and-oh my God Kurt! My boyfriend, Kurt was there and-"
"It's alright," Jack placed a hand on Blaine's arm, "don't worry about it. Your boyfriend is ok. He's in another room, sleeping."
Blaine slumped into the bed, shivering.
"What-what happened? Why-are we in a hospital?"
"You are," Jack grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, "I brought you and your boyfriend here."
"Why?"
"I found you guys close to mermaid bay, unconscious."
Blaine shook his head, "Mermaid bay? What happened?"
"That's why I'm here," Jack flashed his badge before resting his elbows on his knees, "To ask if you remembered anything."
Blaine ran his hand over his hair, "I-not really no. I remember," He blushed, "I remember kissing Kurt and this weird noise but-"he sighed, "I can't remember anything else. I'm sorry."
Jack smirked, "Don't worry about," he ruffled the boys hair, "all that matters is that you and your boyfriend are safe, right?"
"Can I see him? Can I see Kurt?"
"Maybe later-he hasn't woken up yet," Jack stood up, "for now get some rest. You're parents will be here soon."
Before Jack left Blaine called out to him,
"Hey Mr.…Mr.-"
"Captain," Jack said, "Captain Harkness."
Blaine smiled at him, "Thank you," he whispered voice sincere and eyes soft, "for bringing us here."
"No problem," Jack said, "I'm just glad you're alright. I was worried about you."
()()()()()()
Burt was pacing. It had been fifteen minute since that jerk had gone up to speak to Blaine and he had yet to come back down.
"God," Philip squeezed his nose, "how long is he going to take?"
Torchwood. Burt kept thinking about that word. He's heard about it before but where?
"I just want to see my son," Maria said, "I just want to see Blaine."
"Jack will be done soon," Andy rubbed his hands together, "there's no need to worry."
"Of course we're worried!" Burt shouted, "our son's were kidnapped and now that we found them some-some special ops or whatever bastard waltzes in and-and-"
"Ok," Andy raised his hands up, "I get it, alright but there really is nothing that I can do."
"Seriously?" Finn asked, "I mean, he's a captain right? Couldn't you like go to his…I don't know General or something like that?"
"He's the boss of Torchwood."
There was that name again. Burt knew that name.
"Are they like the CIA?"
"…I guess?"
The name Torchwood kept going around in circles inside Burt's head. He stepped out of the waiting room in search for a nurse.
"I didn't know that kidnapping case was related to Torchwood."
Burt froze.
"Me neither," Emily said, "but Harkness said that he found them near Mermaid bay."
The other nurse let out a snort, "I believe that," there was a pause, "know what I think? I think that well…either someTHING kidnapped those boys or," the nurse's voice dropped. Burt plastered himself closer to the wall and strained to listen,
"Or Jack and his team kidnapped them."
Burt stopped breathing.
"Wouldn't be the first time they've done that," Emily responded, "do you remember, a couple of years ago, a man came in with a gunshot wound and Harkness came in, badge flashing and whisked him away?"
"Yes! I can't stand that man."
"I don't think anybody can," Emily paused, "don't know what Torchwood would want with a couple of teenage boys though."
Heart racing Burt showed himself.
"What do you mean?"
Emily and the other nurse blinked at him,
"Mr. Hummel-"
"What does Torchwood do? Why do you think that they would kidnap my son?"
"Nobody knows what Torchwood does," the nurse said, "we just know that they deal with…odd things."
Aggravated Burt rubbed his chest.
"Odd things?"
"Yea," The nurse kept talking, despite Emily's glare, "all we know is that when Harkness comes to our hospital it's usually bad news for that patient-last one he came to pick up went missing. Still hasn't been found. Not to mention that when something freaky happens, Torchwood is always there."
"Rina!"
"What room is my son in?" Emily opened her mouth to respond, "And don't tell me that I can't go see him! I don't care what that man said!"
Nodding Emily motioned towards the elevators, "Third floor room 346. The door will be on your right," she patted his shoulder, "I'll send up Blaine's parents in a couple of minutes. Be careful."
"Thanks."
Burt went into the elevator. He was shaking.
-last one he came to pick up went missing. Still hasn't been found.
Inside the elevator Burt closed his eyes. He had to remember. He's heard about Torchwood before but where? Where has he heard about Torchwood?
Death by Torchwood
Burt's eyes snapped opened.
Death by Torchwood.
Kurt's drawings. Kurt's drawings that were full of death and weird creatures and robots.
Death by Torchwood.
Oh God it existed-that thing his son talked about existed and a member of it was alone with either Blaine or his son; and Burt also realized why Captain Harkness had looked familiar. Kurt had drawn him before.
"Come on, come on."
As soon as the elevator opened Burt stepped outside and started looking for his son's room.
Please be ok, Kurt. Please be ok.
()()()()()()
The retcon had worked perfectly. Blaine had no memory of Jack or of Torchwood which meant that Kurt would likewise have no memories of anything that had happened. After Jack had left Blaine alone he went into Kurt's room.
"Hi," Jack whispered, "you look a bit better," he looked outside the door to make sure that nobody was around before sitting down next to the bed, "You're Dad is probably gonna be here in a couple of minutes," Jack laughed, "he looks like a good man," he brushed his hand over Kurt's arm, "I'm glad you have a very loving family. You deserve it."
Kurt's hand twitched but he didn't wake up.
"You're going to be really happy," Jack took one of Kurt's hands, "I'm going to make sure of that. I promise Ianto," casting one last look at the door Jack quickly kissed the back of Kurt's hand.
"Get away from my son!"
Before Jack could turn around Burt grabbed him by the neck and threw him on the floor.
"Why are you here? What do you want?"
Burt fell on him, fists flying. Jack grabbed the man's arms and pushed him off. He looked back at Kurt but the boy was still sleeping.
"Get out of here!"
"Mr. Hummel-"
"I want you to leave!" Burt tried to hit him again but Jack dodged him easily, "I don't want you anywhere near my son or Blaine!"
"I just wanted-"
"OUT!" Burt pushed him, "I want you gone! I don't want you near my son again! Not you and not," he snarled, "whoever or whatever your working with!"
Jack frowned, "Working for?"
"Torchwood," Burt grabbed Jack by the coat, "I don't know what you do and I don't care," he pushed Jack away, "I just want you out of here."
"Mr. Hummel-"Kurt's father punched him in the face.
"Burt!"
Someone pulled Burt away. Jack stood up and wiped the blood off his mouth.
"What is going on in here?"
A doctor stepped into the room and looked between Burt and Jack.
"You again" the doctor shook his head, "I think you should leave, Captain Harkness."
Jack's eyes moved to Kurt and then to Burt. Licking his bloody lips Jack nodded.
"I'll be back later."
"No you-"
"I will," Jack's eyes met Burt's, "I'll come back later to talk with him," he smiled at the doctor, "always a pleasure Dr. Kass."
With a wink Jack walked out and into an elevator. As soon as the doors closed he winced and touched his split lip. That punch had mildly hurt.
"Jeez."
Jack didn't think Burt saw him kiss Kurt's hand.
"I don't know what you do and I don't care!"
There is no doubt in Jack's mind that somebody-probably one of the nurses-told Burt about what tended to happened when he showed up at the hospital. It didn't matter, really. He'd just have to wait until Burt was gone.
Chapter 10B
Disclaimer-Don't own Glee or Torchwood
Rating-Teen
Warnings-AU.Character death(Torchwood) Slash, Bullying and in later chapters maybe a bit of torture-Torchwood style. A couple of OC's.
Pairings-Eventual Kurt/Blaine Past Ianto/Jack-Past Gwen/Jack-Rhys/Gwen Unrequited Kurt/Jack.
Main Character/Focus-Kurt Hummel, his family and Blaine. Ianto in a weird way as well. Blaine comes in at Chapter 4
Spoilers-Basically Season 1-2 of both Glee and Torchwood. Some events will happen differently in this story than they did in the shows.
I love you, Ianto. I love you.
Chocking Kurt woke up, limbs flailing. Someone was trying to hold him down.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"Kurt it's me! It's me, Blaine!"
Going still Kurt opened his eyes, "B-Blaine?"
"Yea," his boyfriend grinned at him, "it's me Kurt. You're ok."
Kurt lunged himself at Blaine and started to cry.
"He-he-he was going to use that thing! He was going to put-put me in the mind-probe!"
Blaine held onto the other boy hands rubbing circles on Kurt's back.
"You're ok Kurt, you're ok."
"Did-I mean-did he go through with it?" Kurt looked horrified, "did he-was I?"
Even though Blaine didn't see Jack use whatever machine Kurt was talking about, he's pretty sure that it was used on his boyfriend. Blaine wondered if the reason Kurt didn't remember was of whatever John gave him. Or maybe it's because Kurt suffered some seizures.
"I don't think so," Blaine lied, "the others took you away," he tried to think of something, "you fainted I think. I-I don't know they wouldn't tell me anything."
Kurt sighed and buried his head in Blaine's neck.
"I was so scared, Blaine," he sniffled, "I was terrified. I thought," Kurt let out a sob, "I thought I was going to lose you like I lost her."
Blaine knew that Kurt was talking about Lisa. Or rather, Ianto's memories were talking about Lisa. He hugged Kurt tighter.
"Hey I'm ok," smiling Blaine kissed Kurt's check, "they didn't do anything to me."
"They didn't?" Kurt didn't sound convinced. Blaine couldn't blame him, "they didn't do anything to you?"
"Not a thing."
Kurt's shoulders sagged, "Good."
They spend a good twenty minutes just holding each other. Occasionally Kurt wriggled out of Blaine's embrace to look at his face, touch his arms and chest to make sure he was ok. Other times Blaine would frantically touch Kurt's head, almost as if he was expecting to find something. A little after 7 in the morning, someone knocked on the door. Kurt tried to push Blaine behind him but his boyfriend wouldn't allow it.
"It's Gwen," she opened the door and smiled at them, "I brought you guys some food."
Kurt refused to meet her eyes. Blaine nodded and took the bags from Gwen. When she reached the door Gwen hesitated and looked at Kurt. She started to take a step forward but Blaine shook his head. Nodding Gwen left.
"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked, "You haven't eaten in a long time."
Shrugging Kurt lied back down, "I'm not hungry."
"Please Kurt," Blaine opened up a box and pulled out a sandwich, "please. You haven't eaten anything," he pulled Kurt close, "at least try to eat some of it. For me?"
Kurt chuckled, "Fine," he sat up and smacked his lips together, "Huh God…my mouth feels gross," he sniffed, "I want a shower so badly."
Blaine swallowed his bite of food before speaking, "Yea, me too," he lowered his sandwich, "maybe…maybe they're going to let us go soon."
Picking at his sandwich Kurt sighed, "I don't think so," he scowled, "these people are insane."
"But," Blaine scooted closer, "I mean-why are they going to keep us here? We-we don't know anything," his voice shook a little, "we proved that we don't know anything."
"I want to go home," Kurt cried, "I just-I want to go home, Blaine." He turned to his boyfriend and grabbed his hand, "I want-I want us to go to the Lima Bean and go on a date and, and," Kurt shuddered, "I want to see Mercedes, and Tina, and Brittany," he laughed a little, "I even want to see Rachel again."
Blaine grinned and ran a hand down Kurt's cheek.
"I know," he licked his lips, "I want to see my friends too. And my parents-"
"Oh my God," Kurt's jaw dropped, "Oh my God, Blaine!" he gave out a cry, "my Dad! Carol, Finn!" Blaine blinked up at him, "what if my Dad had another heart attack? What if he's sick? What if-"Kurt pulled his hair, "no, no, he can't handle stress he's not ready-"
"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine stood up and grabbed his boyfriend's shoulder, "Look at me," he turned Kurt's head and looked into his eyes, "your father is strong-just like you. I'm sure he's fine."
"What if he's not? What if he's in the hospital and-and-"
Someone knocked on the door. Both Kurt and Blaine froze.
"Hello boys," John entered the room and looked at the food on the bed, "have you finished eating?"
"We are, yea."
Frowning John entered the room and picked up the food boxes.
"You don't want to finish your sandwich?"
Kurt didn't look at him, "I'm not hungry."
"Fair enough," John rolled his shoulders, "we need you guys to come out here."
"W-why?"
John clicked his tongue, "We just need you out here."
That said John left. Blaine and Kurt turned towards each other, their eyes wide. Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's hand.
"Together, right?"
"Together," Kurt repeated, gripping Blaine's hand hard. Taking a deep breath, Kurt led them out of the break room. John and Gwen were waiting a few feet away.
"Follow us, please."
Nervous Blaine and Kurt followed them to the medical bay. When they entered the bay Jack appeared. Gasping Kurt took a few steps back, pulling Blaine with him. Jack looked at them and motioned for them to take a seat. Blaine took the first step forward. Kurt remained frozen, eyes stuck on Jack.
"Come on Kurt," Blaine gently tugged his boyfriend's hand, "it's ok. I'm here Kurt, I'm here."
Whimpering Kurt clung to Blaine. They sat down on a stretcher.
"Blaine, Kurt," Jack said, "we're going to let you go."
"You are?" Blaine laughed, "Really? We get to home?" he looked at Kurt, "did you hear that Kurt? We're going home!"
Kurt blinked at Jack, "You're-you're going to let us go?"
"I am," Jack cocked his head, "but not before you boys drink this."
On a silver tray were two small glasses filled with a clear liquid.
"Retcon," Kurt whispered his voice scratchy and deep. Jack's lips twitched.
"Yes-retcon."
Blaine stared at the glasses, "What's retcon?"
"Alright," John stepped up next to Jack and clapped his hands, "here's the deal. We know that you boys aren't a threat to Torchwood," Blaine scowled and Kurt flinched, "so there is no reason for you to be here. However, we can't send you out into the world knowing that Torchwood exists."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say."
Jack opened his mouth but Kurt beat him to it,
"They're going to erase our memories."
"Erase-"Blaine felt lightheaded, "Kurt they can't do that," he laughed and looked around at the people surrounding them, "you can't do that?" Blaine swallowed, "right?"
"We can and we will," Jack said, "I can't allow two teenage boys to leave here knowing about Torchwood."
"I don't," Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt, "It's not like we're going to tell anybody. Nobody would believe us, I don't-I don't understand why you have to give that to us."
Jack put the tray down and walked closer to them. Immediately Kurt jumped up from his seat and stood in front of Blaine.
"Tell me something Blaine," Jack gently laid a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Blaine's breath hitched and Kurt flailed until Jack let go, "do you want to remember what happened here?"
Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt and sat him down on his lap.
"No-no I don't want to remember any of this I just," Kurt rubbed Blaine's neck, "I just want to go home."
Jack lifted a glass, "If you drink this, you won't remember anything," he looked Blaine right in the eye, "you won't remember my team, you won't' remember Torchwood," he smirked, "you won't remember me."
"I won't remember anything?" Blaine whispered, "Nothing at all? Not being kidnapped or," he winced, "or anything that came afterwards?"
"Nothing-you won't remember a thing as long you both shall live."
Jack paused and turned to Kurt with a sad expression on his face. His hands twitched.
"You'll always have his memories."
Kurt didn't look at Jack.
"There's nothing I can do about that," Jack fingered the glass, "but I can least save you from this memory. I can save you from what I did if only once," he presented the retcon to Kurt, "what do you say?"
Hand trembling Kurt took the glass from Jack's hand, careful not to touch the other man.
"Kurt," Blaine said, "what are you doing?" his boyfriend didn't respond. Kurt just stared at the liquid inside the glass.
"After you drink the retcon," Jack continued, "we'll take you both to a hospital. I'll call the cops from there and they can contact your families."
"We won't remember?" Blaine was having a hard time believing that, "for the rest of our life we won't remember anything?"
"That's the way it usually works, yes."
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "I want to go home." Kurt lowered his head, "I just want to go home."
Biting his lip Blain nuzzled Kurt's back.
"No memories?" he said, "no memories, no nightmares, no anything?"
"You might have nightmares," Jack shrugged, "they won't be about Torchwood though," he stared at Blaine, "you have my word."
Taking a deep breath Blaine closed his eyes. He really didn't want to drink that liquid. It could be a trap. That drink could be a type of poison that could kill them or paralyze them. Maybe Jack and his team would keep him and Kurt in the cells until they died.
"How can I trust you?" Blaine growled, "After everything you did how can we trust you?"
Jack grinned, "You want to get out of here don't you?" he held the glass up to Blaine, "drink it."
"Blaine," his boyfriend's eyes were dark when he looked at him, "trust me."
That said Kurt tipped the drink into his mouth and swallowed.
"Oh my God," Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes fluttered close, "what's happening?"
"This retcon puts you to sleep almost instantly," Jack said, "he's fine. His memories of Torchwood are being erased as we speak," he looked at the glass in Blaine's hand, "the sooner you drink it, the sooner you'll be back at home."
Trembling Blaine looked at Kurt and then his drink. He didn't trust Jack. He didn't trust the people that worked for Jack. He didn't know if this retcon thing would work or not. He didn't know much of anything.
Trust me
Closing his eyes Blaine drank the retcon. Two seconds later his body slumped forward. The last thing he heard was Jack saying,
"Everything is going to be ok, Ianto."
And then Blaine's world went black.
()()()()()()()
When Blaine dropped his glass Jack shot forward and grabbed Kurt before he could hit the floor. Ben caught Blaine.
"So," John crossed his arms, "what's the plan then? Do we call the police first or do we just show up at the hospital?"
Jack smiled down at Kurt, "Call Andy-tell him to meet us at the hospital," he frowned, "don't tell him why though."
"Alright," John cocked his head, "are you sure they won't remember anything?"
"Positive."
Arwen stepped forward, "Do you want me to take him or-?"
Jack shook his head, "No-I want you to check the rift manipulator," he nodded at Ben, "after you put Blaine in the SVU, I want you to help Arwen," Jack turned around, "I'll be back later."
"Jack," Gwen walked by his side, "can I-can I go with you?"
"Shouldn't you be with Rhys?"
Gwen glared at him, "I told him I needed to be here-that this would be the last day anyways."
"Did you tell him about Ianto?"
She shook her head, "I told him it had to do with Ianto but I didn't specify," Gwen sighed, "Rhys still misses him." Trembling Gwen reached out and pushed Kurt's hair back.
"He's-he's going to be happy, right?"
Jack nodded, "I'll make sure of it."
By the time Jack arrived at the SVU, Blaine was already strapped in the back. Jack carefully placed Kurt next to his boyfriend. Before he shut the door Jack took a piece of jewelry out of his coat pocket.
"Is that a bracelet?" Gwen asked. Jack ignored her and clipped the bracelet around Kurt's wrist. It was a dull silver color with a black gem stone in the middle. He had gotten it when he'd been traveling with the doctor. The bracelet had been a gift from Rose.
"It's very beautiful," Gwen touched it, "where did you get it?"
"A human colony in the future," Jack answered. He picked up Kurt's hand and placed a kiss on the younger boy's palm, "A friend gave it to me."
"Oh." Gwen stepped forward, "Bye Ianto," she twisted her hands behind her back, "I hope you have a good life."
Jack grabbed her shoulder and gently pulled her back.
"I need to go meet Andy," Jack closed the car door, "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Call me if there's an emergency."
Gwen nodded and looked on as Jack climbed into the driver's seat and drove off. When the SUV disappeared from sight Gwen closed the garage door and went back into the hub.
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The hospital was twenty minutes away from the hub but Jack arrived in ten minutes. There was no doubt in his mind that Detective Swanson would be calling him later on in the day to give him a talking to but Jack didn't really care. When he arrived at the hospital Andy was waiting outside.
"There you are," he walked up to the SVU, "what's going on this time then?"
Jack got out of the car and walked to the passenger side.
"No doubt you heard about those two boys that were kidnapped."
Andy blinked and then groaned, "Oh God," he looked up at the sky, "It had something to do with your spooky do's didn't it?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Jack opened the car, "mind helping me?"
Hesitantly Andy stepped forward and unbuckled Blaine before lifting him up.
"You've got the other on then?"
Jack reached inside the car to get Kurt.
"I'll call the station after we drop them off," Andy sighed, "hope you guys have a cover story ready," he paused, "you going to stick around until the parents come?"
Jack looked down at Kurt, "Yes," he muttered, "yes I think I will."
"Good news that," they entered the hospital, "Mr. Hummel's been driving us crazy."
That got Jack's attention, "Really?"
"Oh yea," Andy motioned to a nurse, "ever since he arrived from the states he's been coming to the station every day, yelling at us to do something. He's been going around the city with a picture of his kid, asking people if they'd seen him. Put up a bunch of fliers too."
"Did he," Jack's grip on Kurt stiffened, "You know I won't be able to say anything."
"But you have a cover story, don't you?"
Jack saw two stretchers coming towards them, "Not this time."
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Four days-It had been four days since Burt arrived in Wales. Four days since his son had been kidnapped along with Blaine. Four days and Burt was slowly going insane.
"Burt," Carole touched his shoulder, "I made you some breakfast."
"I'm not hungry."
"Honey," she sat down next to him, "you haven't eaten much these past couple of days," Carole's voice was shaking, "please eat something Burt-please."
"I can't," Burt rubbed his eyes, "I just-I need to find him, Carole."
"And we will," Carole said, "but you need to eat, Burt," she tried to smile, "you'll need it for when we go out to put up those fliers."
Burt stood up and ran a hand over his head, "Nobody in this goddamn city has seen him," he growled, "the police have no clue and-"he looked to his left and right, "yesterday when I went out, a woman told me something."
"What?"
"She told me that-that people go missing in Cardiff all the time."
Carole face paled, "Honey people go missing all the time in-in any country and in any city," she touched his hand, "come on-we'll go down and eat before we go back out ok?"
The phone rang. Burt launched himself at the device,
"Hello?"
"Good morning," a woman said, "I'm looking for Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel please."
Burt started quaking, "I'm Mr. Hummel."
"Mr. Hummel this is Dr. Kass from St. David Hospital. I'm calling to tell you that your son and Blaine Anderson have been brought here."
Laughing Burt fell to his knees, "Are-really? He's-they're at the hospital? My son is-he's ok? He's alive?"
"Yes sir. An officer and the man who brought them here are waiting for you and Blaine's parents to arrive."
"We'll be right there." Hanging up the phone Burt stood up and hugged Carole, tears streaming down his face,
"They found him, Carole! They found my son! They found him and Blaine," he gasped, "they're-they're at St. David."
Carole stated to cry, "Oh God Burt-"her eyes widen, "I'll get Finn. You go, go and get Philip and Maria," she kissed Burt's cheek before running out of the room, shouting for Finn. Stumbling Burt ran down the stairs, calling out,
"Phillip! Phillip!"
Mr. Anderson came running from the kitchen,
"What's wrong?"
"They-they found Kurt and Blaine," Burt panted, "they found him they," Burt's eyes started to sting, "they're at the hospital-St. David."
Maria appeared next to her husband, eyes wide.
"They found him? They found my son?"
Burt nodded. Phillip dug into his pocket,
"C-come o-n," he stuttered, "Let's go."
"Burt!" Finn came running down the stairs, a huge smile on his face, "is it true? Did they find him? Did they find Kurt and Blaine?"
"Yes," Burt felt as if his heart would explode, "they're at the hospital," Carole came down, "come on-we need to go."
They all piled into the car, with Burt and Philip in the front. Maria and Carole sat in the back crying and giggling. Finn was talking to somebody on the phone,
"Dude they found him! They found Kurt!"
Philip's hands were steady on the steering wheel but the man's lips were quivering. Burt's fingers were digging into his thighs. The closer they got to the hospital the more restless he became. It's not until they were parking that Burt realized that he had no idea about Kurt's condition. Yes he knew his son was safe in a hospital but the doctor never told him if something was wrong. What if his son had been beaten? What if Kurt had been shot or had broken bones or internal bleeding? As soon as Mr. Anderson had parked Burt ran out of the car and into the hospital.
"Excuse me," he panted, "I'm looking for my son, Kurt-Kurt Hummel."
The nurse blinked at him, "The kidnapped boy?"
"Yes."
"The doctor is examining him and his friend," she said.
"Can I see him?"
The nurse shook her head, "Not until the doctor is done, no."
Burt felt his stomach drop, "Is he ok? What's wrong with Kurt? How is he?"
"I don't know Sir," Blaine's parents came running in at that moment followed by Carole and Finn, "If you'd like I could take you to Captain Harkness and Officer Andy."
"Did they find him?"
"Captain Harkness did," the nurse frowned and mumbled something under her breath, "Do you want to talk to them?"
"Yes!" Philip cried, "yes please."
"Alright," the nurse turned around, "follow me."
She led them down a hallway and pointed to what looked to be a waiting room.
"They're in there," she smiled at them, "I'll come by when the doctors done with his examinations."
"Thank you."
Carole touched his arm, "Did she tell you anything about Kurt and Blaine?"
"No," he looked at Philip and Maria, "she just said that the doctor was looking them over. They didn't tell me anything more."
"Well," Maria sniffled, "maybe-maybe the man who found him can tell us something."
"Yea, yea ok."
Finn was the one to open the door. Inside the waiting room was Mr. Davidson. Burt had dealt with the policeman the past four days. The other man was wearing an army coat. Burt didn't recognize him but there was something familiar about him.
"So then what are you going to tell the family then?" Officer Andy said. The man shrugged,
"I'm not telling them anything. You know the rules Andy," the man sat down, "the boys are safe anyways."
Andy blew out a breath, "They're not going to like it," the officer glared at the man, "why are you here anyways?"
The man growled, "Because I want to be."
"Excuse me," Burt moved forward, "I'm Burt-Kurt's father," he looked at the man, "you found my son?"
The man looked him up and down before extending his hand, "Captain Jack Harkness," Jack stood up, "and yes I did find your son."
Before Burt could say anything Maria launched herself at the Captain,
"Thank you!" she hugged him, "thank you, thank you!"
The captain blinked once before smiling.
"Just doing my job."
Mr. Anderson carefully pried his wife away from the captain.
"Captain," Burt licked his lips, "where-where were they? Are they ok?" Burt clenched his fists, "Did-did you find the people that kidnapped them?"
"From what I can tell both Blaine and Ia-"the captain coughed, "Kurt are alright."
Burt waited for a few seconds but Jack didn't say anything more.
"What happened?"
"I can't tell you that."
That threw Burt off, "What do you mean you can't tell me?"
Jack looked down at him, "Mr. Hummel, I'm sorry to say that I can't tell you anything about this case."
"You can't-"Burt gritted his teeth, "my son was kidnapped and-and you can't tell me anything?"
"I told you that your son is fine, Mr. Hummel."
"Can you at least tell me if the bastards who kidnapped them are-"
"They've been dealt with."
"Excuse me," the nurse entered the room, "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson? Your son is starting to wake up."
Maria and Philip moved forward.
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," Jack came up to Blaine's parents, "I'd like to speak to your son."
Philip nodded, "Of course, of course. You can come with us."
"I want to talk to Blaine alone."
"Well, that's fine-"
"Right now."
Everyone stared at Jack. Andy closed his eyes and ran his hand down his face.
"Honestly," Andy looked at Jack, "can't you let them see their son first?"
"You know how this works Andy," Jack turned to the nurse grinning, "Emily-"
The nurse growled and crossed her arms, "You know I'm getting sick of you waltzing into our hospital and doing whatever the hell you want, Harkness!"
"Oh," Jack grabbed his chest, "you wound me." Burt felt as if someone had poured fire on him, "you know the rules beautiful," Jack took out something from his pocket and flashed it to the nurse, "I promise I won't be long."
The nurse threw her hands up, "Fine! Just hurry it up."
"Whoa," Finn spoke, "are-can he do that? I mean-dude," he turned to Jack, "Burt and my Mom and Blaine's parents have kind of been waiting for this you know? Can't you like, wait your turn or something?"
"Unfortunately no," Jack shrugged, "look at it this way. The sooner I talk to Blaine, the quicker his parents can see him."
With a salute Jack went off. Burt turned to Officer Andy, "He can't do this!"
"Actually," Andy hissed, "he sort of can."
"Can't you," Mr. Anderson shook, "report him to your superior or something? This-this has to be against the law!"
"Uh," Andy chuckled, "see that's the thing-Captain Harkness doesn't work for us."
"Is he like, in the military?" Finn asked.
"Course not," the nurse scoffed, "he's Torchwood."
Burt froze, "Torchwood?"
"Mhmm," Emily nodded, "this organization here in Cardiff-they deal with strange things."
Torchwood-the word resonated in Burt's head. He's heard that word before.
"So he doesn't work for the police?" Mr. Anderson asked.
"No," Andy shook his head, "Captain Harkness deals with things that," the officer smacked his lips, "well that we can't deal with."
"I haven't seen my son in days and," Philip growled, "and this man just-"Maria grabbed her husband's hand, "he can't do that!"
"That's what I've been telling him!" the nurse scowled, "nothing we can do though."
Burt let himself fall into one of the chairs. Torchwood-he's heard of it. Burt is sure he's heard of whatever that is but he can't remember.
"How long will he be with our son?"
"I honestly don't know, Mrs. Anderson." Emily bit her lip, "I'm sorry that I can't do anything more. I'll call you when he's done."
After the nurse left Philip sat next to Burt.
"I-I don't understand why they won't let us see our son's-they've been missing for days and now we can't-why is he doing this?"
Burt closed his eyes and didn't answer.
()()()()()()()
Jack was standing outside of Blaine's room looking in. Blaine was half awake at best, eyes searching for something. When the boy looked towards the window Jack went in.
"Blaine Anderson?"
"Wha?" blinking Blaine looked up at him, eyes somewhat crossed, "what?"
"How are you feeling?"
Blaine sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Where am I?"
"You're at the hospital."
Groaning Blaine turned his face and stared at Jack confused.
"Who are you?"
Jack grinned, "What do you remember?"
"…I was at home," Blaine said, "I was at home and…and I was with-" his mouth fell open and he let out a terrified cry, "someone-someone was there and-oh my God Kurt! My boyfriend, Kurt was there and-"
"It's alright," Jack placed a hand on Blaine's arm, "don't worry about it. Your boyfriend is ok. He's in another room, sleeping."
Blaine slumped into the bed, shivering.
"What-what happened? Why-are we in a hospital?"
"You are," Jack grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, "I brought you and your boyfriend here."
"Why?"
"I found you guys close to mermaid bay, unconscious."
Blaine shook his head, "Mermaid bay? What happened?"
"That's why I'm here," Jack flashed his badge before resting his elbows on his knees, "To ask if you remembered anything."
Blaine ran his hand over his hair, "I-not really no. I remember," He blushed, "I remember kissing Kurt and this weird noise but-"he sighed, "I can't remember anything else. I'm sorry."
Jack smirked, "Don't worry about," he ruffled the boys hair, "all that matters is that you and your boyfriend are safe, right?"
"Can I see him? Can I see Kurt?"
"Maybe later-he hasn't woken up yet," Jack stood up, "for now get some rest. You're parents will be here soon."
Before Jack left Blaine called out to him,
"Hey Mr.…Mr.-"
"Captain," Jack said, "Captain Harkness."
Blaine smiled at him, "Thank you," he whispered voice sincere and eyes soft, "for bringing us here."
"No problem," Jack said, "I'm just glad you're alright. I was worried about you."
()()()()()()
Burt was pacing. It had been fifteen minute since that jerk had gone up to speak to Blaine and he had yet to come back down.
"God," Philip squeezed his nose, "how long is he going to take?"
Torchwood. Burt kept thinking about that word. He's heard about it before but where?
"I just want to see my son," Maria said, "I just want to see Blaine."
"Jack will be done soon," Andy rubbed his hands together, "there's no need to worry."
"Of course we're worried!" Burt shouted, "our son's were kidnapped and now that we found them some-some special ops or whatever bastard waltzes in and-and-"
"Ok," Andy raised his hands up, "I get it, alright but there really is nothing that I can do."
"Seriously?" Finn asked, "I mean, he's a captain right? Couldn't you like go to his…I don't know General or something like that?"
"He's the boss of Torchwood."
There was that name again. Burt knew that name.
"Are they like the CIA?"
"…I guess?"
The name Torchwood kept going around in circles inside Burt's head. He stepped out of the waiting room in search for a nurse.
"I didn't know that kidnapping case was related to Torchwood."
Burt froze.
"Me neither," Emily said, "but Harkness said that he found them near Mermaid bay."
The other nurse let out a snort, "I believe that," there was a pause, "know what I think? I think that well…either someTHING kidnapped those boys or," the nurse's voice dropped. Burt plastered himself closer to the wall and strained to listen,
"Or Jack and his team kidnapped them."
Burt stopped breathing.
"Wouldn't be the first time they've done that," Emily responded, "do you remember, a couple of years ago, a man came in with a gunshot wound and Harkness came in, badge flashing and whisked him away?"
"Yes! I can't stand that man."
"I don't think anybody can," Emily paused, "don't know what Torchwood would want with a couple of teenage boys though."
Heart racing Burt showed himself.
"What do you mean?"
Emily and the other nurse blinked at him,
"Mr. Hummel-"
"What does Torchwood do? Why do you think that they would kidnap my son?"
"Nobody knows what Torchwood does," the nurse said, "we just know that they deal with…odd things."
Aggravated Burt rubbed his chest.
"Odd things?"
"Yea," The nurse kept talking, despite Emily's glare, "all we know is that when Harkness comes to our hospital it's usually bad news for that patient-last one he came to pick up went missing. Still hasn't been found. Not to mention that when something freaky happens, Torchwood is always there."
"Rina!"
"What room is my son in?" Emily opened her mouth to respond, "And don't tell me that I can't go see him! I don't care what that man said!"
Nodding Emily motioned towards the elevators, "Third floor room 346. The door will be on your right," she patted his shoulder, "I'll send up Blaine's parents in a couple of minutes. Be careful."
"Thanks."
Burt went into the elevator. He was shaking.
-last one he came to pick up went missing. Still hasn't been found.
Inside the elevator Burt closed his eyes. He had to remember. He's heard about Torchwood before but where? Where has he heard about Torchwood?
Death by Torchwood
Burt's eyes snapped opened.
Death by Torchwood.
Kurt's drawings. Kurt's drawings that were full of death and weird creatures and robots.
Death by Torchwood.
Oh God it existed-that thing his son talked about existed and a member of it was alone with either Blaine or his son; and Burt also realized why Captain Harkness had looked familiar. Kurt had drawn him before.
"Come on, come on."
As soon as the elevator opened Burt stepped outside and started looking for his son's room.
Please be ok, Kurt. Please be ok.
()()()()()()
The retcon had worked perfectly. Blaine had no memory of Jack or of Torchwood which meant that Kurt would likewise have no memories of anything that had happened. After Jack had left Blaine alone he went into Kurt's room.
"Hi," Jack whispered, "you look a bit better," he looked outside the door to make sure that nobody was around before sitting down next to the bed, "You're Dad is probably gonna be here in a couple of minutes," Jack laughed, "he looks like a good man," he brushed his hand over Kurt's arm, "I'm glad you have a very loving family. You deserve it."
Kurt's hand twitched but he didn't wake up.
"You're going to be really happy," Jack took one of Kurt's hands, "I'm going to make sure of that. I promise Ianto," casting one last look at the door Jack quickly kissed the back of Kurt's hand.
"Get away from my son!"
Before Jack could turn around Burt grabbed him by the neck and threw him on the floor.
"Why are you here? What do you want?"
Burt fell on him, fists flying. Jack grabbed the man's arms and pushed him off. He looked back at Kurt but the boy was still sleeping.
"Get out of here!"
"Mr. Hummel-"
"I want you to leave!" Burt tried to hit him again but Jack dodged him easily, "I don't want you anywhere near my son or Blaine!"
"I just wanted-"
"OUT!" Burt pushed him, "I want you gone! I don't want you near my son again! Not you and not," he snarled, "whoever or whatever your working with!"
Jack frowned, "Working for?"
"Torchwood," Burt grabbed Jack by the coat, "I don't know what you do and I don't care," he pushed Jack away, "I just want you out of here."
"Mr. Hummel-"Kurt's father punched him in the face.
"Burt!"
Someone pulled Burt away. Jack stood up and wiped the blood off his mouth.
"What is going on in here?"
A doctor stepped into the room and looked between Burt and Jack.
"You again" the doctor shook his head, "I think you should leave, Captain Harkness."
Jack's eyes moved to Kurt and then to Burt. Licking his bloody lips Jack nodded.
"I'll be back later."
"No you-"
"I will," Jack's eyes met Burt's, "I'll come back later to talk with him," he smiled at the doctor, "always a pleasure Dr. Kass."
With a wink Jack walked out and into an elevator. As soon as the doors closed he winced and touched his split lip. That punch had mildly hurt.
"Jeez."
Jack didn't think Burt saw him kiss Kurt's hand.
"I don't know what you do and I don't care!"
There is no doubt in Jack's mind that somebody-probably one of the nurses-told Burt about what tended to happened when he showed up at the hospital. It didn't matter, really. He'd just have to wait until Burt was gone.
Chapter 10B