Just Like A Jones 3/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 3/25
Rating: G at the moment.
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Gwen. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon. OC's
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
A/N - I shall make you happy! jut watch me! happy fix.
PART 1 HERE
PART 2 HERE
~~~~~*~~~~~
JUST LIKE A JONES
CHAPTER THREE:LIES AND DESPERATION
Mica walked in the house via the back door and took off her Jacket. She held it up and inspected it; there was a rip in it again but nothing that she couldn't fix. The blood on the collar was easily cleaned, that was the great thing about leather, but that rip really did need urgent attention. She sat down at the table and unzipped her boots before peeling them off her legs; they were covered in mud and needed a good clean before she used them again, but she was too tired to think.
“You're home late.” Jack stood in the doorway, his shoes off and his braces hanging loose. He had obviously been ready to climb onto the sofa and try to catch a few hours sleep.
“Am I?” Mica felt the kettle, it was still hot, and made herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table. “Do you want one?”
“I don't drink it.”
“Sorry, I forgot.” She shook her hair from her ponytail and wrapped the band around her wrist, then combed it out with her fingers.
“So, where have you been?” Jack asked, sitting opposite her.
“Pub.”
“Pub?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah. Pub.”
He leaned in close. “Funny, you don't smell of alcohol.”
“I had coke tonight, I like coke. I'm on a detox.” She looked into the corner of the room and let out a nervous smile.
“I see.” Jack sat back in the hair and crossed her arms. “And the mud on your boots?”
“I lost my keys in the bushes,” she said, “it's been raining.”
Mica Davies was a good liar; she had one of those angelic smiles, a butter-wouldn't-melt quality that many people found it hard to see past. It helped her way through life, it helped her though the lie that she lived, but it didn't work with everyone. Jack was immune to her puppy-dog eyes and sweet smile; that trick had stopped working when she was ten. And as she looked at him over the table, now much more a woman than a cute innocent child, she knew that her secret was out. He knew she hadn't been at the pub, of course he did, but she could tell from his eyes that he didn't know where she had been; he could never find out.
“Just promise me that you haven't been doing anything dangerous or illegal.”
“Bloody hell Jack!” Mica shook her head. “You're worse than my dad.”
“Promise me.”
“Fine.” she sighed. “I promise.”
“I worry about you sometimes.”
“Why?” she shrugged. “I'm a big girl now, I'm not five any more, I can look after myself.”
Jack leaned on the table and watched her drink her coffee. “You're too clever.”
“Well I'm very sorry that I have a brain worthy of more than finding creative ways to cheat the system.” She smiled at him and leaned across the table, meeting his eyes. “So, tell me then.”
“Tell you what?”
“Where you've been this time, what you've seen.”
Jack smiled. “You always need to know.”
“Of course I do.”
It was like a tradition. Every time Jack came back he would tell her his stories about his travel and she would sit there, every bit as amazed as she had been when she was a kid, and listen. Her brother had always been more interested in the monsters and the guns; she wanted to know how other worlds looked and the technology it had.
“I saw seven sunsets at once, all disappearing over the horizon of Kilac bay. Beautiful. Green skies and purple waters. You would have loved it.” Jack walked over to the wall and switched off the light, then returned to the table and pressed a few buttons on his wrist strap. An image came alive on the ceiling, showing pictures of the world he had just described. “I spent months there, but eventually I had to move on.”
“You never stay in one place very long.”
“I don't like to get attached.” Jack changed the image; visions of vast red deserts and streams that ran over rocks flashed in the dark. “I climbed the rock's there and when I got to the top I just jumped off.”
“Was it cold there?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement. “It looks windy.”
“The breeze was warm.” Jack closed down the image. “I'll go back one day.”
“Would you take me there?”
Jack sighed; he didn't want this conversation again. “No.”
“This planet is so small,” she moaned, “I want to see more.”
“No you don't.”
“Every night I read his journals, one after another, talking about what he saw. Aliens and monsters and dinosaurs and technology. But that's old news. I've seen them all on the news, now I'm ready to see what he never could.”
“And what's that?”
“Other worlds, other planets.”
Jack closed his eyes and sighed. “No Mica.”
“He wanted to travel with you Uncle Jack, he always wanted more than the shit that came here.” She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “He knew you would leave one day and he had no intention of letting you go without him.”
“I wouldn't have left.”
“But you will tomorrow. You'll look up at the sky, press a few buttons and away you'll go. You'll run away again. How hard would it really be to take me with you for a while?”
“Mica.” Jack kissed her hand. “He did not want that for you. He loved you and he wanted you safe. It's not safe out there.”
“He was never safe and he was happy.”
“No,” Jack's voice cracked a little, “and now he's dead. I punish myself every day for that.” He stood up and leaned on the back of the chair. “Don't ask me again.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Gwen Cooper opened her internal email with a lacklustre click of the mouse. It was almost time for home and she was ten emails away from her bed. It was late, but Gwen always worked late on a Thursday; it was her Government day, full of meetings in London with the PM and the secretary of defence, not to mention the idiot from UNIT.
She clicked through the emails.
“Boring. Boring. Boring. Government Rubbish. Chain email from Tim about lesbian aliens; I''ll kill him when I'm less tired. Report on Retcon misuse at the zoo. Stationary order to be signed. Hate mail. Ianto thinking he's funny. Bogus report on--”
Gwen stopped talking to herself and scrolled back. Ianto Jones. That was a name that hadn't cropped up on her internal email for over thirteen years, and it wouldn't, given that he was deceased. She clicked on it and read it.
FROM: Ianto Jones
TO: Gwen Cooper
SUBJECT: End of the world.
We're all out of coffee. No idea how I ever let that happen. Nipped out, don't let Jack use the instant. I'll get you a doughnut and pass it to you under the desk in a brown paper bag. Jack must never know our secret, he must never know there are doughnuts between us, his muffin top is too big already.
Hold the fort,
Ianto.
xx
Gwen smiled and ran her fingers over the screen, then read the last words again. “Hold the fort,” she sighed, “I hate computer bugs.”
It had been the last email that he had sent, the day before the kids had started chanting, and she had deleted it the moment she read it. It had been just his kind of joke, and one that she missed every day. She sighed and accessed Ianto's account; two words flashed up on the screen.
ACCOUNT REACTIVATED
“I wish.” She took a deep breath, desperately trying to get rid of that feeling, the one that made her want to cry, and accessed the security settings. She took a moment and looked at the file photo; he looked so young. Of course Ianto Jones had been young, too young. Gwen kissed her finger and pressed it to the screen, then clicked on the 'deceased' setting.
Two words flashed on the screen.
ACCOUNT DEACTIVATED
Gwen switched off the computer and put on her Jacket, flicking her hair over the collar. She walked through the hub, switching off the lights on the stations. As she was leaving something caught her eye; an image flashed up on one of the computer screens. It had happened again; her visitor was back and it was going to be a little longer before she made it home.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Mica walked into her room and put away her things before sitting at her computer desk; she typed in a few commands onto the black prompt screen and waited for a blue box to appear.
The Cardiff CCTV system was very hard to get into. It was protected by a seventeen digit pass code that changed every twelve minutes, but Mica Davies was smarter than the average eighteen year old. She had Torchwood software that nobody knew she had, and knew exactly how to use it. She opened her desk drawer and took out a disk, then inserted it into the drive; after a few moments the pass-code was in the box, 445-985-254-776-101-03.
“Come on baby,” she said, stroking the screen as the last digit fluctuated between 03 and 48. “You can do it.”
An image flashed up on her screen of the park. The three weevils were waiting, tied to a tree; it was her calling card. She zoomed in on the figure that came into view on the screen, then smiled.
Gwen Cooper looked at the camera and smiled, holding up her thumb as a signal, then scrambled the image with a device.
Uncle Ianto had wormed his way into Torchwood, and so could she; she was almost in.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Thanks for everyone who has replied so far :D It' my first fi like this and i'm glad you like it. Remember to keep replying though, beause feedbak is a carrot for the plot bunny.
PART 4 IS HERE.
Chapter: 3/25
Rating: G at the moment.
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Gwen. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon. OC's
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
A/N - I shall make you happy! jut watch me! happy fix.
PART 1 HERE
PART 2 HERE
~~~~~*~~~~~
JUST LIKE A JONES
CHAPTER THREE:LIES AND DESPERATION
Mica walked in the house via the back door and took off her Jacket. She held it up and inspected it; there was a rip in it again but nothing that she couldn't fix. The blood on the collar was easily cleaned, that was the great thing about leather, but that rip really did need urgent attention. She sat down at the table and unzipped her boots before peeling them off her legs; they were covered in mud and needed a good clean before she used them again, but she was too tired to think.
“You're home late.” Jack stood in the doorway, his shoes off and his braces hanging loose. He had obviously been ready to climb onto the sofa and try to catch a few hours sleep.
“Am I?” Mica felt the kettle, it was still hot, and made herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table. “Do you want one?”
“I don't drink it.”
“Sorry, I forgot.” She shook her hair from her ponytail and wrapped the band around her wrist, then combed it out with her fingers.
“So, where have you been?” Jack asked, sitting opposite her.
“Pub.”
“Pub?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah. Pub.”
He leaned in close. “Funny, you don't smell of alcohol.”
“I had coke tonight, I like coke. I'm on a detox.” She looked into the corner of the room and let out a nervous smile.
“I see.” Jack sat back in the hair and crossed her arms. “And the mud on your boots?”
“I lost my keys in the bushes,” she said, “it's been raining.”
Mica Davies was a good liar; she had one of those angelic smiles, a butter-wouldn't-melt quality that many people found it hard to see past. It helped her way through life, it helped her though the lie that she lived, but it didn't work with everyone. Jack was immune to her puppy-dog eyes and sweet smile; that trick had stopped working when she was ten. And as she looked at him over the table, now much more a woman than a cute innocent child, she knew that her secret was out. He knew she hadn't been at the pub, of course he did, but she could tell from his eyes that he didn't know where she had been; he could never find out.
“Just promise me that you haven't been doing anything dangerous or illegal.”
“Bloody hell Jack!” Mica shook her head. “You're worse than my dad.”
“Promise me.”
“Fine.” she sighed. “I promise.”
“I worry about you sometimes.”
“Why?” she shrugged. “I'm a big girl now, I'm not five any more, I can look after myself.”
Jack leaned on the table and watched her drink her coffee. “You're too clever.”
“Well I'm very sorry that I have a brain worthy of more than finding creative ways to cheat the system.” She smiled at him and leaned across the table, meeting his eyes. “So, tell me then.”
“Tell you what?”
“Where you've been this time, what you've seen.”
Jack smiled. “You always need to know.”
“Of course I do.”
It was like a tradition. Every time Jack came back he would tell her his stories about his travel and she would sit there, every bit as amazed as she had been when she was a kid, and listen. Her brother had always been more interested in the monsters and the guns; she wanted to know how other worlds looked and the technology it had.
“I saw seven sunsets at once, all disappearing over the horizon of Kilac bay. Beautiful. Green skies and purple waters. You would have loved it.” Jack walked over to the wall and switched off the light, then returned to the table and pressed a few buttons on his wrist strap. An image came alive on the ceiling, showing pictures of the world he had just described. “I spent months there, but eventually I had to move on.”
“You never stay in one place very long.”
“I don't like to get attached.” Jack changed the image; visions of vast red deserts and streams that ran over rocks flashed in the dark. “I climbed the rock's there and when I got to the top I just jumped off.”
“Was it cold there?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement. “It looks windy.”
“The breeze was warm.” Jack closed down the image. “I'll go back one day.”
“Would you take me there?”
Jack sighed; he didn't want this conversation again. “No.”
“This planet is so small,” she moaned, “I want to see more.”
“No you don't.”
“Every night I read his journals, one after another, talking about what he saw. Aliens and monsters and dinosaurs and technology. But that's old news. I've seen them all on the news, now I'm ready to see what he never could.”
“And what's that?”
“Other worlds, other planets.”
Jack closed his eyes and sighed. “No Mica.”
“He wanted to travel with you Uncle Jack, he always wanted more than the shit that came here.” She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “He knew you would leave one day and he had no intention of letting you go without him.”
“I wouldn't have left.”
“But you will tomorrow. You'll look up at the sky, press a few buttons and away you'll go. You'll run away again. How hard would it really be to take me with you for a while?”
“Mica.” Jack kissed her hand. “He did not want that for you. He loved you and he wanted you safe. It's not safe out there.”
“He was never safe and he was happy.”
“No,” Jack's voice cracked a little, “and now he's dead. I punish myself every day for that.” He stood up and leaned on the back of the chair. “Don't ask me again.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Gwen Cooper opened her internal email with a lacklustre click of the mouse. It was almost time for home and she was ten emails away from her bed. It was late, but Gwen always worked late on a Thursday; it was her Government day, full of meetings in London with the PM and the secretary of defence, not to mention the idiot from UNIT.
She clicked through the emails.
“Boring. Boring. Boring. Government Rubbish. Chain email from Tim about lesbian aliens; I''ll kill him when I'm less tired. Report on Retcon misuse at the zoo. Stationary order to be signed. Hate mail. Ianto thinking he's funny. Bogus report on--”
Gwen stopped talking to herself and scrolled back. Ianto Jones. That was a name that hadn't cropped up on her internal email for over thirteen years, and it wouldn't, given that he was deceased. She clicked on it and read it.
FROM: Ianto Jones
TO: Gwen Cooper
SUBJECT: End of the world.
We're all out of coffee. No idea how I ever let that happen. Nipped out, don't let Jack use the instant. I'll get you a doughnut and pass it to you under the desk in a brown paper bag. Jack must never know our secret, he must never know there are doughnuts between us, his muffin top is too big already.
Hold the fort,
Ianto.
xx
Gwen smiled and ran her fingers over the screen, then read the last words again. “Hold the fort,” she sighed, “I hate computer bugs.”
It had been the last email that he had sent, the day before the kids had started chanting, and she had deleted it the moment she read it. It had been just his kind of joke, and one that she missed every day. She sighed and accessed Ianto's account; two words flashed up on the screen.
ACCOUNT REACTIVATED
“I wish.” She took a deep breath, desperately trying to get rid of that feeling, the one that made her want to cry, and accessed the security settings. She took a moment and looked at the file photo; he looked so young. Of course Ianto Jones had been young, too young. Gwen kissed her finger and pressed it to the screen, then clicked on the 'deceased' setting.
Two words flashed on the screen.
ACCOUNT DEACTIVATED
Gwen switched off the computer and put on her Jacket, flicking her hair over the collar. She walked through the hub, switching off the lights on the stations. As she was leaving something caught her eye; an image flashed up on one of the computer screens. It had happened again; her visitor was back and it was going to be a little longer before she made it home.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Mica walked into her room and put away her things before sitting at her computer desk; she typed in a few commands onto the black prompt screen and waited for a blue box to appear.
The Cardiff CCTV system was very hard to get into. It was protected by a seventeen digit pass code that changed every twelve minutes, but Mica Davies was smarter than the average eighteen year old. She had Torchwood software that nobody knew she had, and knew exactly how to use it. She opened her desk drawer and took out a disk, then inserted it into the drive; after a few moments the pass-code was in the box, 445-985-254-776-101-03.
“Come on baby,” she said, stroking the screen as the last digit fluctuated between 03 and 48. “You can do it.”
An image flashed up on her screen of the park. The three weevils were waiting, tied to a tree; it was her calling card. She zoomed in on the figure that came into view on the screen, then smiled.
Gwen Cooper looked at the camera and smiled, holding up her thumb as a signal, then scrambled the image with a device.
Uncle Ianto had wormed his way into Torchwood, and so could she; she was almost in.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Thanks for everyone who has replied so far :D It' my first fi like this and i'm glad you like it. Remember to keep replying though, beause feedbak is a carrot for the plot bunny.
PART 4 IS HERE.