Shady Lady - Part 1 / 17
Title: Shady Lady Part 1/17 (65K)
Complete fic is available via the Big Bang site here
Author:jovialien
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, PC Andy, Captain John Hart, OFC
Ratings/Warnings: PG 13 for swearing and violence. Spoilers for Exit Wounds
Betas: The awesome avon_09 (who needs special thanks for being the greatest emergency beta ever) and of course the lovely irener. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys or Gwen, I just borrow them. But the OC is all mine - for the record, any similarity to Lady Cristina de Souza is coincidental. I avoid spoilers and had already committed to and written half the story when the Easter Special aired. You should have heard the swearing... ;)
Summary: When the Doctor found out that there could still be another Time Lord left alive his first reaction was to wonder which one. But when Captain Jack Harkness found out that only seven Time Agents were left he didn't even think to ask who they were. On reflection, that may have been a mistake...
When a face from Jack's past catches up with him, he and his team find themselves embarking on a bizarre scavenger hunt. But can they trust the mysterious newcomer or could there be trouble ahead for the Torchwood team?
Ryan Davies switched off the TV with a groan as he spotted the time. It was far too late already and yet he couldn’t seem to stop channel hopping. With an effort he stood and moved over to the window, the blinds only half closed against the night, and reached out for the lamp alongside it. As he clicked it off there was a strange surge of light, as though the streetlight outside had flared for a moment.
Blearily gazing out into the street he hesitated as he spotted a dark figure that he could have sworn hadn’t been there a moment ago. The crouching figure stood slowly, looking around as though it had just arrived, a flash of longer hair streaking out in the lamplight suggesting it was a woman. A woman who had just arrived in a blaze of golden light...
Chuckling he turned away from the window and rubbed his eyes. People appearing in a flash of light? He had been watching too much of the Sarah Connor Chronicles. As he shut the living room door a grin ghosted over his face. If he was going to imagine strange sci-fi stuff he really needed to fantasise some naked women next time.
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Ianto looked up from the pillow with a soft growl as he realised he’d been left alone yet again. Jack’s bunk was slowly getting better, the threadbare utilitarian sheets had been replaced with a much higher cotton count and the scratchy blankets were long gone but it still needed a new mattress. Ianto was getting sick of having old springs dig into his side - or worse - at just the wrong moment.
As a result when Ianto did end up sleeping here he usually slept half over Jack, deciding his boss made a much comfier surface than the bed. But when his mattress decided to get up in the middle of the night Ianto was sure to wake up a little later.
Grabbing the thin dressing gown he had tried in vain to get Jack to wear on his midnight strolls Ianto pulled on his pyjama trousers and swung the gown on over them. A pair of slippers to navigate the ladder completed his look as he pulled his way up the ladder and poked his head out the top, the hatch already open.
As he suspected, a soft blue glow from one of the monitors was shining over Jack’s naked body, highlighting the smooth skin of his chest and soft lines of his muscles as he frowned slightly at something on the screen. The cold colours of the screen cast a shifting glow over his body, almost making it look as though he was underwater. Jack moved with an easy grace as he worked, his arms casting strange shadows on the wall as he called up different data and Ianto chuckled as he noticed Jack wasn’t entirely naked.
Pulling himself up into Jack’s office Ianto straightened up and padded quietly through the Hub. Sliding his arms around Jack he looked over his shoulder at the monitors, smiling as he leaned against his lover tiredly. “Should I be getting dressed and warming up the SUV?” Jack shook his head and Ianto could hear the frown in his voice as he answered.
“I don’t think so. There was a flare of rift activity over in Splott-”
“Sploe.”
“Sploe. Splott, Sploe, tom-A-to, tom-ah-to, should we call the whole thing off?” Ianto chuckled and hugged him tight for a moment, Jack’s arms shifting to cover his, the leather of his wrist strap cooler against Ianto’s skin.
“Jack if I was really going to get upset over you mangling words I’d start with the way when we met you could never decide how to pronounce my name from one day to the next-”
“Oh come on, Welsh is a very hard language!”
“Which you have had over one hundred years to practice!” Jack mumbled something under his breath which earned him a sharp jab to his side. “You really don’t want to go there Harkness. Now, you were saying?” Grinning in spite of himself Jack reached out and touched the monitor, a wireframe map of Cardiff zooming in on the area of Splott, the small residential area coming into focus. Data streamed across one corner of the screen and Ianto soon spotted the familiar peak of a surge in rift activity that corresponded with the area.
“There was a surge in rift activity over at - well, right there. It looks as though something might have come through.” Ianto nodded sleepily but his eyes were alert as he watched Jack work.
“Weevil?” Ianto suggested. Jack shrugged gently and wrapped his arms over Ianto’s again.
“Possibly. No reports have come in yet and I’ve been checking the CCTV for that area but no sign of anyone walking weevil style. Just your usual stragglers and returning revellers. Nothing that stands out.”
“So...” Ianto placed a kiss on the side on Jack’s neck. “There’s no sign that anything large and mean came through...” He planted another kiss lower down, his lips playing over the base of Jack’s neck. “No reports coming in of anything seriously wrong...” Jack grinned as Ianto slid along his shoulder, a slow drag of teeth promising more “...and nothing to imply that we should do anything other than go back to bed and look again in the morning?”
“I guess not.” Jack tried to keep his face serious as Ianto flicked his tongue over a sweet spot just on the top of his shoulder. “Of course that does mean I’m gonna have to get you out of those stupid clothes you’re wearing.” He didn’t react as Ianto’s hands slid down his arm to brush over his wriststrap, unfastening it and placing it on the desk with a loud clunk before tickling the inside of Jack’s wrist lightly.
“That can be arranged.”
With a chuckle Jack turned and wrapped his arms around Ianto, the pair of them wandering leisurely back to bed, pausing only to leave behind a trail of nightclothes.
Neither of them heard the soft beeps from the wrist strap ten minutes later.
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Captain John Hart didn’t take his wrist strap off even for sex. Not that his current partners had objected. He stretched his arms out above his head lazily and grinned, kissing the pair of lips that dragged over his hungrily. The blindfold left him guessing as to which of his pair of Welsh fuck buddies was in front and which behind but as four hands slid over his body he didn’t really care.
Being dragged back to Cardiff to avoid the cops not only had the advantage of pissing off Jack and his little boy toy but it also had the bonus of Cardiff boys. There really was something about the accent - or maybe it was all those weird tongue rolling things they had to do to speak it - that made them extra gifted. Plus he half suspected a century of the Harkness influence on the Bay area had something to do with the tricks that the local boys had picked up. Even if Jack had only fucked one in ten of them they went on to teach others, who taught others...
He groaned as a firm tongue slid over his arse and a second mouth fluttered over his stomach. Oh here came the best moment, the one he’d been imagining ever since he came across this pair in the bar. There was nothing quite like two tongues for the price of one. He leaned back, lost in the sensations and missed the soft metallic click over the noise of his two friends. He did not however miss the sharp point pressing against his temple, nor the unmistakeable threat of the pressure as it pushed against him just gently.
“Boys, if you don’t mind, I think I can handle this from here.” John sighed as he recognised the crisp pronunciation and English accent; that unmistakeable touch of posh in the soft female voice. Judging from the noise of his friends scrambling out the way he hadn’t been mistaken about the thing pressed against his skull being a weapon either. Even though he knew the answer already he couldn’t help groaning as a harsh Welsh voice called out in surprise.
“Bloody hell woman, who the fuck are you?”
“I am the one with the weapon pointed at his head who is advising you to pull on your trousers and go. Who am I?” John lowered his hands slightly and sucked his lower lip in frustration as the answer he expected came. “Why my dear fellow, I’m his wife.”
Oh he was definitely in trouble now. This was going to be painful.
Part Two
Story art by the amazing Carnen aka wnnb_darklord . If you like it as much as I adore it please spread the love here!
Complete fic is available via the Big Bang site here
Author:jovialien
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, PC Andy, Captain John Hart, OFC
Ratings/Warnings: PG 13 for swearing and violence. Spoilers for Exit Wounds
Betas: The awesome avon_09 (who needs special thanks for being the greatest emergency beta ever) and of course the lovely irener. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys or Gwen, I just borrow them. But the OC is all mine - for the record, any similarity to Lady Cristina de Souza is coincidental. I avoid spoilers and had already committed to and written half the story when the Easter Special aired. You should have heard the swearing... ;)
Summary: When the Doctor found out that there could still be another Time Lord left alive his first reaction was to wonder which one. But when Captain Jack Harkness found out that only seven Time Agents were left he didn't even think to ask who they were. On reflection, that may have been a mistake...
When a face from Jack's past catches up with him, he and his team find themselves embarking on a bizarre scavenger hunt. But can they trust the mysterious newcomer or could there be trouble ahead for the Torchwood team?
Ryan Davies switched off the TV with a groan as he spotted the time. It was far too late already and yet he couldn’t seem to stop channel hopping. With an effort he stood and moved over to the window, the blinds only half closed against the night, and reached out for the lamp alongside it. As he clicked it off there was a strange surge of light, as though the streetlight outside had flared for a moment.
Blearily gazing out into the street he hesitated as he spotted a dark figure that he could have sworn hadn’t been there a moment ago. The crouching figure stood slowly, looking around as though it had just arrived, a flash of longer hair streaking out in the lamplight suggesting it was a woman. A woman who had just arrived in a blaze of golden light...
Chuckling he turned away from the window and rubbed his eyes. People appearing in a flash of light? He had been watching too much of the Sarah Connor Chronicles. As he shut the living room door a grin ghosted over his face. If he was going to imagine strange sci-fi stuff he really needed to fantasise some naked women next time.
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Ianto looked up from the pillow with a soft growl as he realised he’d been left alone yet again. Jack’s bunk was slowly getting better, the threadbare utilitarian sheets had been replaced with a much higher cotton count and the scratchy blankets were long gone but it still needed a new mattress. Ianto was getting sick of having old springs dig into his side - or worse - at just the wrong moment.
As a result when Ianto did end up sleeping here he usually slept half over Jack, deciding his boss made a much comfier surface than the bed. But when his mattress decided to get up in the middle of the night Ianto was sure to wake up a little later.
Grabbing the thin dressing gown he had tried in vain to get Jack to wear on his midnight strolls Ianto pulled on his pyjama trousers and swung the gown on over them. A pair of slippers to navigate the ladder completed his look as he pulled his way up the ladder and poked his head out the top, the hatch already open.
As he suspected, a soft blue glow from one of the monitors was shining over Jack’s naked body, highlighting the smooth skin of his chest and soft lines of his muscles as he frowned slightly at something on the screen. The cold colours of the screen cast a shifting glow over his body, almost making it look as though he was underwater. Jack moved with an easy grace as he worked, his arms casting strange shadows on the wall as he called up different data and Ianto chuckled as he noticed Jack wasn’t entirely naked.
Pulling himself up into Jack’s office Ianto straightened up and padded quietly through the Hub. Sliding his arms around Jack he looked over his shoulder at the monitors, smiling as he leaned against his lover tiredly. “Should I be getting dressed and warming up the SUV?” Jack shook his head and Ianto could hear the frown in his voice as he answered.
“I don’t think so. There was a flare of rift activity over in Splott-”
“Sploe.”
“Sploe. Splott, Sploe, tom-A-to, tom-ah-to, should we call the whole thing off?” Ianto chuckled and hugged him tight for a moment, Jack’s arms shifting to cover his, the leather of his wrist strap cooler against Ianto’s skin.
“Jack if I was really going to get upset over you mangling words I’d start with the way when we met you could never decide how to pronounce my name from one day to the next-”
“Oh come on, Welsh is a very hard language!”
“Which you have had over one hundred years to practice!” Jack mumbled something under his breath which earned him a sharp jab to his side. “You really don’t want to go there Harkness. Now, you were saying?” Grinning in spite of himself Jack reached out and touched the monitor, a wireframe map of Cardiff zooming in on the area of Splott, the small residential area coming into focus. Data streamed across one corner of the screen and Ianto soon spotted the familiar peak of a surge in rift activity that corresponded with the area.
“There was a surge in rift activity over at - well, right there. It looks as though something might have come through.” Ianto nodded sleepily but his eyes were alert as he watched Jack work.
“Weevil?” Ianto suggested. Jack shrugged gently and wrapped his arms over Ianto’s again.
“Possibly. No reports have come in yet and I’ve been checking the CCTV for that area but no sign of anyone walking weevil style. Just your usual stragglers and returning revellers. Nothing that stands out.”
“So...” Ianto placed a kiss on the side on Jack’s neck. “There’s no sign that anything large and mean came through...” He planted another kiss lower down, his lips playing over the base of Jack’s neck. “No reports coming in of anything seriously wrong...” Jack grinned as Ianto slid along his shoulder, a slow drag of teeth promising more “...and nothing to imply that we should do anything other than go back to bed and look again in the morning?”
“I guess not.” Jack tried to keep his face serious as Ianto flicked his tongue over a sweet spot just on the top of his shoulder. “Of course that does mean I’m gonna have to get you out of those stupid clothes you’re wearing.” He didn’t react as Ianto’s hands slid down his arm to brush over his wriststrap, unfastening it and placing it on the desk with a loud clunk before tickling the inside of Jack’s wrist lightly.
“That can be arranged.”
With a chuckle Jack turned and wrapped his arms around Ianto, the pair of them wandering leisurely back to bed, pausing only to leave behind a trail of nightclothes.
Neither of them heard the soft beeps from the wrist strap ten minutes later.
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Captain John Hart didn’t take his wrist strap off even for sex. Not that his current partners had objected. He stretched his arms out above his head lazily and grinned, kissing the pair of lips that dragged over his hungrily. The blindfold left him guessing as to which of his pair of Welsh fuck buddies was in front and which behind but as four hands slid over his body he didn’t really care.
Being dragged back to Cardiff to avoid the cops not only had the advantage of pissing off Jack and his little boy toy but it also had the bonus of Cardiff boys. There really was something about the accent - or maybe it was all those weird tongue rolling things they had to do to speak it - that made them extra gifted. Plus he half suspected a century of the Harkness influence on the Bay area had something to do with the tricks that the local boys had picked up. Even if Jack had only fucked one in ten of them they went on to teach others, who taught others...
He groaned as a firm tongue slid over his arse and a second mouth fluttered over his stomach. Oh here came the best moment, the one he’d been imagining ever since he came across this pair in the bar. There was nothing quite like two tongues for the price of one. He leaned back, lost in the sensations and missed the soft metallic click over the noise of his two friends. He did not however miss the sharp point pressing against his temple, nor the unmistakeable threat of the pressure as it pushed against him just gently.
“Boys, if you don’t mind, I think I can handle this from here.” John sighed as he recognised the crisp pronunciation and English accent; that unmistakeable touch of posh in the soft female voice. Judging from the noise of his friends scrambling out the way he hadn’t been mistaken about the thing pressed against his skull being a weapon either. Even though he knew the answer already he couldn’t help groaning as a harsh Welsh voice called out in surprise.
“Bloody hell woman, who the fuck are you?”
“I am the one with the weapon pointed at his head who is advising you to pull on your trousers and go. Who am I?” John lowered his hands slightly and sucked his lower lip in frustration as the answer he expected came. “Why my dear fellow, I’m his wife.”
Oh he was definitely in trouble now. This was going to be painful.
Part Two
Story art by the amazing Carnen aka wnnb_darklord . If you like it as much as I adore it please spread the love here!