Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 27/40 Act 1/3)
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: dark, evil Suzie, innuendos, language
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to "They Keep Killing Suzie"
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, Ch 25, Ch 26
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 27 - "They Keep Killing Suzie 2.0"
Act I: "Well, maybe I came back for a reason."
Lucy MacKenzie was crying on Owen’s shoulder, blubbering, and unsure why a forty-something man had tried to kill her. Too hysterical to be comprehensible, too young to be left alone, Owen was left to console her because the usual sympathizer, Gwen, had complained she couldn't stand the loud music any longer. Jack and Gwen stood outside to guard Max, who was slumped senseless in the back of the SUV.
Tosh, her hands full with trying to sort out and divert the rapid-fire 999 calls from the Wolf nightclub, could only nod to Ianto. She mumbled around a pen in her mouth when Ianto offered to take Suzie back to the interrogation room. Even without Jack saying so, no one felt right leaving Suzie in the cells with the Weevils. It was Suzie Costello. Or is. Was.
"Careful," Ianto murmured, feeling a little like his grandmother was hanging onto his arm, with the dark scarf and shaky hands, not a colleague who had tried to kill him a short time before. Suzie grunted under her breath. She didn't look happy about needing help and dropped too roughly into the wheelchair more due to her belligerence than because it was Ianto's fault. She shrugged away his hand and scowled down at the table.
Suzie still smelled vaguely of defrosting, metallic, stale water from the cryo and the vague unpleasant tang of dried blood. Ianto, in a sudden fit of melancholy, had offered Suzie the use of the shower in Jack's quarters.
She had declined; she remembered the water pressure in there wasn't strong enough. She had said it with a small smirk on her face so Ianto never mentioned it again.
The handcuff to her hands looped under the table to the restraint bar that ran under the entire length. Done, Ianto checked around the room-a mental list of Torchwood guidelines in regards to prisoners ran through his head.
"He wouldn't stop talking about you when he first got here, you know."
Ianto had just finished running through checking a prisoner's pockets-Suzie didn't have any-when Suzie spoke. Her voice was flat, dull, and if Ianto dared say it, lifeless. Despite the lackluster tone, it was still startling and Ianto couldn't help but tense.
"Did he shag you first in London? Or was it the moment you arrived in Cardiff?"
Never respond to a prisoner, Jack had once advised, even if it was a Slitheen on its way to an execution. Jack never did offer up any details about that.
Ianto ignored her and peered under the table to make sure nothing was loose or could be kicked out as a weapon. He rang his fingers carefully under the wood.
Suzie laughed breathlessly, bitterly. "Bad enough Alex back then wouldn't stop talking about the great and mysterious Jack Harkness and about doomsday drumming down into the sky like large black pearls. I think it drove Alex mad enough to suicide at Canary Wharf. Endless yapping. The only way to get him to shut up was to shag him."
Ianto started, looked over the table but caught Suzie staring back and he dropped back under the desk to check the restraining bar.
"I'll admit, I was pleasantly surprised when our Captain arrived; even if he did take what should have been my command after Alex. But our captain? It wasn't about doomsday; it was about you! Christ, it was like shagging the both of you. "
Ianto flushed; he grimaced. Now there was an image he truly could have lived without. He kept his head down, testing one of the table legs.
Ianto walked around to check her chair, noting with grim satisfaction that Suzie jumped when he tested its brakes.
"Pardon," Ianto murmured, backing away. He headed for the stairs.
"He is beautiful though, is he not?" Suzie whispered. "The Doctor's companion."
Ignore her, ignore her, Ianto told himself as he reached the first step.
"You've seen those videos, haven't you?" Suzie sounded wispy, her eyes distant. "From London?"
Ianto's foot hung over the first stair. He lowered his foot and turned towards the smirk. "No," he said evenly.
Suzie stared at him.
"Liar," Suzie laughed again, her voice growing stronger.
"Believe what you like," Ianto told her. He curled his hand on the rail. "We're just friends," he said calmly, taking the first step, not looking at her.
Suzie chuckled as if she got her response. "You can't tell me you never thought about it. The man walks with a 'Fuck me' sign on his back. You couldn't help wanting a piece of him."
"Jack and I aren't like that," Ianto answered sharply. He chided himself at the same time for taking the bait.
"That face, that body?" Suzie's voice lowered and the air around him seemed to thin. "You're lying to yourself if you're saying you haven't watched those videos and dreamt of bending your captain over and riding him to pieces like that."
Ianto gnashed his teeth and fought the urge to strike her. "We're just good friends."
"That's right," Suzie mused in a tone that made Ianto's skin crawl. "Because perfect Ianto fucking Jones would never do that. Just friends with the companion. Like how Owen and I were good friends? How quickly I was forgotten. Little Gwen Cooper was my replacement. Ianto Jones was my successor."
Ianto wanted to deny her, but his stomach was in knots.
"We were different, Jack and I. He loved me," Suzie said knowingly.
Now it was Ianto's turn to laugh. "Now look who's lying to herself."
"I promised to find a way to stay forever with him. He needed me."
Ianto's hand slapped the rail and he hurried back down to stand in front of her across the table, his hands slamming hard on the table. Suzie actually jumped and glared at him for that.
"Not that way," Ianto told her heatedly. "He wouldn't have wanted it at the cost of so many lives."
Suzie's expression shifted. "No," she said slowly and suddenly she looked old. "He didn't. He thought the cost was too high. Yet he didn't stop me before." Suzie smiled to herself. "Because deep down inside he hoped I would succeed. He's just as guilty as I am."
Ianto clenched his jaw. "He didn't know you were out there murdering people."
"But it worked." Suzie's smile was dark, triumphant. "And I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are here." He looked at both sides of the room before facing Suzie again. Ianto lowered his head a little and smiled tightly back.
"But where's Jack?"
If anything, Suzie bleached white, her lips thinned as her eyes narrowed. She snarled and yanked her cuffs until the table skidded an inch. Ianto merely stood up, hands off the table. He gave her a little nod, which seemed to grate her even more. But he ignored her curses as he went up the stairs, taking his time, and out the door.
Once the door shut though, Ianto leaned against it, tipping his head back against it and sighed shakily.
Act II
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: dark, evil Suzie, innuendos, language
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to "They Keep Killing Suzie"
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, Ch 25, Ch 26
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 27 - "They Keep Killing Suzie 2.0"
Act I: "Well, maybe I came back for a reason."
Lucy MacKenzie was crying on Owen’s shoulder, blubbering, and unsure why a forty-something man had tried to kill her. Too hysterical to be comprehensible, too young to be left alone, Owen was left to console her because the usual sympathizer, Gwen, had complained she couldn't stand the loud music any longer. Jack and Gwen stood outside to guard Max, who was slumped senseless in the back of the SUV.
Tosh, her hands full with trying to sort out and divert the rapid-fire 999 calls from the Wolf nightclub, could only nod to Ianto. She mumbled around a pen in her mouth when Ianto offered to take Suzie back to the interrogation room. Even without Jack saying so, no one felt right leaving Suzie in the cells with the Weevils. It was Suzie Costello. Or is. Was.
"Careful," Ianto murmured, feeling a little like his grandmother was hanging onto his arm, with the dark scarf and shaky hands, not a colleague who had tried to kill him a short time before. Suzie grunted under her breath. She didn't look happy about needing help and dropped too roughly into the wheelchair more due to her belligerence than because it was Ianto's fault. She shrugged away his hand and scowled down at the table.
Suzie still smelled vaguely of defrosting, metallic, stale water from the cryo and the vague unpleasant tang of dried blood. Ianto, in a sudden fit of melancholy, had offered Suzie the use of the shower in Jack's quarters.
She had declined; she remembered the water pressure in there wasn't strong enough. She had said it with a small smirk on her face so Ianto never mentioned it again.
The handcuff to her hands looped under the table to the restraint bar that ran under the entire length. Done, Ianto checked around the room-a mental list of Torchwood guidelines in regards to prisoners ran through his head.
"He wouldn't stop talking about you when he first got here, you know."
Ianto had just finished running through checking a prisoner's pockets-Suzie didn't have any-when Suzie spoke. Her voice was flat, dull, and if Ianto dared say it, lifeless. Despite the lackluster tone, it was still startling and Ianto couldn't help but tense.
"Did he shag you first in London? Or was it the moment you arrived in Cardiff?"
Never respond to a prisoner, Jack had once advised, even if it was a Slitheen on its way to an execution. Jack never did offer up any details about that.
Ianto ignored her and peered under the table to make sure nothing was loose or could be kicked out as a weapon. He rang his fingers carefully under the wood.
Suzie laughed breathlessly, bitterly. "Bad enough Alex back then wouldn't stop talking about the great and mysterious Jack Harkness and about doomsday drumming down into the sky like large black pearls. I think it drove Alex mad enough to suicide at Canary Wharf. Endless yapping. The only way to get him to shut up was to shag him."
Ianto started, looked over the table but caught Suzie staring back and he dropped back under the desk to check the restraining bar.
"I'll admit, I was pleasantly surprised when our Captain arrived; even if he did take what should have been my command after Alex. But our captain? It wasn't about doomsday; it was about you! Christ, it was like shagging the both of you. "
Ianto flushed; he grimaced. Now there was an image he truly could have lived without. He kept his head down, testing one of the table legs.
Ianto walked around to check her chair, noting with grim satisfaction that Suzie jumped when he tested its brakes.
"Pardon," Ianto murmured, backing away. He headed for the stairs.
"He is beautiful though, is he not?" Suzie whispered. "The Doctor's companion."
Ignore her, ignore her, Ianto told himself as he reached the first step.
"You've seen those videos, haven't you?" Suzie sounded wispy, her eyes distant. "From London?"
Ianto's foot hung over the first stair. He lowered his foot and turned towards the smirk. "No," he said evenly.
Suzie stared at him.
"Liar," Suzie laughed again, her voice growing stronger.
"Believe what you like," Ianto told her. He curled his hand on the rail. "We're just friends," he said calmly, taking the first step, not looking at her.
Suzie chuckled as if she got her response. "You can't tell me you never thought about it. The man walks with a 'Fuck me' sign on his back. You couldn't help wanting a piece of him."
"Jack and I aren't like that," Ianto answered sharply. He chided himself at the same time for taking the bait.
"That face, that body?" Suzie's voice lowered and the air around him seemed to thin. "You're lying to yourself if you're saying you haven't watched those videos and dreamt of bending your captain over and riding him to pieces like that."
Ianto gnashed his teeth and fought the urge to strike her. "We're just good friends."
"That's right," Suzie mused in a tone that made Ianto's skin crawl. "Because perfect Ianto fucking Jones would never do that. Just friends with the companion. Like how Owen and I were good friends? How quickly I was forgotten. Little Gwen Cooper was my replacement. Ianto Jones was my successor."
Ianto wanted to deny her, but his stomach was in knots.
"We were different, Jack and I. He loved me," Suzie said knowingly.
Now it was Ianto's turn to laugh. "Now look who's lying to herself."
"I promised to find a way to stay forever with him. He needed me."
Ianto's hand slapped the rail and he hurried back down to stand in front of her across the table, his hands slamming hard on the table. Suzie actually jumped and glared at him for that.
"Not that way," Ianto told her heatedly. "He wouldn't have wanted it at the cost of so many lives."
Suzie's expression shifted. "No," she said slowly and suddenly she looked old. "He didn't. He thought the cost was too high. Yet he didn't stop me before." Suzie smiled to herself. "Because deep down inside he hoped I would succeed. He's just as guilty as I am."
Ianto clenched his jaw. "He didn't know you were out there murdering people."
"But it worked." Suzie's smile was dark, triumphant. "And I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are here." He looked at both sides of the room before facing Suzie again. Ianto lowered his head a little and smiled tightly back.
"But where's Jack?"
If anything, Suzie bleached white, her lips thinned as her eyes narrowed. She snarled and yanked her cuffs until the table skidded an inch. Ianto merely stood up, hands off the table. He gave her a little nod, which seemed to grate her even more. But he ignored her curses as he went up the stairs, taking his time, and out the door.
Once the door shut though, Ianto leaned against it, tipping his head back against it and sighed shakily.
Act II
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.