Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 24/40 Act 3/5)
Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: uh...I'm afraid this is rather gratuitous as the fic extends the camping one more day. It's more about Janto than the episode I'm afraid. Sorry.
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Countrycide"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24 Act 1/5, Ch 24 Act 2/5
Master Fic List: here
Act III: "Sorry she's dead or sorry you mentioned it?"
"We should get some more firewood," Owen fumbled, unlike him, but Jack couldn't bring himself to care. He stared at Ianto. When Ianto looked away, Jack grew cold.
Of course, he would say Lisa. He loved Lisa. Ianto was still grieving over Lisa. Naturally his answer would be his girlfriend. But it hurt when Ianto said it, like a personal slap to his face.
Gwen had mumbled something about helping Owen, Tosh stammered something about her tent, and Ianto was taking a really long time gathering up the tin dishes from the card table and scrapping off everyone's breakfast.
"I have to check the SUV," Jack said abruptly. He shot up to his feet, unexplainably angry. Jack didn't wait to see what Ianto would say and stormed off.
It was stupid to be this mad. Jack knew it. The hurt he felt when Ianto gave his answer just didn't make sense. He had looked at Jack as if gauging his reaction and Jack just stared back until Ianto looked away.
It wasn't really a kiss, Jack thought as he roughly yanked out his scanner and checked its charge. A new message from the police came in. Damn it, another girl went missing last night. Elle Johnson. Jack thumped a fist to the driver's steering wheel. Perfect. Just perfect.
"What's the matter with you?" Ianto's hiss made Jack spin around. Ianto looked confused.
"Nothing," Jack bit out. He wasn't sure himself.
"Nothing, my ass. You look ready to kill." Ianto frowned. "What's wrong?"
Oh, now he was concerned, Jack thought then stopped. That wasn't fair to Ianto. He calmed and offered what he hoped looked like a genuine smile. "Nothing. Really."
Ianto didn't look convinced. "I mean…you could have said me before but you didn't answer Gwen. I thought…" Ianto threw up his hands. "Did you want me to say it was you?"
Yes, Jack wanted to say but instead he shrugged. "It's your choice who you say."
Ianto looked annoyed. "No, it wasn't. You didn't tell her the truth so I assumed…"
"It wasn't really a kiss," Jack mumbled.
"Ah." Ianto pursed his lips. "Some sort of alien, time traveling resuscitation technique?"
The exasperation in Ianto's voice was funny. Jack's mouth twitched. "You could say that." He darted a look to the younger man. "Did you think it was a kiss?"
Ianto turned beet red. "No. I-I mean I thought perhaps you thought it was, but I…I mean it wasn't like before…like in London…"
It was Jack's turn to flush. "Oh yeah…London." Now that was a kiss! Both times. Jack ducked his head in the SUV.
"Well, like you said before," Jack said as he checked the rest of their equipment. "You're not, uh, gay so it was probably better you didn't name me."
"Ah," Ianto fumbled. "Yes, I did say that, didn't I? It would have been-"
"Awkward," Jack supplied.
"Very," Ianto agreed hesitantly.
The two men looked at each other.
Jack cleared his throat. "No harm done," he said easily, looking away. "All for the best."
"I guess so," Ianto sighed.
Before Jack could ask what Ianto meant, they heard Gwen and Owen's terse radio call to come into the woods.
Act IV: "Yeah. Time to be bled."
He could feel the cleaver against his throat. The others around him were cursing and yelling at Evan standing over him. Ianto felt both fury and fear. Evan was going to kill him like a lamb then the others. Monsters. All of them. Jars of their horror surrounded him, like the morbid icebox below had exploded. He could taste drying blood in the air. He could feel disgusting, vile evil clinging to him like an oily film.
He felt anger for the atrocity. They were all butchers. He'd tried to give Tosh a chance to escape. He had failed.
The cleaver scrapped under his jaw like a barber's blade. Ianto screamed against his gag. He felt fear when he heard he was going to be bled out first.
He had a stray thought about how Jack would react when he find them when he felt Evan gripping him tighter for the kill.
Everything was hazy in a cloud of adrenaline. He thought he saw Lisa standing in the corner as the monster yanked his head back and bared his neck to death. She looked like she was crying. Fear and fury evaporated and all Ianto felt was deadened. Perhaps it was for the best after all. She held on desperately to life for him. And the numbness every night, lying awake, would be permanent.
Lisa…
The rumble that slowly shook the farmhouse exploded into a blinding mix of wood, shouts, gunfire…
And Jack's angry shouts.
He was here.
Gwen rushed over, bracing Ianto against her. Or maybe she was clinging to him, he wasn't sure. Ianto muttered angrily around his gag, twisting in his binds. His blood was to be spilled. He refused to bow here and be slaughtered like a calf. He could hear voices-friend or foe, he couldn't tell-but he knew a cleaver was near. His eyes blurred. Lisa vanished from his sight.
"It's okay! It's okay!"
Dark blue filled his view and Ianto sobbed in relief. He knew this, knew the hands gripping his arms, knew the pale blue eyes wide and riveted to him.
"Jack," Ianto gasped out as soon as the gag was pulled off him.
"You're okay," Jack breathed, his voice cracking like he spoke a prayer. Jack roughly drew him to his chest in a hold that allowed no breath. "It's over. You're okay."
Ianto sagged against him, believing him. He was okay now.
Jack was here.
Conclusion
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: uh...I'm afraid this is rather gratuitous as the fic extends the camping one more day. It's more about Janto than the episode I'm afraid. Sorry.
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Countrycide"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24 Act 1/5, Ch 24 Act 2/5
Master Fic List: here
Act III: "Sorry she's dead or sorry you mentioned it?"
"We should get some more firewood," Owen fumbled, unlike him, but Jack couldn't bring himself to care. He stared at Ianto. When Ianto looked away, Jack grew cold.
Of course, he would say Lisa. He loved Lisa. Ianto was still grieving over Lisa. Naturally his answer would be his girlfriend. But it hurt when Ianto said it, like a personal slap to his face.
Gwen had mumbled something about helping Owen, Tosh stammered something about her tent, and Ianto was taking a really long time gathering up the tin dishes from the card table and scrapping off everyone's breakfast.
"I have to check the SUV," Jack said abruptly. He shot up to his feet, unexplainably angry. Jack didn't wait to see what Ianto would say and stormed off.
It was stupid to be this mad. Jack knew it. The hurt he felt when Ianto gave his answer just didn't make sense. He had looked at Jack as if gauging his reaction and Jack just stared back until Ianto looked away.
It wasn't really a kiss, Jack thought as he roughly yanked out his scanner and checked its charge. A new message from the police came in. Damn it, another girl went missing last night. Elle Johnson. Jack thumped a fist to the driver's steering wheel. Perfect. Just perfect.
"What's the matter with you?" Ianto's hiss made Jack spin around. Ianto looked confused.
"Nothing," Jack bit out. He wasn't sure himself.
"Nothing, my ass. You look ready to kill." Ianto frowned. "What's wrong?"
Oh, now he was concerned, Jack thought then stopped. That wasn't fair to Ianto. He calmed and offered what he hoped looked like a genuine smile. "Nothing. Really."
Ianto didn't look convinced. "I mean…you could have said me before but you didn't answer Gwen. I thought…" Ianto threw up his hands. "Did you want me to say it was you?"
Yes, Jack wanted to say but instead he shrugged. "It's your choice who you say."
Ianto looked annoyed. "No, it wasn't. You didn't tell her the truth so I assumed…"
"It wasn't really a kiss," Jack mumbled.
"Ah." Ianto pursed his lips. "Some sort of alien, time traveling resuscitation technique?"
The exasperation in Ianto's voice was funny. Jack's mouth twitched. "You could say that." He darted a look to the younger man. "Did you think it was a kiss?"
Ianto turned beet red. "No. I-I mean I thought perhaps you thought it was, but I…I mean it wasn't like before…like in London…"
It was Jack's turn to flush. "Oh yeah…London." Now that was a kiss! Both times. Jack ducked his head in the SUV.
"Well, like you said before," Jack said as he checked the rest of their equipment. "You're not, uh, gay so it was probably better you didn't name me."
"Ah," Ianto fumbled. "Yes, I did say that, didn't I? It would have been-"
"Awkward," Jack supplied.
"Very," Ianto agreed hesitantly.
The two men looked at each other.
Jack cleared his throat. "No harm done," he said easily, looking away. "All for the best."
"I guess so," Ianto sighed.
Before Jack could ask what Ianto meant, they heard Gwen and Owen's terse radio call to come into the woods.
Act IV: "Yeah. Time to be bled."
He could feel the cleaver against his throat. The others around him were cursing and yelling at Evan standing over him. Ianto felt both fury and fear. Evan was going to kill him like a lamb then the others. Monsters. All of them. Jars of their horror surrounded him, like the morbid icebox below had exploded. He could taste drying blood in the air. He could feel disgusting, vile evil clinging to him like an oily film.
He felt anger for the atrocity. They were all butchers. He'd tried to give Tosh a chance to escape. He had failed.
The cleaver scrapped under his jaw like a barber's blade. Ianto screamed against his gag. He felt fear when he heard he was going to be bled out first.
He had a stray thought about how Jack would react when he find them when he felt Evan gripping him tighter for the kill.
Everything was hazy in a cloud of adrenaline. He thought he saw Lisa standing in the corner as the monster yanked his head back and bared his neck to death. She looked like she was crying. Fear and fury evaporated and all Ianto felt was deadened. Perhaps it was for the best after all. She held on desperately to life for him. And the numbness every night, lying awake, would be permanent.
Lisa…
The rumble that slowly shook the farmhouse exploded into a blinding mix of wood, shouts, gunfire…
And Jack's angry shouts.
He was here.
Gwen rushed over, bracing Ianto against her. Or maybe she was clinging to him, he wasn't sure. Ianto muttered angrily around his gag, twisting in his binds. His blood was to be spilled. He refused to bow here and be slaughtered like a calf. He could hear voices-friend or foe, he couldn't tell-but he knew a cleaver was near. His eyes blurred. Lisa vanished from his sight.
"It's okay! It's okay!"
Dark blue filled his view and Ianto sobbed in relief. He knew this, knew the hands gripping his arms, knew the pale blue eyes wide and riveted to him.
"Jack," Ianto gasped out as soon as the gag was pulled off him.
"You're okay," Jack breathed, his voice cracking like he spoke a prayer. Jack roughly drew him to his chest in a hold that allowed no breath. "It's over. You're okay."
Ianto sagged against him, believing him. He was okay now.
Jack was here.
Conclusion
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.