Kashmir: Chapter 2
Title: Kashmir
Chapter: Two - No Quarter
Words: 1,933
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/past OMC
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, OC
Summary: After their first night together, Ianto vanishes leaving behind a confused Jack.
Rating: R
Warnings: mentions of sex; adult language; mentions of violence
Spoilers: Seasons 1 & 2
Disclaimer: my first fiction; I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 1
Walking side by side with death
the devil mocks their every step
Ianto woke after a couple hours of sleep with Jack curled up next to him. When he first saw Jack's little room under his office, Ianto suddenly realized just how lonely the man was. Ianto had cursed his fate and the events that left him with nothing but Torchwood. But as he had grown closer to Jack after Lisa's final demise, Ianto saw a man who had also given everything.
Jack was incredibly passionate with Ianto in his office. His strong, muscular arms encircled him as his tongue feverishly explored his mouth. After what seemed like hours, Jack pulled back and held Ianto at arm's length. He looked into Ianto's eyes seeming to ask for permission to continue. Before he could say it out loud, Ianto cupped Jack's cheeks and kissed him slowly then smiled. Jack returned the smile, turned, and opened a hatch on the floor.
Jack descended the ladder and Ianto followed after. Ianto looked around the small space and finally turned to Jack. His swagger and confidence from minutes earlier was replaced with a nervous anticipation. Ianto walked up to him and slid his hands down Jack's broad chest. He then smiled gently at Jack and pulled down his braces.
It had been some time since Ianto had been with a man. He hadn't realized just how much he missed the comfort of strong arms holding him. Ianto shocked himself with how much affection he held for Jack while he watched him sleeping next to him. While he was happy to finally be with Jack, Ianto dreaded Owen finding out and torturing him. 'I'll have to start keeping clothes at the Hub,' Ianto thought.
Though he wanted nothing more than to lie next to Jack until morning, he decided to head back to his flat and change. Ianto disentangled himself from Jack and made his way up the ladder. He had spent many early mornings in the Hub taking care of Lisa, sorting through the archives, or just cleaning up various messes. This was his first post-coital morning in the Hub and he had to admit that it was a definite improvement. Before leaving, Ianto contemplated bringing Jack a cup of coffee but decided to wait until he came back.
Once Ianto stepped inside his flat, he knew something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something wrong. Hoping he was only being paranoid, Ianto cautiously raised his gun and headed for his bedroom. Once he stepped inside, he saw a man lying on his bed, pillow propped up against the headboard. While keeping the gun trained on the figure in front of him, Ianto turned on the light. "What are you doing here?" Ianto groaned as he lowered his gun.
"I'm so sorry, Ianto." Was all Ianto heard before rough hands grabbed him from either side and shoved a needle into his neck.
Ianto sluggishly woke, cold and in pain. As his eyes adjusted, he made out a fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. The walls were bare cinder blocks, grey and empty except for surveillance cameras in each corner. In front of him was a stainless steel table bolted to the ground, which was tile with a drain in the center. Even in this state, Ianto couldn't help but roll his eyes at such a cliché. He was seated, naked, chained by his wrists and ankles to a metal chair with a tight gag stuffed in his mouth.
After what seemed like hours, a well groomed man in a suit entered the room and leaned against the table in front of Ianto. Ianto immediately took a dislike to him. Not just because he had apparently kidnapped him, but because he had a terribly smug look on his face.
The man took several long minutes to stare at Ianto while he smiled fiendishly. Finally, the man took a long inhale and spoke, "Ianto Jones, terribly sorry about the abduction, but we would like your consultation on a project. Don't be mistaken, you will cooperate eventually, but I'm here to give you the choice of participating without a big fuss."
The smug asshole sauntered up closer to Ianto and pulled out the gag, "So what do you say, Mr. Jones? Do you want to cooperate and be over with this quickly or am I going to have to be rough with you?"
Ianto slowly lifted his head and glared before spitting directly into the man's face. His captor stiffly laughed and rubbed the spit off with a handkerchief. He then forcefully brought down his foot on top of Ianto's with more strength than humanly possible. Ianto screamed in pain as he heard the small bones cracking.
The suited man laughed and headed for the door, "Well, Mr. Jones, I'm going to give you a few days to think over your decision." He then left the room. However, Ianto was not alone for long.
"Jesus Christ! You bastards, the contract said no permanent damage. He looks terrible."
"Sir, I assure you that while Mr. Jones' wounds may look severe, he will completely recover. I've included a dossier of all his injuries."
Nick sighed resignedly and approached the unconscious Ianto on the gurney. He tried to run his hand through Ianto's shaggy hair but stopped when he felt moisture. He pulled his hand away and shuddered seeing it covered in blood. Nick angrily turned his hand to the doctor in front of him.
The stocky, balding physician hurried over to Ianto with a large pad of gauze. "He was here for six weeks, and you know his stubborn nature, you can't possibly think he would come through without a few scratches." The doctor nervously pressed the gauze to Ianto's head wound.
"When will the sedative wear off?"
"Two hours and he will need another dose of painkillers in three hours." The doctor handed over a bottle of pills.
"Will he be able to swallow them?"
The doctor nervously fidgeted then turned to the cabinet behind him. After rummaging about, he pulled out a bottle and syringe handing them over to the imposing man in front of him.
"The money?" Nick asked through gritted teeth.
"It has been wired to your account."
"Fine. Rest assured that if he doesn't make a full recovery, I will personally hunt you down." Nick then opened the door and signaled to his men who entered and wheeled Ianto out. Nick glared one more time at the doctor and followed after. The doctor let out his held breath and grabbed onto the cabinet for support.
Ianto blearily opened his one good eye and tried to look around. He was lying down flat, which was odd because he usually slept huddled in the corner. He also noticed there was a blanket on top of him and he was wearing clothes. What is he trying now? Ianto thought dejectedly. While it felt nice to have these luxuries, Ianto knew that any sort of comfort was just another ploy soon to be followed by something horrendous.
Ianto decided he should try to get up since he was expected to be on his knees when someone entered the room. To his shock, he was not in excruciating pain as his multiple broken ribs tended to make even breathing difficult.
"Whoa, don't move too fast. You need to lie flat for now." Nick entered the room holding a glass of water.
Ianto suddenly realized he was somehow no longer in his cell. Ianto tried to look about the room and could see it was naturally lit with white walls and nice wooden furniture.
"Nick, where am I?"
"You're safe."
"Really?"
"Yes."
At that, tears of relief started to fall from Ianto's eye. "Why did you do it?"
Nick sat on a chair next to the bed and timidly spoke, "I had to do it. I know that means very little but you have to believe me. People assumed that when you took that cyberman into Torchwood 3 you were as good as dead. Then I come to find out that you had been spotted alive and on the News. There was a report of cannibals in Wales and you were walking through the background. I did a little investigating and found out Dr. Tanizaki, a robotics expert, left Japan for the U.K. and never returned. I can only assume that Harkness found the cyberman and destroyed it?"
Ianto nodded.
"I rushed back but it was too late, you were already being tracked. They would have taken you away and killed you when they were done. I was able to negotiate to have you released to me with no permanent damage."
"Why didn't you just tell me? Jack could've-"
"Harkness is barely keeping that place together. You were able to sneak a cyberman into his basement without him even noticing. Besides, at this point I couldn't have even kept you safe."
Ianto paused and then softly spoke, "Why didn't you kill me?"
"Ianto, that was never-"
"No, after Canary Warf, why didn't you pull the trigger when you found me with Lisa?"
Nick leaned closer and whispered, "You know why." He then softly placed a kiss on Ianto's cracked lips.
Ianto sat up slightly as Nick helped him drink some sips of water. "We could run away together." Nick said softly as his patted Ianto's hair. "Go someplace warm and isolated then forget about aliens and government conspiracies."
Ianto smiled softly, "That would be nice."
There was the briefest flicker of hope on Nick's then he sighed, "But we can't, can we?"
Mustering all the strength he had at the moment, Ianto reached out and held Nick's hand, "No, not now. Not after everything we've done. Not knowing what I know."
Nick gently kissed Ianto's hand, "I can take you back to Torchwood but I'll have to remove your memory of everything that happened. That was part of the contract."
"How precise is it?"
"Everything, including my men and I abducting you."
Ianto paused and thought, "I wouldn't lose the entire night?"
Nick flinched thinking about how Ianto had smelled of Captain Harkness, "Are you in love with him?"
Ianto was surprised for a second but then decided he shouldn't underestimate details slipping past Nick. He whispered almost as if saying it to himself, "Yes."
Nick reassuringly squeezed Ianto's hand, "You'll remember everything until the moment you opened your front door."
Nick stood and straightened his shirt, "I'll start making the necessary arrangements."
Ianto tried to sit up but stopped when it started to hurt, "Wait, Nick, I'll need to set up a trigger in case what I think is going to happen, happens."
"I'll bring you a laptop." Nick then headed out the door and Ianto started planning what he needed to do.
Chapter 3
Chapter: Two - No Quarter
Words: 1,933
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/past OMC
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, OC
Summary: After their first night together, Ianto vanishes leaving behind a confused Jack.
Rating: R
Warnings: mentions of sex; adult language; mentions of violence
Spoilers: Seasons 1 & 2
Disclaimer: my first fiction; I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 1
Walking side by side with death
the devil mocks their every step
Ianto woke after a couple hours of sleep with Jack curled up next to him. When he first saw Jack's little room under his office, Ianto suddenly realized just how lonely the man was. Ianto had cursed his fate and the events that left him with nothing but Torchwood. But as he had grown closer to Jack after Lisa's final demise, Ianto saw a man who had also given everything.
Jack was incredibly passionate with Ianto in his office. His strong, muscular arms encircled him as his tongue feverishly explored his mouth. After what seemed like hours, Jack pulled back and held Ianto at arm's length. He looked into Ianto's eyes seeming to ask for permission to continue. Before he could say it out loud, Ianto cupped Jack's cheeks and kissed him slowly then smiled. Jack returned the smile, turned, and opened a hatch on the floor.
Jack descended the ladder and Ianto followed after. Ianto looked around the small space and finally turned to Jack. His swagger and confidence from minutes earlier was replaced with a nervous anticipation. Ianto walked up to him and slid his hands down Jack's broad chest. He then smiled gently at Jack and pulled down his braces.
It had been some time since Ianto had been with a man. He hadn't realized just how much he missed the comfort of strong arms holding him. Ianto shocked himself with how much affection he held for Jack while he watched him sleeping next to him. While he was happy to finally be with Jack, Ianto dreaded Owen finding out and torturing him. 'I'll have to start keeping clothes at the Hub,' Ianto thought.
Though he wanted nothing more than to lie next to Jack until morning, he decided to head back to his flat and change. Ianto disentangled himself from Jack and made his way up the ladder. He had spent many early mornings in the Hub taking care of Lisa, sorting through the archives, or just cleaning up various messes. This was his first post-coital morning in the Hub and he had to admit that it was a definite improvement. Before leaving, Ianto contemplated bringing Jack a cup of coffee but decided to wait until he came back.
Once Ianto stepped inside his flat, he knew something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something wrong. Hoping he was only being paranoid, Ianto cautiously raised his gun and headed for his bedroom. Once he stepped inside, he saw a man lying on his bed, pillow propped up against the headboard. While keeping the gun trained on the figure in front of him, Ianto turned on the light. "What are you doing here?" Ianto groaned as he lowered his gun.
"I'm so sorry, Ianto." Was all Ianto heard before rough hands grabbed him from either side and shoved a needle into his neck.
Ianto sluggishly woke, cold and in pain. As his eyes adjusted, he made out a fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. The walls were bare cinder blocks, grey and empty except for surveillance cameras in each corner. In front of him was a stainless steel table bolted to the ground, which was tile with a drain in the center. Even in this state, Ianto couldn't help but roll his eyes at such a cliché. He was seated, naked, chained by his wrists and ankles to a metal chair with a tight gag stuffed in his mouth.
After what seemed like hours, a well groomed man in a suit entered the room and leaned against the table in front of Ianto. Ianto immediately took a dislike to him. Not just because he had apparently kidnapped him, but because he had a terribly smug look on his face.
The man took several long minutes to stare at Ianto while he smiled fiendishly. Finally, the man took a long inhale and spoke, "Ianto Jones, terribly sorry about the abduction, but we would like your consultation on a project. Don't be mistaken, you will cooperate eventually, but I'm here to give you the choice of participating without a big fuss."
The smug asshole sauntered up closer to Ianto and pulled out the gag, "So what do you say, Mr. Jones? Do you want to cooperate and be over with this quickly or am I going to have to be rough with you?"
Ianto slowly lifted his head and glared before spitting directly into the man's face. His captor stiffly laughed and rubbed the spit off with a handkerchief. He then forcefully brought down his foot on top of Ianto's with more strength than humanly possible. Ianto screamed in pain as he heard the small bones cracking.
The suited man laughed and headed for the door, "Well, Mr. Jones, I'm going to give you a few days to think over your decision." He then left the room. However, Ianto was not alone for long.
"Jesus Christ! You bastards, the contract said no permanent damage. He looks terrible."
"Sir, I assure you that while Mr. Jones' wounds may look severe, he will completely recover. I've included a dossier of all his injuries."
Nick sighed resignedly and approached the unconscious Ianto on the gurney. He tried to run his hand through Ianto's shaggy hair but stopped when he felt moisture. He pulled his hand away and shuddered seeing it covered in blood. Nick angrily turned his hand to the doctor in front of him.
The stocky, balding physician hurried over to Ianto with a large pad of gauze. "He was here for six weeks, and you know his stubborn nature, you can't possibly think he would come through without a few scratches." The doctor nervously pressed the gauze to Ianto's head wound.
"When will the sedative wear off?"
"Two hours and he will need another dose of painkillers in three hours." The doctor handed over a bottle of pills.
"Will he be able to swallow them?"
The doctor nervously fidgeted then turned to the cabinet behind him. After rummaging about, he pulled out a bottle and syringe handing them over to the imposing man in front of him.
"The money?" Nick asked through gritted teeth.
"It has been wired to your account."
"Fine. Rest assured that if he doesn't make a full recovery, I will personally hunt you down." Nick then opened the door and signaled to his men who entered and wheeled Ianto out. Nick glared one more time at the doctor and followed after. The doctor let out his held breath and grabbed onto the cabinet for support.
Ianto blearily opened his one good eye and tried to look around. He was lying down flat, which was odd because he usually slept huddled in the corner. He also noticed there was a blanket on top of him and he was wearing clothes. What is he trying now? Ianto thought dejectedly. While it felt nice to have these luxuries, Ianto knew that any sort of comfort was just another ploy soon to be followed by something horrendous.
Ianto decided he should try to get up since he was expected to be on his knees when someone entered the room. To his shock, he was not in excruciating pain as his multiple broken ribs tended to make even breathing difficult.
"Whoa, don't move too fast. You need to lie flat for now." Nick entered the room holding a glass of water.
Ianto suddenly realized he was somehow no longer in his cell. Ianto tried to look about the room and could see it was naturally lit with white walls and nice wooden furniture.
"Nick, where am I?"
"You're safe."
"Really?"
"Yes."
At that, tears of relief started to fall from Ianto's eye. "Why did you do it?"
Nick sat on a chair next to the bed and timidly spoke, "I had to do it. I know that means very little but you have to believe me. People assumed that when you took that cyberman into Torchwood 3 you were as good as dead. Then I come to find out that you had been spotted alive and on the News. There was a report of cannibals in Wales and you were walking through the background. I did a little investigating and found out Dr. Tanizaki, a robotics expert, left Japan for the U.K. and never returned. I can only assume that Harkness found the cyberman and destroyed it?"
Ianto nodded.
"I rushed back but it was too late, you were already being tracked. They would have taken you away and killed you when they were done. I was able to negotiate to have you released to me with no permanent damage."
"Why didn't you just tell me? Jack could've-"
"Harkness is barely keeping that place together. You were able to sneak a cyberman into his basement without him even noticing. Besides, at this point I couldn't have even kept you safe."
Ianto paused and then softly spoke, "Why didn't you kill me?"
"Ianto, that was never-"
"No, after Canary Warf, why didn't you pull the trigger when you found me with Lisa?"
Nick leaned closer and whispered, "You know why." He then softly placed a kiss on Ianto's cracked lips.
Ianto sat up slightly as Nick helped him drink some sips of water. "We could run away together." Nick said softly as his patted Ianto's hair. "Go someplace warm and isolated then forget about aliens and government conspiracies."
Ianto smiled softly, "That would be nice."
There was the briefest flicker of hope on Nick's then he sighed, "But we can't, can we?"
Mustering all the strength he had at the moment, Ianto reached out and held Nick's hand, "No, not now. Not after everything we've done. Not knowing what I know."
Nick gently kissed Ianto's hand, "I can take you back to Torchwood but I'll have to remove your memory of everything that happened. That was part of the contract."
"How precise is it?"
"Everything, including my men and I abducting you."
Ianto paused and thought, "I wouldn't lose the entire night?"
Nick flinched thinking about how Ianto had smelled of Captain Harkness, "Are you in love with him?"
Ianto was surprised for a second but then decided he shouldn't underestimate details slipping past Nick. He whispered almost as if saying it to himself, "Yes."
Nick reassuringly squeezed Ianto's hand, "You'll remember everything until the moment you opened your front door."
Nick stood and straightened his shirt, "I'll start making the necessary arrangements."
Ianto tried to sit up but stopped when it started to hurt, "Wait, Nick, I'll need to set up a trigger in case what I think is going to happen, happens."
"I'll bring you a laptop." Nick then headed out the door and Ianto started planning what he needed to do.
Chapter 3