Just Like A Jones 10/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 10/25
Rating: g - nc-17 for the whole series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Gwen/Rhys. 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.
Thanks. Thanks to everyone who has replied so far XD. As i have said before it was lack of feedbak that made me give up before, but the comment i got for ch8 made me so happy and confident and determined to keep going for this fandom. )
Update will be a little different for the next few days due to me going away for the weekend. I may post on friday if i get the chance (wll try to) otherwise the next update will be sunday 26th July. After that normal service will resume.
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Mica switched the lights on in the hub and watched as the large metal door shut them inside, then turned to Jack. “This is Torchwood,” she said, “it's not glamorous but it does its job.”
“Gwen had to rebuild this from the ground up.” He looked around. “I didn't really get a good look at this place the last time I was here, not in much detail anyway. She did a nice job.”
“She told me that you thought it was too Ikea.”
“I still stand by that statement.” Jack spun the leather chair around the jumped into it. “But it's a lot cosier than it was.”
“There's a lot to be said for a woman's touch.”
Mica walked over to a shelf in the corner and picked up two mugs and brought them back to her desk. Jack was staring at the pictures pinned to her workstation; his eyes became drawn to thee photographs side by side. One was of him and Mica when she was twelve, the other was of Mica aged three with Ianto; the other was one he never even knew had existed. He picked it up and ran his thumb over it.
“Gwen gave me that,” she said, “she found it with his things when she was clearing out his flat.”
“It must have been taken on one of our team building nights.” Jack looked at the picture. Ianto was a little tipsy and hung onto Jack's neck, pressing a kiss onto the corner of his lips. “He was just drunk enough to not care what others thought.”
“You look happy.”
“I was.” Jack smiled and put it down, then clasped his hands together. “Right! Work to do.”
“What work?”
“Loop the CCTV, inside and out. Make it look like we were never here.” He put the Thermos on the desk. “Then work can begin.”
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Gwen walked in the front door and collapsed onto the couch; she put her feet up on the sofa and smiled when a glass of wine appeared in front of her.
“Just in time for Lasagne.” Rhys lifted up her legs and sat underneath them then rested them on his lap. He pulled off her boots and started to knead her tired feet. “It'll be ten minutes.”
“Thank you." She leaned over and kised him. "So how was work?”
“I took on a new driver. You?”
“Saved Cardiff from extraterrestrial bunny rabbits.” She smiled. “Blue ones.”
Rhys laughed. “One day you'll come home and my day will be more interesting, I swear.”
“You never know.”
“I had an idea today.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Does Torchwood have anything that can put a roof over Wales?”
“Don't you think that if we had that degree of technology then we would have used it?” She put her feet down and moved closer, then kissed his lips softly. “If we could do that then we could do anything.”
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“Okay.” Mica finished off her task with the tap of a button and a smile. “I'm done and what's even better is that I made it untraceable.”
“Brilliant.” Jack took the lid off the Thermos and took in the scent of the rich coffee; he closed his eyes and sighed. “This is the best coffee you will ever taste.” He poured it out.
“I thought you didn't drink coffee any more.”
“Oh I drink this coffee.” He took a sip and leaned back in the chair, savouring the taste. “This is a very special blend.”
“Wow.” She took a drink. “Amazing.”
“I know.”
“Is this my present?” she asked. “Coffee?”
“One of them.” Jack put his cup down and turned her computer screen so that he could see it. “But it's just the beginning.” He pulled her keyboard over and started typing away, accessing files that nobody but him and a few others ever knew existed. “It was more for me though.”
“What are you doing?”
“Praying that someone held up their side of a deal.” He entered several pass codes as the system worked through a program. “I took her word that she would.”
“Took who's word?”
“Ever heard of Lois Habiba?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Why?”
“Lois was Bridget Spears' PA back in the day. She helped Torchwood out when the 456 came to town. I paid her a visit and asked her to do something for me, I paid her handsomely for it too.”
“To do what?”
Jack smiled. “Exactly what she was told.”
“Which was?”
“Follow me.”
Jack led Mica down a stairway and through a tunnel, then into another narrow passageway. “When Torchwood was destroyed it never got this far.” He led her down another passageway that got smaller and smaller until it reached to a dead end.
“It stinks down here.”
“That's nothing.” He looked down at her boots. “You're probably going to have to throw those away tomorrow. If this place is anything like it was thirteen years ago it's going to leave you knee-deep in Weevil shit and you never quite get that stench out.”
Jack opened a hatch in the floor and stepped down onto the rungs of a ladder; the stench leaked out from below. Mica's stomach churned and the colour drained from her face.
“Brings back memories.” He smiled. “So are you ready for your first adventure with Uncle Jack?”
“An adventure that includes Weevil excrement?” She tried not to be sick. “Brilliant.”
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Jack jumped from the last rung of the ladder and fell the last five feet, landing in Weevil shit with a hearty splash. Mica looked down at him and looked disgusted.
“Come on, I'll catch you.”
“There better be a good reason for this.” She let herself drop and hung onto Jack's neck as he caught her. “It's fowl!”
“Brilliant isn't it?”
“No.” She put her feet on the ground and steadied herself on Jack; the thick Weevil excrement only just fell short of her waist. “Rank!”
“It isn't far.” Jack took her hand and helped her wade through the sewer until they reached another ladder. “Up here one then more corridor and we're there.”
They climbed the ladder and walked through the tunnel. It was free from Weevil faeces but still not very pleasant and at the end of it, where the raw eggy sewage drained away, there was a large metal door. It was built like a safe with a large metal wheel that looked rusted shut.
“What is that?”
“This is a hidden vault.” He dusted off an old rusted box and opened it then keyed in a code. “Very few people know of its existence.” Jack started to turn the wheel; it refused to budge at first but after a while, and a lot of straining, the rusty mechanism finally turned. “Me, Harriet, Ianto, Lois and now you.”
“Gwen?”
“No. Not Gwen.” The wheel stopped turning and Jack pulled the door open. “Nobody has been down here for thirteen years.”
They walked into a room and closed the door behind them; it was a lot cleaner than the route they had taken, with white stone walls and a grey slate floor. In front of them was a wall full of drawers.
“It looks like a morgue.”
Jack sighed and walked over to the drawers. “It is a morgue.” He tapped drawer number fourteen. “And this is your present.”
“What did you do?” She walked over to join him. “What's in here?”
“Not what. Who.”
Jack opened the locker and pulled out the drawer then walked around to the side and keyed some numbers into a display; the glass lid slid back into the wall.
Mica swallowed hard as she walked towards it slowly. “How did you do this?” She looked down at the body of her Uncle. “Why did you do this?”
“Cryogenics.” He put his arm around her. “When you told me what you were going to do it made me think. Cryogenics keep the body in the same state it was at the point of freezing.”
“No need to rebuild the flesh.” She reached out and touched Ianto's cheek, then pulled back. “I had almost forgotten what he looked like. I mean, I have pictures but--”
“It's different.”
“Yeah.” She smiled for the first time. “When you said you would bring me a present I really didn't expect Uncle Ianto on ice.”
“I like to surprise you.”
She touched his hand; it was hard like stone. “Do we need to, you know, defrost him?”
“Kinda. There's a heating device that thaws out the body over twenty-four hours, I just need to activate it.”
Mica nodded. “Do it.”
“We need to fix the device first.”
She smiled. “Already done. It didn't take me long.”
“Did you test it?”
“I did a few trials on rats,” she said, “it's as good as I can make it.”
“Then we're ready?”
Mica nodded. “We're ready.”
Jack kissed the cold lips of his lover and caressed his cheek before pressing a few buttons on his wrist strap; the glass lid coved Ianto again and the lock clicked into place. A red light illuminated the cryogenic chamber and the glass became warm.
Jack looked at him before he pushed the drawer back into the wall. “Welcome home Ianto.”
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A/N- yes I know this is THE worst place to tell you that there's not going to be an Update until friday. sorry about that
PART 11 HERE.