Fic - The Sleeper and Seduction, Chapter 2
Title: The Sleeper and Seduction
Chapter: 2/10
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Janto (main), John/Ianto (a little)
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, 2x02 Sleeper
Warnings - OOC (just in case), violence
Summary - Jack tries to win back Ianto, but it won't be as easy as he thinks. Especially when Captain John Hart decides he wants the young welshman for himself. Add to that a young woman who might be a sleeper agent and people from Torchwood One being killed off, and it's going to be a long day. Sequel to 'A Different Kind of Kiss'
A/N - Huge thanks to those who reviewed. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter (although there isn't a lot of Janto or John/Ianto in it).
Chapter 2
The Two Captains
“So, Jack,” John said, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, grinning as Jack continued to stare at him. “Are you going to talk, or did you just want time to stare at me in all my gorgeousness alone?”
Jack snorted, shaking his head, wondering if John would ever change. He had hoped the team would agree with him, that John was too volatile to keep around, but would respect their wishes to have John as a part of the team as a trial basis.
“I don’t trust you,” Jack said, leaning forward, ignoring the smirk John sent him.
“Feelings mutual,” John shot back, sitting forward to match him, the smirk falling from his face. “But it looks like part of your team do.”
“They’ll see you for what you really are soon, John,” Jack replied, standing up, leaning his hands on the table.
“Like they have you, Jack?” John asked, the smirk returning to his face as he also stood, raising an eyebrow. “How much does your darling team know about you, Jack? The real you, I mean. Cos from what I’ve seen, they know only what you’ve told them. And we were always evenly matched when it came to a con.”
“What the hell do you want, John?” Jack asked through gritted teeth. There had been a time when he didn’t even need to ask what John wanted, knew without a doubt what was going through the other man’s head, the way they thought so similar that all he had to do was ask himself what he wanted.
But he had changed since meeting the Doctor, since starting Torchwood, since being with his new team and Ianto. He was no longer the selfish man he once had been, he cared about the people he worked with and didn’t want to see them hurt by this man from his past.
“How long do you have?” John asked, the infuriating smirk spreading, as he leant across the table.
“We’ll never be the team we were, John,” Jack replied, shaking his head. He was too different now to ever go back to the way he once was. “So if that’s what you want, you might as well leave now.”
“So arrogant,” John said, chuckling a little as he shook his head. “Not everything’s about you.”
“So you just picked this world randomly?” Jack shot back, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest. “The canisters just happened to fall here and you just miraculously knew I was on Earth?”
“I’ll admit,” John replied, leaning further across the table. “At first I did have some notions that we could go back to traveling and conning the universe together, just like old times, but now … now, I’ve seen something that interests me far more.”
Shooting a hand out, Jack grabbed the front of John’s jacket, pulling him further across the table.
“Leave Ianto alone, John,” he growled, knowing that the anger was a shield for the fear that he felt, a part of him wondering if Ianto might wash his hands of their relationship.
“Now, now,” John said, pulling himself out of Jack’s grasp. “Who said anything about that gorgeous tea boy of yours being the ‘something’?”
“I mean it,” Jack said. “Stay away from him; he doesn’t want your attention.”
“You sure about that?” John asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because he wasn’t pushing me away earlier, just like he didn’t push me away when we kissed.”
Before he could respond, they were interrupted by Gwen, who walked into the room, her narrowed gaze focusing on Jack for a moment, before saying what had brought her back into the conference room.
“Andy just called,” she said. “Looks like there were some unexplained murders that he thinks might be up our alley.”
“Don’t look at me, I was locked up in a cell all night,” John said, holding up his hands in an innocent gesture, sending Gwen a charming smile when she gave him a little eye roll.
“Let’s move out,” Jack replied, striding out through the door, part of him hating that that included John now.
**
“Alright,” Jack said, as they pulled up to the house, getting out of the SUV quickly, stretching his fingers where they had started to cramp.
Tosh had decided to stay behind to monitor something on her computer, Ianto taking her place, Jack watching on the drive over in the rear view mirror as John pushed himself closer and closer to the young Welshman during the drive.
It had taken all of his will power not to pull over and order Gwen to sit between Ianto and Hart, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel so hard as he held his tongue.
“Ianto, Gwen,” he said, striding past the police men. “Talk to the officers and any neighbours. Owen and John, you’re with me.”
Tosh had filled them in on their way over. Two males, both fatally wounded after breaking into a house. The woman who lived in the apartment had disappeared after calling the police, the police currently searching the area for her.
“Damn,” Owen said, pushing past Jack once they had reached the fifth floor apartment, making a quick assessment as Andy filled them in, closing the men’s eyes, their masks having been taken off before they arrived.
“Bit weird this one,” Andy said, as Owen continued to examine the men. “Might be one of yours. Nobody saw anything, heard anything, the usual. We’re thinking the woman did it, killed them and then disappeared. The thing is, when the woman called, there was a strange noise, just before the men started screaming and the line went dead.”
“Thank you, Andy,” Jack said, ushering the man out of the room.
He heard John whistle as he closed the door, turning around to see the man crouching down next to one of the men.
“And here I was thinking Earth was a nice, happy place,” Hart said, poking the dead man, giving an innocent look when Owen pushed him out of the way to examine him.
“We get all kinds of crap through the Rift,” Owen replied, sending a significant look towards Hart, before doing one last check and standing up.
“Cause of death?” Jack asked, ignoring Hart.
“From what I can tell, the stab wounds are from some kind of long narrow blade,” Owen said, pulling his gloves off, a thoughtful look on his face. “Nothing in this room matching that description. And they’ve got these long gashes down they’re backs. Could’ve been made from the thing that killed them.”
“She could have taken it with her,” Hart said, leaning back against the wall, glancing up as the door opened behind Jack. “It’s what I would’ve done.”
“Nobody heard a disturbance,” Gwen said walking in, Ianto not far behind her.
Gwen continued to talk, but Jack’s attention was on Ianto, taking in the look of shock and horror that was on the young man’s face, before he quickly masked it, looking away from the bodies and at the wall.
“Jack?” Gwen asked, moving closer to him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”
“Ianto?” Jack asked, moving past Gwen to where the Welshman stood. “What is it?”
“I know them,” Ianto murmured, his blue eyes meeting Jack’s, Jack wanting to step forward and hug the other man, stop the hurt that he could see flashing through Ianto’s eyes.
“What?” Owen asked, his voice reminding Jack that they weren’t alone.
“They worked for Torchwood One,” Ianto said, his gaze shifting over to Owen, skipping over the bodies on the ground. “They … they were good men.”
“What would two men from Torchwood One, be doing breaking into an apartment in Cardiff?” Gwen asked, confusion on her face.
“Wait a minute. Torchwood isn’t your own team name?” Hart asked, grin crossing his face. “It’s like … a franchise? And you’re not number one?”
Ignoring the other man, Jack gently gripped Ianto’s shoulder, steering the other man out of the room and down the stairs.
“I … They,” Ianto trailed off shaking his head. “They were good men, Jack. They … they would never do this.”
“People change, Ianto,” Jack replied, moving closer to him, comforted by the fact that Ianto didn’t move away. “Not always for the better.”
Ianto gave him a weak smile, Jack feeling his heart clench at the look, the urge to take Ianto in his arms pulling at him again. He was almost glad that the rest of the team chose then to come down, stopping him from doing something stupid that Ianto might not want.
“Gwen, John,” he said, pulling his hand away from Ianto reluctantly. “I want you to find out more about the woman who lived here and check the area again.”
“Trusting me already, Jack?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.
Jack rolled his eyes, giving Gwen a nod before walking back to the SUV, Ianto and Owen following him.
As they drove back to the Hub, Jack kept checking in the rear view mirror, watching as Ianto stared out the window, a frown on his face. He was surprised when he looked over at Owen to see the Doctor using his mirror to look back at Ianto, a worried look on the Doctor’s usually cool face.
“What?” he asked, as he pulled into the Hub, feeling that the two men were keeping something from him. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Ianto shot a look at Owen, shaking his head, which Owen seemed to ignore, if the roll of his eyes was anything to go by.
“The cuts on the victims back,” Owen said, tilting his head slightly. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen something like it.”
“Owen,” Ianto said sharply, glaring at the Doctor.
Jack looked between the two of them, wondering why Ianto didn’t want Owen to continue.
“Where have you seen it?” he asked, a pit settling in his stomach, eyes straying to Ianto’s face, meeting the unreadable blue eyes.
“On me,” Ianto answered.
**
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A/N - As always let me know what you thought :)
Chapter: 2/10
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Janto (main), John/Ianto (a little)
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, 2x02 Sleeper
Warnings - OOC (just in case), violence
Summary - Jack tries to win back Ianto, but it won't be as easy as he thinks. Especially when Captain John Hart decides he wants the young welshman for himself. Add to that a young woman who might be a sleeper agent and people from Torchwood One being killed off, and it's going to be a long day. Sequel to 'A Different Kind of Kiss'
A/N - Huge thanks to those who reviewed. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter (although there isn't a lot of Janto or John/Ianto in it).
Chapter 2
The Two Captains
“So, Jack,” John said, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, grinning as Jack continued to stare at him. “Are you going to talk, or did you just want time to stare at me in all my gorgeousness alone?”
Jack snorted, shaking his head, wondering if John would ever change. He had hoped the team would agree with him, that John was too volatile to keep around, but would respect their wishes to have John as a part of the team as a trial basis.
“I don’t trust you,” Jack said, leaning forward, ignoring the smirk John sent him.
“Feelings mutual,” John shot back, sitting forward to match him, the smirk falling from his face. “But it looks like part of your team do.”
“They’ll see you for what you really are soon, John,” Jack replied, standing up, leaning his hands on the table.
“Like they have you, Jack?” John asked, the smirk returning to his face as he also stood, raising an eyebrow. “How much does your darling team know about you, Jack? The real you, I mean. Cos from what I’ve seen, they know only what you’ve told them. And we were always evenly matched when it came to a con.”
“What the hell do you want, John?” Jack asked through gritted teeth. There had been a time when he didn’t even need to ask what John wanted, knew without a doubt what was going through the other man’s head, the way they thought so similar that all he had to do was ask himself what he wanted.
But he had changed since meeting the Doctor, since starting Torchwood, since being with his new team and Ianto. He was no longer the selfish man he once had been, he cared about the people he worked with and didn’t want to see them hurt by this man from his past.
“How long do you have?” John asked, the infuriating smirk spreading, as he leant across the table.
“We’ll never be the team we were, John,” Jack replied, shaking his head. He was too different now to ever go back to the way he once was. “So if that’s what you want, you might as well leave now.”
“So arrogant,” John said, chuckling a little as he shook his head. “Not everything’s about you.”
“So you just picked this world randomly?” Jack shot back, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest. “The canisters just happened to fall here and you just miraculously knew I was on Earth?”
“I’ll admit,” John replied, leaning further across the table. “At first I did have some notions that we could go back to traveling and conning the universe together, just like old times, but now … now, I’ve seen something that interests me far more.”
Shooting a hand out, Jack grabbed the front of John’s jacket, pulling him further across the table.
“Leave Ianto alone, John,” he growled, knowing that the anger was a shield for the fear that he felt, a part of him wondering if Ianto might wash his hands of their relationship.
“Now, now,” John said, pulling himself out of Jack’s grasp. “Who said anything about that gorgeous tea boy of yours being the ‘something’?”
“I mean it,” Jack said. “Stay away from him; he doesn’t want your attention.”
“You sure about that?” John asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because he wasn’t pushing me away earlier, just like he didn’t push me away when we kissed.”
Before he could respond, they were interrupted by Gwen, who walked into the room, her narrowed gaze focusing on Jack for a moment, before saying what had brought her back into the conference room.
“Andy just called,” she said. “Looks like there were some unexplained murders that he thinks might be up our alley.”
“Don’t look at me, I was locked up in a cell all night,” John said, holding up his hands in an innocent gesture, sending Gwen a charming smile when she gave him a little eye roll.
“Let’s move out,” Jack replied, striding out through the door, part of him hating that that included John now.
**
“Alright,” Jack said, as they pulled up to the house, getting out of the SUV quickly, stretching his fingers where they had started to cramp.
Tosh had decided to stay behind to monitor something on her computer, Ianto taking her place, Jack watching on the drive over in the rear view mirror as John pushed himself closer and closer to the young Welshman during the drive.
It had taken all of his will power not to pull over and order Gwen to sit between Ianto and Hart, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel so hard as he held his tongue.
“Ianto, Gwen,” he said, striding past the police men. “Talk to the officers and any neighbours. Owen and John, you’re with me.”
Tosh had filled them in on their way over. Two males, both fatally wounded after breaking into a house. The woman who lived in the apartment had disappeared after calling the police, the police currently searching the area for her.
“Damn,” Owen said, pushing past Jack once they had reached the fifth floor apartment, making a quick assessment as Andy filled them in, closing the men’s eyes, their masks having been taken off before they arrived.
“Bit weird this one,” Andy said, as Owen continued to examine the men. “Might be one of yours. Nobody saw anything, heard anything, the usual. We’re thinking the woman did it, killed them and then disappeared. The thing is, when the woman called, there was a strange noise, just before the men started screaming and the line went dead.”
“Thank you, Andy,” Jack said, ushering the man out of the room.
He heard John whistle as he closed the door, turning around to see the man crouching down next to one of the men.
“And here I was thinking Earth was a nice, happy place,” Hart said, poking the dead man, giving an innocent look when Owen pushed him out of the way to examine him.
“We get all kinds of crap through the Rift,” Owen replied, sending a significant look towards Hart, before doing one last check and standing up.
“Cause of death?” Jack asked, ignoring Hart.
“From what I can tell, the stab wounds are from some kind of long narrow blade,” Owen said, pulling his gloves off, a thoughtful look on his face. “Nothing in this room matching that description. And they’ve got these long gashes down they’re backs. Could’ve been made from the thing that killed them.”
“She could have taken it with her,” Hart said, leaning back against the wall, glancing up as the door opened behind Jack. “It’s what I would’ve done.”
“Nobody heard a disturbance,” Gwen said walking in, Ianto not far behind her.
Gwen continued to talk, but Jack’s attention was on Ianto, taking in the look of shock and horror that was on the young man’s face, before he quickly masked it, looking away from the bodies and at the wall.
“Jack?” Gwen asked, moving closer to him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”
“Ianto?” Jack asked, moving past Gwen to where the Welshman stood. “What is it?”
“I know them,” Ianto murmured, his blue eyes meeting Jack’s, Jack wanting to step forward and hug the other man, stop the hurt that he could see flashing through Ianto’s eyes.
“What?” Owen asked, his voice reminding Jack that they weren’t alone.
“They worked for Torchwood One,” Ianto said, his gaze shifting over to Owen, skipping over the bodies on the ground. “They … they were good men.”
“What would two men from Torchwood One, be doing breaking into an apartment in Cardiff?” Gwen asked, confusion on her face.
“Wait a minute. Torchwood isn’t your own team name?” Hart asked, grin crossing his face. “It’s like … a franchise? And you’re not number one?”
Ignoring the other man, Jack gently gripped Ianto’s shoulder, steering the other man out of the room and down the stairs.
“I … They,” Ianto trailed off shaking his head. “They were good men, Jack. They … they would never do this.”
“People change, Ianto,” Jack replied, moving closer to him, comforted by the fact that Ianto didn’t move away. “Not always for the better.”
Ianto gave him a weak smile, Jack feeling his heart clench at the look, the urge to take Ianto in his arms pulling at him again. He was almost glad that the rest of the team chose then to come down, stopping him from doing something stupid that Ianto might not want.
“Gwen, John,” he said, pulling his hand away from Ianto reluctantly. “I want you to find out more about the woman who lived here and check the area again.”
“Trusting me already, Jack?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.
Jack rolled his eyes, giving Gwen a nod before walking back to the SUV, Ianto and Owen following him.
As they drove back to the Hub, Jack kept checking in the rear view mirror, watching as Ianto stared out the window, a frown on his face. He was surprised when he looked over at Owen to see the Doctor using his mirror to look back at Ianto, a worried look on the Doctor’s usually cool face.
“What?” he asked, as he pulled into the Hub, feeling that the two men were keeping something from him. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Ianto shot a look at Owen, shaking his head, which Owen seemed to ignore, if the roll of his eyes was anything to go by.
“The cuts on the victims back,” Owen said, tilting his head slightly. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen something like it.”
“Owen,” Ianto said sharply, glaring at the Doctor.
Jack looked between the two of them, wondering why Ianto didn’t want Owen to continue.
“Where have you seen it?” he asked, a pit settling in his stomach, eyes straying to Ianto’s face, meeting the unreadable blue eyes.
“On me,” Ianto answered.
**
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A/N - As always let me know what you thought :)