Movement (5/?)
Title: Defence
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, other canon pairings.
Rating: up to PG15 so far (for language and sexual situations)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Slight spoilers for series two. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary: People will do whatever they can to defend the people they love. Even if they have no idea what’s going on, or even what will happen if they try to help.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x
Masterlist
“I haven’t heard from her since…”
“Me neither. But it’s not like she’d call us to have a heart to heart.”
“She might call you.”
“Why, because we shagged for a bit? Nah. I would have thought it would be you. Then you could have one of those nights girls have where they eat ice cream moan about men.”
“Not really my thing.”
“No, I suppose not. And we all know that you and Ianto are pretty tight…”
“It’s not like I’ve chosen his side so now I wont talk to her. We’re supposed to be adults. Ianto’s my friend and so is Gwen. And I know Ianto would never do the childish “If you’re my friend you can’t be Gwen‘s” thing.”
“… Gwen might.”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.”
“When.”
“If.”
“Whatever Tosh. Think the best of her if you want. I wont. She wants everyone to be focused on her all the time. As far as she’s concerned, Ianto’s taken Jack off her and I’m a bastard because I laughed. You’re the only one left. She’ll come after you and try to recruit you, just you wait.”
“… Shut up Owen.”
“All right, all right. So, how much further have I got to go?”
Tosh looks down from the map and Owen’s little bleeping comm signal on her monitor to skim the list of instructions sitting on her keyboard.
“A few meters down the corridor. Should be a door coming up on your left.”
“Tell me again why I’ve got to hunt about in Ianto’s lair?”
“Because he’s not here. And it’s not his ‘lair’.”
“It bloody is. You haven’t seen the things I’ve seen on the CCTV… He treats it like his own little… sex dungeon.”
“Owen! Ianto’s a professional. The archives are very important to him-”
“So are sex dungeons to people who have them…”
“You’ve missed the door, Owen.”
Tosh spins round on her chair, a sheepish grin on her face.
“Shit. Evening Ianto.”
“Evening Owen, Tosh.” A glance at the monitor shows Owen has stopped moving.
“We though you were out,” Tosh says, trying to decided whether she should laugh or run.
“I was. And now I’m back.” Ianto says smoothly, a small smirk on his face, “Do you two mind being on your own for a while more? Jack needs to get out for the evening.”
“Not at all.” Tosh squeaks out. Owen is still silent.
Ianto walks off towards Jack’s office. Tosh waits until the door closes and he moves out of sight before turning back to her console.
“You’re going to be on deaf for a long time.”
“Jack’s using up all the decaf. He’ll probably piss in my mug.”
Tosh laughs, picking up the instructions again, “It wont be that bad. Now, turn around and go through the door. The box is on the bottom shelf on the right hand side.”
* * * * * * *
“Have you finished being a miserable bastard yet?”
Jack flinches and looks up at the hole in the ceiling.
“I wasn't being a miserable bastard.”
“Yes you were,” Ianto replies sternly, his feet appearing at the top of the ladder, “You were having a tantrum because you’re getting big and I wont let you have proper coffee.”
“Not big,” Jack mutters as Ianto reaches the floor, “Huge.”
Ianto rolls his eyes.
“We’re going out,” he says, reaching out and tugging at Jack’s hand. He pushes himself off the bed.
“Where?”
“Somewhere nice.”
Jack huffs.
“Or, if you’d prefer, you can stay in here until you’re showing too much to be able to go outside.”
“Fine,” Jack scowls, making his way towards the ladder.
* * * * * * *
The restaurant is nice, all new and shiny. Jack and Ianto sit by a window, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun.
“I'm sorry for being a bastard.”
“I know,” Ianto smiles, putting down his fork, “It’s not your fault.”
Jack takes Ianto’s hand across the table and feels the young man stiffen for a moment. Jack strokes his thumb over the back of his hand and Ianto relaxes slightly. His eyes still flit around nervously though.
“No one’s even looking at us,” Jack says quietly, offering up a small smile of reassurance. Ianto nods and squeezes his hand lightly.
They eat in companionable silence for a while. The restaurant grows busy, laughter and chatter filling the room. Ianto looks up from his desert to find Jack watching him. He raises an eyebrow, but Jack just smiles and doesn’t look away.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack sees something that wipes the smile clean off his face. Ianto frowns, following Jack’s gaze until he spots her.
“Fuck,” He says, turning back to the table and pinch the bridge of his nose, “The one time we go out for the evening… Is she still looking at us?”
“Yeah. She probably wont come over though. Rhys is with her.”
“Good. I’m not in the mood to deal with her now,” Ianto says, taking Jack’s hand again, “And she’s not spoiling our evening.”
Jack grins, sliding his foot up Ianto’s leg under the table. Ianto quirks an eyebrow playfully.
“Perhaps we should make a move… Go back to your flat and- Oh great.”
A quick glance to Ianto‘s left shows Rhys ambling over, a frown on his face.
“Jack, I wondered if I could have a word,” he says when he reaches their table, puffing out his chest a little.
“What can I do for you Rhys?” Jack replies, the patented Harkness smile firmly in place.
“Right, well I’m not going to pretend to know what’s going on, but Gwen’s pretty upset about it. I want you to apologise.”
Jack laughs, standing up to face him.
“You want me to apologise? I’m pretty sure if you knew what was going on, you wouldn’t be saying that.”
“Jack…” Ianto warns, standing up to place a hand on Jack’s arm.
“Well, the fact is, I don’t. All I know is that my wife is upset and-”
“And you’re doing the honourable thing by defending her. Oh, well done,” Jack sneers, squaring up to the other man, “If I were you Rhys, I’d stay out of it. Or you might just learn a few things you didn’t want to know about darling-”
“Time to go,” Ianto says, grabbing Jack forcefully by the elbow, throwing down some money and dragging him away from the table.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhys calls after them, but they don’t stop until they reach Gwen’s table. She glares at them, folding her arms across her chest.
Ianto slams his hands down on the table either side of her, and the restaurant goes quiet. Gwen flinches, leaning back in her chair, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
“You,” he growls, “Are bloody lucky I’m here to shut Jack up. Next time, there might not be anyone around to cover for you.”
Rhys is there in a second, a hand fisted in Ianto’s charcoal grey suit, shoving him away from his wife.
“You don’t talk to her like that, alright?”
“Get your hands off him, Rhys,” Jack snarls, “Now.”
Rhys looks between the two of them, uncertainty in his eyes. For a moment, it looks as though he might do as he’s told, but he just jerks his hand upward, holding on tighter.
Jack’s fist connects with Rhys’ jaw with a nasty crunch. Gwen jumps up from her seat as Rhys wheels backward, clutching his face.
“What the fuck Jack! Who the fuck d’you think you are?”
“Gentlemen, I’m going to have top ask you to leave,” a timid looking manager says, reluctant to get between them. Ianto goes over to him, flashing his torchwood ID, and he backs down.
“Jack, we’re going,” he says moving between his lover and the glowering couple.
“Better do as you’re told Jack,” Gwen sneers, but Jack pays no attention to her, instead moving towards Ianto.
“Are you all right?” He murmurs, smoothing down his rumpled suit and linking their hands together.
“I’m fine. But we need to leave. We’re causing quite a scene.” Jack glances around to find a large portion of the restaurant watching their exchange.
“Alright, let’s go,” They turn away from their audience towards the door, but Jack pauses for a moment, “Oh, and Gwen,” He says, turning back, “If you stop coming into work, your pay gets stopped and you get a little something in your tea. Keep that in mind.” He hooks his arm around Ianto’s waist and lets him lead them out.
* * * * * * *
“You know, this is bloody typical. They all go out and we get a weevil sighting”
“Oh, stop moaning, Owen,” Tosh sighs, dodging a puddle on the pavement, “It’s only a possible sighting. Nothing definite. We’ll call them if we need them.”
“Still, they shouldn't just leave it to us.”
“Jack needs to get out. They’ve been really stressed recently.” Tosh stops at the entrance to a small close, looking down at her PDA, “Gwen’s gotten them really wound up.”
“She bloody winds me up too, I don’t get the evening off,” Owen grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“She’s not completely infatuated with you.”
“Nah, but I did shag her. That’s gotta be worth more points.”
Tosh has to force herself not to laugh.
“Come on, it’s supposed to be down the road a bit,” she says, continuing down the dingy street. Owen huffs and follows after her.
Neither of them feel inclined to turn around, so neither catch a glimpse of the florescent jacket of one PC Andy Davidson as he strides out of the small close and up the road. He glances over his shoulder as Tosh and Owen disappear into the shadows, frowning and worrying his lip.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, other canon pairings.
Rating: up to PG15 so far (for language and sexual situations)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Slight spoilers for series two. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary: People will do whatever they can to defend the people they love. Even if they have no idea what’s going on, or even what will happen if they try to help.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x
Masterlist
“I haven’t heard from her since…”
“Me neither. But it’s not like she’d call us to have a heart to heart.”
“She might call you.”
“Why, because we shagged for a bit? Nah. I would have thought it would be you. Then you could have one of those nights girls have where they eat ice cream moan about men.”
“Not really my thing.”
“No, I suppose not. And we all know that you and Ianto are pretty tight…”
“It’s not like I’ve chosen his side so now I wont talk to her. We’re supposed to be adults. Ianto’s my friend and so is Gwen. And I know Ianto would never do the childish “If you’re my friend you can’t be Gwen‘s” thing.”
“… Gwen might.”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.”
“When.”
“If.”
“Whatever Tosh. Think the best of her if you want. I wont. She wants everyone to be focused on her all the time. As far as she’s concerned, Ianto’s taken Jack off her and I’m a bastard because I laughed. You’re the only one left. She’ll come after you and try to recruit you, just you wait.”
“… Shut up Owen.”
“All right, all right. So, how much further have I got to go?”
Tosh looks down from the map and Owen’s little bleeping comm signal on her monitor to skim the list of instructions sitting on her keyboard.
“A few meters down the corridor. Should be a door coming up on your left.”
“Tell me again why I’ve got to hunt about in Ianto’s lair?”
“Because he’s not here. And it’s not his ‘lair’.”
“It bloody is. You haven’t seen the things I’ve seen on the CCTV… He treats it like his own little… sex dungeon.”
“Owen! Ianto’s a professional. The archives are very important to him-”
“So are sex dungeons to people who have them…”
“You’ve missed the door, Owen.”
Tosh spins round on her chair, a sheepish grin on her face.
“Shit. Evening Ianto.”
“Evening Owen, Tosh.” A glance at the monitor shows Owen has stopped moving.
“We though you were out,” Tosh says, trying to decided whether she should laugh or run.
“I was. And now I’m back.” Ianto says smoothly, a small smirk on his face, “Do you two mind being on your own for a while more? Jack needs to get out for the evening.”
“Not at all.” Tosh squeaks out. Owen is still silent.
Ianto walks off towards Jack’s office. Tosh waits until the door closes and he moves out of sight before turning back to her console.
“You’re going to be on deaf for a long time.”
“Jack’s using up all the decaf. He’ll probably piss in my mug.”
Tosh laughs, picking up the instructions again, “It wont be that bad. Now, turn around and go through the door. The box is on the bottom shelf on the right hand side.”
* * * * * * *
“Have you finished being a miserable bastard yet?”
Jack flinches and looks up at the hole in the ceiling.
“I wasn't being a miserable bastard.”
“Yes you were,” Ianto replies sternly, his feet appearing at the top of the ladder, “You were having a tantrum because you’re getting big and I wont let you have proper coffee.”
“Not big,” Jack mutters as Ianto reaches the floor, “Huge.”
Ianto rolls his eyes.
“We’re going out,” he says, reaching out and tugging at Jack’s hand. He pushes himself off the bed.
“Where?”
“Somewhere nice.”
Jack huffs.
“Or, if you’d prefer, you can stay in here until you’re showing too much to be able to go outside.”
“Fine,” Jack scowls, making his way towards the ladder.
* * * * * * *
The restaurant is nice, all new and shiny. Jack and Ianto sit by a window, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun.
“I'm sorry for being a bastard.”
“I know,” Ianto smiles, putting down his fork, “It’s not your fault.”
Jack takes Ianto’s hand across the table and feels the young man stiffen for a moment. Jack strokes his thumb over the back of his hand and Ianto relaxes slightly. His eyes still flit around nervously though.
“No one’s even looking at us,” Jack says quietly, offering up a small smile of reassurance. Ianto nods and squeezes his hand lightly.
They eat in companionable silence for a while. The restaurant grows busy, laughter and chatter filling the room. Ianto looks up from his desert to find Jack watching him. He raises an eyebrow, but Jack just smiles and doesn’t look away.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack sees something that wipes the smile clean off his face. Ianto frowns, following Jack’s gaze until he spots her.
“Fuck,” He says, turning back to the table and pinch the bridge of his nose, “The one time we go out for the evening… Is she still looking at us?”
“Yeah. She probably wont come over though. Rhys is with her.”
“Good. I’m not in the mood to deal with her now,” Ianto says, taking Jack’s hand again, “And she’s not spoiling our evening.”
Jack grins, sliding his foot up Ianto’s leg under the table. Ianto quirks an eyebrow playfully.
“Perhaps we should make a move… Go back to your flat and- Oh great.”
A quick glance to Ianto‘s left shows Rhys ambling over, a frown on his face.
“Jack, I wondered if I could have a word,” he says when he reaches their table, puffing out his chest a little.
“What can I do for you Rhys?” Jack replies, the patented Harkness smile firmly in place.
“Right, well I’m not going to pretend to know what’s going on, but Gwen’s pretty upset about it. I want you to apologise.”
Jack laughs, standing up to face him.
“You want me to apologise? I’m pretty sure if you knew what was going on, you wouldn’t be saying that.”
“Jack…” Ianto warns, standing up to place a hand on Jack’s arm.
“Well, the fact is, I don’t. All I know is that my wife is upset and-”
“And you’re doing the honourable thing by defending her. Oh, well done,” Jack sneers, squaring up to the other man, “If I were you Rhys, I’d stay out of it. Or you might just learn a few things you didn’t want to know about darling-”
“Time to go,” Ianto says, grabbing Jack forcefully by the elbow, throwing down some money and dragging him away from the table.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhys calls after them, but they don’t stop until they reach Gwen’s table. She glares at them, folding her arms across her chest.
Ianto slams his hands down on the table either side of her, and the restaurant goes quiet. Gwen flinches, leaning back in her chair, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
“You,” he growls, “Are bloody lucky I’m here to shut Jack up. Next time, there might not be anyone around to cover for you.”
Rhys is there in a second, a hand fisted in Ianto’s charcoal grey suit, shoving him away from his wife.
“You don’t talk to her like that, alright?”
“Get your hands off him, Rhys,” Jack snarls, “Now.”
Rhys looks between the two of them, uncertainty in his eyes. For a moment, it looks as though he might do as he’s told, but he just jerks his hand upward, holding on tighter.
Jack’s fist connects with Rhys’ jaw with a nasty crunch. Gwen jumps up from her seat as Rhys wheels backward, clutching his face.
“What the fuck Jack! Who the fuck d’you think you are?”
“Gentlemen, I’m going to have top ask you to leave,” a timid looking manager says, reluctant to get between them. Ianto goes over to him, flashing his torchwood ID, and he backs down.
“Jack, we’re going,” he says moving between his lover and the glowering couple.
“Better do as you’re told Jack,” Gwen sneers, but Jack pays no attention to her, instead moving towards Ianto.
“Are you all right?” He murmurs, smoothing down his rumpled suit and linking their hands together.
“I’m fine. But we need to leave. We’re causing quite a scene.” Jack glances around to find a large portion of the restaurant watching their exchange.
“Alright, let’s go,” They turn away from their audience towards the door, but Jack pauses for a moment, “Oh, and Gwen,” He says, turning back, “If you stop coming into work, your pay gets stopped and you get a little something in your tea. Keep that in mind.” He hooks his arm around Ianto’s waist and lets him lead them out.
* * * * * * *
“You know, this is bloody typical. They all go out and we get a weevil sighting”
“Oh, stop moaning, Owen,” Tosh sighs, dodging a puddle on the pavement, “It’s only a possible sighting. Nothing definite. We’ll call them if we need them.”
“Still, they shouldn't just leave it to us.”
“Jack needs to get out. They’ve been really stressed recently.” Tosh stops at the entrance to a small close, looking down at her PDA, “Gwen’s gotten them really wound up.”
“She bloody winds me up too, I don’t get the evening off,” Owen grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“She’s not completely infatuated with you.”
“Nah, but I did shag her. That’s gotta be worth more points.”
Tosh has to force herself not to laugh.
“Come on, it’s supposed to be down the road a bit,” she says, continuing down the dingy street. Owen huffs and follows after her.
Neither of them feel inclined to turn around, so neither catch a glimpse of the florescent jacket of one PC Andy Davidson as he strides out of the small close and up the road. He glances over his shoulder as Tosh and Owen disappear into the shadows, frowning and worrying his lip.