New WIP Fic: Gilt Cage. Fandom Torchwood/Doctor Who crossover Part 26
Rating: Adult Only
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/other.
Summary: Ianto has an historic stalker.
Warning: swearing, m/m kissing. Sex. A many of you have guess this in now an MPREG.
Just a reminder I do not own Torchwood, or Doctor some &%^@( jerk .... Well, just to let you know I make no money and only intend this for entertainment.
Spoliers from The House of the Dead and Children of Earth belong to BBC and others.
This story takes place shortly after Meat. I liked the episode but it left a few question for me at the end.
The feedback and comments have been great and feed the muse. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 26
Jack came back to the main control room after searching throughout the TARDIS for signs of anyone. Well, he searched as far as he dare. He didn’t feel like getting lost inside the trans-dimensional ship. He looked around at the TARDIS. The green glow was a far cry from the bronzed interior he remembered on his first trip in the old girl.
He called out again for the Doctor or one of his companions. All he heard was echoes.
The whole situation reminded his far too much of his time back on the Space Station 5. He was came back to life he was shocked to discover that he was the only living person on the whole base and worse than that he had been abandoned by the Doctor and Rose. Sure, now he knew why the Doctor had left him and it still left a little hurt in his heart but at the time he thought they believed him to be dead. Now here he was worried that people he cared about were dead.
His heart skipped a beat when he thought about Ianto dead or maybe even worse. “No, I’m not going to go there. Ianto is a strong man, he’s been through a lot in his life, and he’ll make it through this too.”
Jack caressed the main console. “Okay, sweetheart, why don’t you tell me where the Doctor and the rest of his little gang have gotten off to? We have a rescue mission to get underway.”
A blown rescue; it was his biggest nightmare come to life. He knew he should have fought harder to come with the Doctor. An empty TARDIS returning to him was more proof to him that Ianto had been taken by someone dangerous and deadly. He knew he should be worrying about the Doctor and he was but if it came down to a choice he knew who would win, and it wasn’t the Doctor.
But who took Ianto, and why?
The universe knew he had a lot of enemies before he settled on Earth, and he had made just as many working for Torchwood but the list was small when it came to those who knew that taking Ianto would be like ripping his heart out.
The irony being that he didn’t even know how much the young man meant until he was gone. Just went to prove that there is truth behind sayings like you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
Sure, he cared about Ianto but he cared about all of his team, didn’t he?
Jack jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He spun around quickly realizing it was a television screen turning on.
“Oh my God,” he gasped when he saw himself. He was in the boiler room of the Valiant talking to Tish. She had a tin bowl. He shuddered; it was probably cold mash swede.
“So where are you going to go on this date?” Tish Jones asked. “You must have thought about it.”
“Not like I haven’t had time to much of anything else. Ianto loves movies and maybe dinner before. There are a lot of good restaurants around the Quay.”
“Not very romantic,” she said, giving him a spoonful.
“He’s a guy, we aren’t all that romantic. Besides it would be a good place to start for a first date. I don’t want to scare him off. I plan to take things slow, do things a little differently. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a kiss goodnight.”
“It’s amazing how just talking about him makes your eyes light up.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it gives me hope that maybe someday this nightmare will be over and we can go back to worrying about simple things like first dates and good night kisses.”
The vision went blank.
Jack struggled to breathe, remembering how he had clung to the hope of seeing Ianto. He could still see every one of his tortured and maimed teammates, all but Ianto. Ianto had caused the Master so many conniptions. He had never been more proud of his young lover.
When the year rewound, he had been full of plans as he had headed back to Cardiff. He had been honest about why he came back but the look of disbelief on Ianto’s made him backtrack a little and say he came back for everyone. He should have stuck with his first words. Let everybody and Ianto know how much he cared about the young Welshman.
It had taken him a surprisingly large amount of courage to ask Ianto out for that movie and dinner. He had sounded like some stuttering teenager with a crush. You would have thought he was going into his first battle.
He wasn’t all that wrong, when he remembered the threat of frostbite he was in danger of getting from Ianto when they had been alone in that office looking for those stupid radiation cluster bombs of Hart’s.
“And I never did take him out for that date,” Jack moaned. They shared meals but pizza after a night of weevil hunting wasn’t the romantic evening he had wanted. “Okay, Tish, so some of us men can do romance.”
He wandered around the centre console. “Why show me this? I know I screwed up things with Ianto, believe me, I don’t need you to show me that. We’re supposed to be rescuing him and the Doctor. Where are you taking me?”
The screen flashed again. There was a star map. “Is this where we’re headed? Kneddler system? I’ve never heard of it. What year?”
There was no answer forth coming. “Damn it, what the hell is going on?”
Jack was getting pissed off, partly because he didn’t like being in the dark but more so because he was scared of what or who took Ianto and if they managed to get one over on the Doctor they must be pretty damn smart or lucky.
He felt a calming presence brush against in his mind. He had felt it before during the year that never was. Somehow he and the TARDIS managed to keep each other sane through some of the most horrible moments that anyone could imagine let alone live through.
“I love you.
“Don’t.”
Jack looked up at the screen. It was Ianto and he in a lover’s embrace but it wasn’t one he recognized. He looked at Ianto. “No! How is this possible? He’s dying. You have to get me there now.”
Jack punched at the centre column, the crunch he heard and the pain exploding in his hand cleared some of his grief and worry.
He looked closer at the image. He could just make out a date in the corner of the picture. “2009. Wait, this hasn’t happened? Are you showing me a possible future? Why? You shouldn’t be doing that, you can’t play with time. Not that is stops the Doctor from monkeying around with things he shouldn’t. I can fix this but first we have to find him.”
He sat down on the floor of the TARDIS. The greenish glow gave the ship an underwater feel, making it feel even more alien feel.
“I often thought about getting Martha to call the Doctor, asking him to give Ianto a trip off world. Just so he could see that not all aliens are evil or ugly. That’s all that we seem to get on our side of the rift, the worse scum of the universe. My apologies to Will Smith. But there never seemed to be a good time. The rift was always spewing out something, and if it wasn’t the rift then it seemed to be tourist season. For some reason 21st century Cardiff is a big drawn for Polgariffic travel agents.”
He flexed his hand. He could feel all the bones knitting back together again. Once again proof that he was a freak.
He could feel a vibe of disappointment coming from the ship. “I know. I shouldn’t think that way but it’s true. What kind of life can I offer Ianto? I’ve gone through this before, I even have a kid but it never works out. They always end up angry at me because I can’t grow old with them.”
Jack got to his feet. “I never was supposed to think of Ianto as anything more than a nice piece of ass that looked good in a suit. All he wanted was to figure out a way to save his girlfriend but somehow it all changed between us and I don’t know if it’s for the best or not. I should just retcon him and let him make a normal life, fall in love and have a couple of kids. They would be damn beautiful too.”
He wandered around letting his fingers trail along the rail of the TARDIS. He gave her a gentle pat. He smiled at the affection he felt from her.
“Daddy! Wait for me.”
Jack froze at the voice. He glanced up at the screen. It wasn’t Melissa. He shook his head. He meant Alice.
She had been blonde, almost white until she turned twelve. The child in the video was dark haired, and a boy, around five he would say.
“I’m waiting Champ.”
It was a good thing he was immortal because the heart attack he felt coming was going to kill him. He watched as an older version of himself bent down taking the little boy into his arms. He felt tears pricking at the corner of his eyes when the little boy placed a hand on each of his cheeks. It was how he used to get his own father’s attention when he needed the older man to listen to him.
“Daddy, we have to wait for Taddy and sissy. She needed another change. Babies are stinky.”
“Taddy?” Jack whispered. That was Welsh for dad. In spite of what Ianto thought he did know a few words.
“You were once a baby too, Champ,” the Jack in the video said.
“And a very stinky one too, as I remember.”
Jack raced to the vid screen. He ran his fingers over the image of his lover. “Ianto! But how is this possible?”
Ianto looked a little older, maybe mid thirties but he was still as handsome as ever. He was pushing a pram, and carrying a very tiny baby in a mint green sling that covered his chest. Jack recognized it; it was from the 51st century. Did one fall through the rift?
He paced around the TARDIS trying to make sense of all that he had seen. “So this is the future obviously but so was the one you showed me with Ianto dying.”
The vision faded and was replaced by black.
“What the hell are you showing me? I would never have a child not with Ianto. Not with anyone. It hurts too much to watch them hate you when they realize how different you are to other parents. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have one with him if he’s going to go and die on me. I won’t be a single parent.”
Jack tried to push the TARDIS out of his head. Her comforting vibes were not welcomed. Not when he was so confused. How could he and Ianto be parents?
In moments of weakness he let himself have day dreams about what it would be like to have a baby with Ianto. But that’s all they could be was dreams. Torchwood wasn’t conducive to raising kids that was the one thing he and Lucia had agreed on.
It had hurt watching them leave but having them stay would have hurt even more once he found the Doctor and left.
“I really didn’t need this walk down memory lane or future lane either. No one needs to be reminded about their failures. That’s the one thing about a never ending life, you will always have regrets and you’ll never be able to put them to rest either.”
He sank back down to the floor. He felt like his life was about to take a big turn but he had no idea if it was a good change or a bad one.
He tried to lose himself in thoughts about a little boy with Ianto’s button nose and a little girl with his smile and Ianto’s sense of humour but his past relationships failures kept intruding.
“Are we just about there, pretty lady?” He asked the ship, was starting to get antsy.
Jack had never been one for spending a lot of time alone, it led to bad things like self-reflection and sleep was never something he took pleasure from, not even when he could get a full night’s sleep.
He was considering dusting or maybe pulling out the engine for a good cleaning when he felt a familiar thump telling me that they had finally reached their destination.
Jack checked his Webley, grabbed his coat took a deep breath and opened the door. He was here to get Ianto back and find an errant Time Lord and company that’s all. No more thinking about what ifs
The two moons shining high in the sky meant he wouldn’t need a torch to find his way around. He looked around the ship had landed in a large open grassy area. Perhaps a large yard or garden.
He took a deep breath; he could smell jasmine and lavender. It helped to calm him a little.
He opened up his manipulator and started looking for the tracking device he had placed on Ianto when he had been suspended after the whole Lisa affair. He hadn’t made up his mind whether to kill Ianto, retcon him, or applaud him for having gotten one over on Captain Jack Harkness. But the one thing he knew was at the time was that Ianto was a flight. The young man could have disappeared into the thick Welsh fog either to get away from his punishment or to commit suicide neither of which sat well with his boss.
So Jack got Owen to slip a small transmitter under Ianto’s skin when he gave him a blood test. The excuse that had been given was to make sure Ianto wasn’t under any alien influences.
The signal was strong, and coming from straight ahead.
He made sure the Webley was drawn. He followed the path keeping his eyes open for possible booby traps.
The signal continued getting stronger and he walked toward a large house shining in the moonlight. He was all prepared to deal with a sophisticated alarm system but nothing registered on his wristband.
He approached the stairs that led to a large veranda and when nothing happened he headed inside. He kept waiting for a siren, or some indication he had tripped the warning system.
He opened the door and hit the deck when the lights came on. He rolled behind the table, and came up with his gun ready. He searched the room, a kitchen obviously, an empty room at that. He listened carefully, thankful for 51st century hearing.
There was nothing but the sounds of a normal house; the whirs and beeps of equipment. He checked his wrist strap, Ianto was still. He hadn’t moved at all. There were several other life signs in the house including one with Ianto.
What kind of kidnapping was this? No guards and no security.
Once he settled his heart back down, he left the kitchen hot on the trail. The lights went off as he left the room. He quickly punched a few buttons making sure no more lights would suddenly go on scaring the crap out of him and alerting anyone who might wander by.
He headed down a long hall and headed for the stairs. He gave a passing notice to the finery surrounding him. Whoever had taken Ianto had good taste, well, taking Ianto alone showed that.
He followed the information on his strap, it showed that he was getting closer and closer with each step. Finally he was standing outside a well built wood door.
He checked for any kind of locks, once again nothing. He turned the old fashioned doorknob.
The door swung open easily. There was a large bed dominating the room. Jack froze when he saw there were two bodies in the bed. One he knew was Ianto’s and the other? His minds went black with the possibilities the most obvious one was that he had been raped.
He gave up any pretence of stealth, all he wanted was revenge. He pulled back the blankets and roared at the man lying next to his Ianto. It was the last thing he saw before he felt the blast enter his head was his own face staring at him with fury in his eyes.
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TBC
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/other.
Summary: Ianto has an historic stalker.
Warning: swearing, m/m kissing. Sex. A many of you have guess this in now an MPREG.
Just a reminder I do not own Torchwood, or Doctor some &%^@( jerk .... Well, just to let you know I make no money and only intend this for entertainment.
Spoliers from The House of the Dead and Children of Earth belong to BBC and others.
This story takes place shortly after Meat. I liked the episode but it left a few question for me at the end.
The feedback and comments have been great and feed the muse. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 26
Jack came back to the main control room after searching throughout the TARDIS for signs of anyone. Well, he searched as far as he dare. He didn’t feel like getting lost inside the trans-dimensional ship. He looked around at the TARDIS. The green glow was a far cry from the bronzed interior he remembered on his first trip in the old girl.
He called out again for the Doctor or one of his companions. All he heard was echoes.
The whole situation reminded his far too much of his time back on the Space Station 5. He was came back to life he was shocked to discover that he was the only living person on the whole base and worse than that he had been abandoned by the Doctor and Rose. Sure, now he knew why the Doctor had left him and it still left a little hurt in his heart but at the time he thought they believed him to be dead. Now here he was worried that people he cared about were dead.
His heart skipped a beat when he thought about Ianto dead or maybe even worse. “No, I’m not going to go there. Ianto is a strong man, he’s been through a lot in his life, and he’ll make it through this too.”
Jack caressed the main console. “Okay, sweetheart, why don’t you tell me where the Doctor and the rest of his little gang have gotten off to? We have a rescue mission to get underway.”
A blown rescue; it was his biggest nightmare come to life. He knew he should have fought harder to come with the Doctor. An empty TARDIS returning to him was more proof to him that Ianto had been taken by someone dangerous and deadly. He knew he should be worrying about the Doctor and he was but if it came down to a choice he knew who would win, and it wasn’t the Doctor.
But who took Ianto, and why?
The universe knew he had a lot of enemies before he settled on Earth, and he had made just as many working for Torchwood but the list was small when it came to those who knew that taking Ianto would be like ripping his heart out.
The irony being that he didn’t even know how much the young man meant until he was gone. Just went to prove that there is truth behind sayings like you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
Sure, he cared about Ianto but he cared about all of his team, didn’t he?
Jack jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He spun around quickly realizing it was a television screen turning on.
“Oh my God,” he gasped when he saw himself. He was in the boiler room of the Valiant talking to Tish. She had a tin bowl. He shuddered; it was probably cold mash swede.
“So where are you going to go on this date?” Tish Jones asked. “You must have thought about it.”
“Not like I haven’t had time to much of anything else. Ianto loves movies and maybe dinner before. There are a lot of good restaurants around the Quay.”
“Not very romantic,” she said, giving him a spoonful.
“He’s a guy, we aren’t all that romantic. Besides it would be a good place to start for a first date. I don’t want to scare him off. I plan to take things slow, do things a little differently. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a kiss goodnight.”
“It’s amazing how just talking about him makes your eyes light up.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it gives me hope that maybe someday this nightmare will be over and we can go back to worrying about simple things like first dates and good night kisses.”
The vision went blank.
Jack struggled to breathe, remembering how he had clung to the hope of seeing Ianto. He could still see every one of his tortured and maimed teammates, all but Ianto. Ianto had caused the Master so many conniptions. He had never been more proud of his young lover.
When the year rewound, he had been full of plans as he had headed back to Cardiff. He had been honest about why he came back but the look of disbelief on Ianto’s made him backtrack a little and say he came back for everyone. He should have stuck with his first words. Let everybody and Ianto know how much he cared about the young Welshman.
It had taken him a surprisingly large amount of courage to ask Ianto out for that movie and dinner. He had sounded like some stuttering teenager with a crush. You would have thought he was going into his first battle.
He wasn’t all that wrong, when he remembered the threat of frostbite he was in danger of getting from Ianto when they had been alone in that office looking for those stupid radiation cluster bombs of Hart’s.
“And I never did take him out for that date,” Jack moaned. They shared meals but pizza after a night of weevil hunting wasn’t the romantic evening he had wanted. “Okay, Tish, so some of us men can do romance.”
He wandered around the centre console. “Why show me this? I know I screwed up things with Ianto, believe me, I don’t need you to show me that. We’re supposed to be rescuing him and the Doctor. Where are you taking me?”
The screen flashed again. There was a star map. “Is this where we’re headed? Kneddler system? I’ve never heard of it. What year?”
There was no answer forth coming. “Damn it, what the hell is going on?”
Jack was getting pissed off, partly because he didn’t like being in the dark but more so because he was scared of what or who took Ianto and if they managed to get one over on the Doctor they must be pretty damn smart or lucky.
He felt a calming presence brush against in his mind. He had felt it before during the year that never was. Somehow he and the TARDIS managed to keep each other sane through some of the most horrible moments that anyone could imagine let alone live through.
“I love you.
“Don’t.”
Jack looked up at the screen. It was Ianto and he in a lover’s embrace but it wasn’t one he recognized. He looked at Ianto. “No! How is this possible? He’s dying. You have to get me there now.”
Jack punched at the centre column, the crunch he heard and the pain exploding in his hand cleared some of his grief and worry.
He looked closer at the image. He could just make out a date in the corner of the picture. “2009. Wait, this hasn’t happened? Are you showing me a possible future? Why? You shouldn’t be doing that, you can’t play with time. Not that is stops the Doctor from monkeying around with things he shouldn’t. I can fix this but first we have to find him.”
He sat down on the floor of the TARDIS. The greenish glow gave the ship an underwater feel, making it feel even more alien feel.
“I often thought about getting Martha to call the Doctor, asking him to give Ianto a trip off world. Just so he could see that not all aliens are evil or ugly. That’s all that we seem to get on our side of the rift, the worse scum of the universe. My apologies to Will Smith. But there never seemed to be a good time. The rift was always spewing out something, and if it wasn’t the rift then it seemed to be tourist season. For some reason 21st century Cardiff is a big drawn for Polgariffic travel agents.”
He flexed his hand. He could feel all the bones knitting back together again. Once again proof that he was a freak.
He could feel a vibe of disappointment coming from the ship. “I know. I shouldn’t think that way but it’s true. What kind of life can I offer Ianto? I’ve gone through this before, I even have a kid but it never works out. They always end up angry at me because I can’t grow old with them.”
Jack got to his feet. “I never was supposed to think of Ianto as anything more than a nice piece of ass that looked good in a suit. All he wanted was to figure out a way to save his girlfriend but somehow it all changed between us and I don’t know if it’s for the best or not. I should just retcon him and let him make a normal life, fall in love and have a couple of kids. They would be damn beautiful too.”
He wandered around letting his fingers trail along the rail of the TARDIS. He gave her a gentle pat. He smiled at the affection he felt from her.
“Daddy! Wait for me.”
Jack froze at the voice. He glanced up at the screen. It wasn’t Melissa. He shook his head. He meant Alice.
She had been blonde, almost white until she turned twelve. The child in the video was dark haired, and a boy, around five he would say.
“I’m waiting Champ.”
It was a good thing he was immortal because the heart attack he felt coming was going to kill him. He watched as an older version of himself bent down taking the little boy into his arms. He felt tears pricking at the corner of his eyes when the little boy placed a hand on each of his cheeks. It was how he used to get his own father’s attention when he needed the older man to listen to him.
“Daddy, we have to wait for Taddy and sissy. She needed another change. Babies are stinky.”
“Taddy?” Jack whispered. That was Welsh for dad. In spite of what Ianto thought he did know a few words.
“You were once a baby too, Champ,” the Jack in the video said.
“And a very stinky one too, as I remember.”
Jack raced to the vid screen. He ran his fingers over the image of his lover. “Ianto! But how is this possible?”
Ianto looked a little older, maybe mid thirties but he was still as handsome as ever. He was pushing a pram, and carrying a very tiny baby in a mint green sling that covered his chest. Jack recognized it; it was from the 51st century. Did one fall through the rift?
He paced around the TARDIS trying to make sense of all that he had seen. “So this is the future obviously but so was the one you showed me with Ianto dying.”
The vision faded and was replaced by black.
“What the hell are you showing me? I would never have a child not with Ianto. Not with anyone. It hurts too much to watch them hate you when they realize how different you are to other parents. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have one with him if he’s going to go and die on me. I won’t be a single parent.”
Jack tried to push the TARDIS out of his head. Her comforting vibes were not welcomed. Not when he was so confused. How could he and Ianto be parents?
In moments of weakness he let himself have day dreams about what it would be like to have a baby with Ianto. But that’s all they could be was dreams. Torchwood wasn’t conducive to raising kids that was the one thing he and Lucia had agreed on.
It had hurt watching them leave but having them stay would have hurt even more once he found the Doctor and left.
“I really didn’t need this walk down memory lane or future lane either. No one needs to be reminded about their failures. That’s the one thing about a never ending life, you will always have regrets and you’ll never be able to put them to rest either.”
He sank back down to the floor. He felt like his life was about to take a big turn but he had no idea if it was a good change or a bad one.
He tried to lose himself in thoughts about a little boy with Ianto’s button nose and a little girl with his smile and Ianto’s sense of humour but his past relationships failures kept intruding.
“Are we just about there, pretty lady?” He asked the ship, was starting to get antsy.
Jack had never been one for spending a lot of time alone, it led to bad things like self-reflection and sleep was never something he took pleasure from, not even when he could get a full night’s sleep.
He was considering dusting or maybe pulling out the engine for a good cleaning when he felt a familiar thump telling me that they had finally reached their destination.
Jack checked his Webley, grabbed his coat took a deep breath and opened the door. He was here to get Ianto back and find an errant Time Lord and company that’s all. No more thinking about what ifs
The two moons shining high in the sky meant he wouldn’t need a torch to find his way around. He looked around the ship had landed in a large open grassy area. Perhaps a large yard or garden.
He took a deep breath; he could smell jasmine and lavender. It helped to calm him a little.
He opened up his manipulator and started looking for the tracking device he had placed on Ianto when he had been suspended after the whole Lisa affair. He hadn’t made up his mind whether to kill Ianto, retcon him, or applaud him for having gotten one over on Captain Jack Harkness. But the one thing he knew was at the time was that Ianto was a flight. The young man could have disappeared into the thick Welsh fog either to get away from his punishment or to commit suicide neither of which sat well with his boss.
So Jack got Owen to slip a small transmitter under Ianto’s skin when he gave him a blood test. The excuse that had been given was to make sure Ianto wasn’t under any alien influences.
The signal was strong, and coming from straight ahead.
He made sure the Webley was drawn. He followed the path keeping his eyes open for possible booby traps.
The signal continued getting stronger and he walked toward a large house shining in the moonlight. He was all prepared to deal with a sophisticated alarm system but nothing registered on his wristband.
He approached the stairs that led to a large veranda and when nothing happened he headed inside. He kept waiting for a siren, or some indication he had tripped the warning system.
He opened the door and hit the deck when the lights came on. He rolled behind the table, and came up with his gun ready. He searched the room, a kitchen obviously, an empty room at that. He listened carefully, thankful for 51st century hearing.
There was nothing but the sounds of a normal house; the whirs and beeps of equipment. He checked his wrist strap, Ianto was still. He hadn’t moved at all. There were several other life signs in the house including one with Ianto.
What kind of kidnapping was this? No guards and no security.
Once he settled his heart back down, he left the kitchen hot on the trail. The lights went off as he left the room. He quickly punched a few buttons making sure no more lights would suddenly go on scaring the crap out of him and alerting anyone who might wander by.
He headed down a long hall and headed for the stairs. He gave a passing notice to the finery surrounding him. Whoever had taken Ianto had good taste, well, taking Ianto alone showed that.
He followed the information on his strap, it showed that he was getting closer and closer with each step. Finally he was standing outside a well built wood door.
He checked for any kind of locks, once again nothing. He turned the old fashioned doorknob.
The door swung open easily. There was a large bed dominating the room. Jack froze when he saw there were two bodies in the bed. One he knew was Ianto’s and the other? His minds went black with the possibilities the most obvious one was that he had been raped.
He gave up any pretence of stealth, all he wanted was revenge. He pulled back the blankets and roared at the man lying next to his Ianto. It was the last thing he saw before he felt the blast enter his head was his own face staring at him with fury in his eyes.
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TBC