Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 19/40 Acts 2/5 & 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: SAPPY...least I think so. :)
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Fragments" and "Everything Changes" and "Day One".
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 Act 1/5
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 19 - "Day One"
Act II : "You know, strictly speaking, throttling the staff is my job."
Jack bounded up the steps back to the meeting room, still chuckling over the anecdote they had just shared over some Chinese. He felt unusually sated despite the fact that there was some sex-crazed alien possessing a human girl in their cells. Oh well, wasn’t anything worse than some of his dates during his younger years. Hell, even back in the early 20th century, he’d met an insatiable man by the name of Oscar W-
"…is not the code of a straight man."
Jack froze by the glass door and ducked behind the blinds that sheltered one window. .
"I think it suits him, sort of classic," Gwen replied to Owen before she crunched a shrimp chip. Someone mumbled an agreement.
"Exactly. I've watched him in action. He'll shag anything if it's gorgeous enough."
That was Toshiko and he knew it wasn't spoken with any malicious intent, but Jack swallowed hard anyway. Companion, someone whispered hotly in his ear. Jack absently rubbed the skin hidden under his wrist strap.
"Technically, all you've seen was flirting."
Jack blinked at Ianto's defensive return.
"Oh please," Owen snorted. "Everywhere he goes blinking his pretty blue eyes, he's eye shagging."
Jack peered at his reflection behind the blinds. Since when did Owen think his eyes were pretty? Well, well, Dr. Harper…
"Excuse me, eye shagging?" Ianto sounded like he was choking. Jack grinned, imagining Ianto, a paper napkin tucked into his collar, sputtering over his tea.
"Eye shagging," Owen repeated in a voice Jack labeled as "Are you stupid?" The beer bottle went klunk on the glass table. "You know, when you're undressing someone with your eyes."
"Well, then don't look at me!" Ianto huffed.
"Don't look at me either!" Toshiko squeaked.
"What? I'm not doing it now. I'm saying he is!"
"Look this way, Harper, and it won't be a chisel I throw at you this time!" Gwen growled.
Jack clapped a hand over his mouth while the others snickered over Owen's grumbling.
"Nevertheless, that doesn't count as shagging," Ianto said primly when everyone calmed down.
Owen grunted.
"We know he's from America, right?" Gwen pointed out.
Jack tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. He didn't think he came off as one.
"We don't even know that for sure."
Toshiko's chair creaked when she lowered her voice but Jack could still hear her. "No US citizen by the name of Jack Harkness born in the last fifty years."
Need to go ahead, no, go forward a few thousand years, no, maybe back eighty years, Jack thought, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Maybe his identity is classified."
You could say that, Jack mused. Maybe because he was almost a century old, but instead of feeling annoyed, all Jack could feel was amusement. God, they were cute like this.
"What about you?" Toshiko asked abruptly.
"Me?"
Jack tensed.
"You were from London. So was Jack. All we know is you both worked for London."
"You mean Canary Wharf?" Gwen perked up. Jack could imagine the PC in her listening with interest.
Jack closed his eyes when he heard Owen clear his throat.
"Eight hundred people, Tosh. You think Jonesy here and our captain would have crossed paths?"
"Jones." Jack could see him bristling. He smiled to himself.
"Whatever. Seriously, Tosh."
"No, I suppose you're right."
Jack wasn't sure if it was a good thing Ianto neither denied nor confirmed anything.
"Used to be something big in the CIA to hide a name," Ianto said hesitantly.
"Oh, like a spy?" Toshiko brightened.
"Ooh," Gwen seemed to like that idea. "Like Pierce Bronson, maybe?"
"Or Craig," Toshiko giggled.
"Craig? I can't really see him as Bond, do you?"
"Christ, Cooper. Don't get her started!" Owen growled.
Jack smirked. A spy, huh? He would have to remember to tell them about when the Gestapo had caught him crossing enemy lines. He'd escaped after sharing a cigarette with a very dark and han-
His smile faded. That was over sixty years ago. Not something he could drop in a conversation.
"Anyway, he must have his reasons for wanting to keep things secret," Gwen reasoned.
You have no idea, Jack thought sadly. He waited for Owen to finish before waltzing in. He bit back a smile when everyone went back to eating like guilty little school children.
Okay, forget cute. Sometimes, they could be downright adorable.
Act III : "Need me to do any attacking, sir?"
Ianto could feel Gwen and Toshiko zipping past him, but he could care less. He spun around to where Harkness had vaulted over the counter where the mysterious jar had smashed and found the captain cradling the hand-God, it was still moving-and looking quite ill.
"Sir?" Ianto asked. Harkness shuddered, rousing himself.
"I-I need another stasis jar," the captain said, his voice brisk, but there was an edge of panic. It was that which Ianto reacted to more than the order.
"Owen has one in his lab." Ianto barely finished before Harkness bolted for the hidden door, not even checking to see if Ianto was following.
Ianto slammed his palm down on the button to lock the outside door and tapped his earpiece impatiently to tell Owen to have one ready. He barely was in time to duck into the lift before the door shut.
Harkness said nothing, both hands holding the hand like a baby, and Ianto knew right then and there what it really was.
"It's his, isn't it?" Ianto asked.
His eyes were wild when Harkness glanced over. He just nodded brusquely and leaned back against the lift wall. His arms went tighter around it, his shoulders hunched over it. Ianto couldn't watch anymore and faced front.
"Owen's getting it ready right now," Ianto said quietly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harkness nod again, but the wildness was thankfully receding. By the time the door opened, Owen was already there with a jar, its top open, ready to receive the morbid limb.
It would have been funny to see Captain Jack Harkness pace if it weren't so sad.
From the kitchen area, Ianto tracked the captain stalking the outside of the infirmary as Owen adjusted his calibrations.
"Owen!"
Ianto jumped at the sharp tone, nearly spilling the mug's contents.
"Just about," Owen shot back from down in the well of the medical bay, his tone more annoyed than anxious like Harkness'.
"Sit," Ianto said hushed as he set the tray down by the couch.
Harkness gave it a cursive look. "I don't want tea."
"It's coffee-"
"I don't want coffee either!"
"Oi!" Owen hollered from his area. "I can't get anything done with you prowling about like an expectant father! This is tricky shit! It'll be ready when it's ready!"
"Owen…"
Ianto's eyes burned at the barely hidden plea. Owen heard as well and when he spoke again, his voice had softened a fraction.
"Just sit, drink Jonesy's coffee and save me a cup."
"Jack." Ianto patted the couch next to him.
The captain stopped, spun around, his eyes darting back and forth until they fell on where Ianto had indicated. Reluctantly, while looking over his shoulder, Harkness sat down next to him. He didn't take the drink immediately. He dropped his head into his hands.
"I should have just shot her," his voice cracked. He blinked blearily at the mug in front of him. Harkness took a deep, steadying breath before taking it.
"Thanks," he rasped before draining it. Harkness gnawed on his thumbnail, looking over to the medical bay.
"You've had that jar since I got here," Ianto remembered. "How-"
"Rift," Harkness just said. "Minute I saw it, I knew. I just knew it was his."
There was a little, dark, piece of him that was glad someone had lopped a piece off the mysterious being. It was mortifying to feel this way, especially when Harkness was still staring pensively at the archway that led to the infirmary.
"What do you think happened?"
"What else? He got himself in trouble again, that's what," Harkness muttered, exasperated. "He would get into the weirdest bits of trouble in the fastest amount of time I’ve ever seen of anyone."
Ianto hid his smile behind his mug. "Sounds familiar."
Harkness snorted to himself. "He was better at the getting into trouble thing. One time, we were just checking a flower market. Just flowers, for Pete's sake, then we turn around and he was caught up in an anti-government riot simply because he stopped to ask how much."
Chuckling, Ianto could imagine Harkness' expression. "We?"
"Yeah. Me and Ro…" Harkness looked down on his boots and sighed. "Me and Rose," he clarified in a lower voice.
Ianto sobered. "Oh." He cleared his throat. "Then the jar's…"
"A detector," Harkness answered.
"To let you know when he's coming?" Ianto guessed. His throat tightened when Harkness nodded after a moment's hesitation.
"Can I ask you a question now?" Ianto murmured.
The captain looked over. Understanding dawned on him at Ianto's look. "Oh, that kind of question. Sure." Despite his consent, Harkness looked apprehensive.
Ianto lowered his voice. He swallowed when Harkness drew closer to hear and that complex odor of his that brewed funny feelings in his belly was back to confuse him.
"You…I saw a file from 1908…" Ianto paused. "Back in London and another…in 1941."
Harkness said nothing, but he looked at Ianto silently. And it occurred to Ianto his eyes were too limitless for his face.
"You didn't really time travel to those times. You…you lived through them," Ianto murmured. He turned back to his mug and found his hand shaking too much to dare take a drink and turned back.
Harkness looked sad, sorrowful, and suddenly very weary.
"This, this is what you think the Doctor needs to fix." Ianto exhaled at his slow nod. "But he'd left…" At the anguish that flashed across Harkness' face, Ianto didn't continue that thought. "How long are you willing to wait?"
"Forever," Harkness rasped. He smiled bitterly at him. "I can afford to, right?"
Act IV
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: SAPPY...least I think so. :)
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Fragments" and "Everything Changes" and "Day One".
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 Act 1/5
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 19 - "Day One"
Act II : "You know, strictly speaking, throttling the staff is my job."
Jack bounded up the steps back to the meeting room, still chuckling over the anecdote they had just shared over some Chinese. He felt unusually sated despite the fact that there was some sex-crazed alien possessing a human girl in their cells. Oh well, wasn’t anything worse than some of his dates during his younger years. Hell, even back in the early 20th century, he’d met an insatiable man by the name of Oscar W-
"…is not the code of a straight man."
Jack froze by the glass door and ducked behind the blinds that sheltered one window. .
"I think it suits him, sort of classic," Gwen replied to Owen before she crunched a shrimp chip. Someone mumbled an agreement.
"Exactly. I've watched him in action. He'll shag anything if it's gorgeous enough."
That was Toshiko and he knew it wasn't spoken with any malicious intent, but Jack swallowed hard anyway. Companion, someone whispered hotly in his ear. Jack absently rubbed the skin hidden under his wrist strap.
"Technically, all you've seen was flirting."
Jack blinked at Ianto's defensive return.
"Oh please," Owen snorted. "Everywhere he goes blinking his pretty blue eyes, he's eye shagging."
Jack peered at his reflection behind the blinds. Since when did Owen think his eyes were pretty? Well, well, Dr. Harper…
"Excuse me, eye shagging?" Ianto sounded like he was choking. Jack grinned, imagining Ianto, a paper napkin tucked into his collar, sputtering over his tea.
"Eye shagging," Owen repeated in a voice Jack labeled as "Are you stupid?" The beer bottle went klunk on the glass table. "You know, when you're undressing someone with your eyes."
"Well, then don't look at me!" Ianto huffed.
"Don't look at me either!" Toshiko squeaked.
"What? I'm not doing it now. I'm saying he is!"
"Look this way, Harper, and it won't be a chisel I throw at you this time!" Gwen growled.
Jack clapped a hand over his mouth while the others snickered over Owen's grumbling.
"Nevertheless, that doesn't count as shagging," Ianto said primly when everyone calmed down.
Owen grunted.
"We know he's from America, right?" Gwen pointed out.
Jack tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. He didn't think he came off as one.
"We don't even know that for sure."
Toshiko's chair creaked when she lowered her voice but Jack could still hear her. "No US citizen by the name of Jack Harkness born in the last fifty years."
Need to go ahead, no, go forward a few thousand years, no, maybe back eighty years, Jack thought, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Maybe his identity is classified."
You could say that, Jack mused. Maybe because he was almost a century old, but instead of feeling annoyed, all Jack could feel was amusement. God, they were cute like this.
"What about you?" Toshiko asked abruptly.
"Me?"
Jack tensed.
"You were from London. So was Jack. All we know is you both worked for London."
"You mean Canary Wharf?" Gwen perked up. Jack could imagine the PC in her listening with interest.
Jack closed his eyes when he heard Owen clear his throat.
"Eight hundred people, Tosh. You think Jonesy here and our captain would have crossed paths?"
"Jones." Jack could see him bristling. He smiled to himself.
"Whatever. Seriously, Tosh."
"No, I suppose you're right."
Jack wasn't sure if it was a good thing Ianto neither denied nor confirmed anything.
"Used to be something big in the CIA to hide a name," Ianto said hesitantly.
"Oh, like a spy?" Toshiko brightened.
"Ooh," Gwen seemed to like that idea. "Like Pierce Bronson, maybe?"
"Or Craig," Toshiko giggled.
"Craig? I can't really see him as Bond, do you?"
"Christ, Cooper. Don't get her started!" Owen growled.
Jack smirked. A spy, huh? He would have to remember to tell them about when the Gestapo had caught him crossing enemy lines. He'd escaped after sharing a cigarette with a very dark and han-
His smile faded. That was over sixty years ago. Not something he could drop in a conversation.
"Anyway, he must have his reasons for wanting to keep things secret," Gwen reasoned.
You have no idea, Jack thought sadly. He waited for Owen to finish before waltzing in. He bit back a smile when everyone went back to eating like guilty little school children.
Okay, forget cute. Sometimes, they could be downright adorable.
Act III : "Need me to do any attacking, sir?"
Ianto could feel Gwen and Toshiko zipping past him, but he could care less. He spun around to where Harkness had vaulted over the counter where the mysterious jar had smashed and found the captain cradling the hand-God, it was still moving-and looking quite ill.
"Sir?" Ianto asked. Harkness shuddered, rousing himself.
"I-I need another stasis jar," the captain said, his voice brisk, but there was an edge of panic. It was that which Ianto reacted to more than the order.
"Owen has one in his lab." Ianto barely finished before Harkness bolted for the hidden door, not even checking to see if Ianto was following.
Ianto slammed his palm down on the button to lock the outside door and tapped his earpiece impatiently to tell Owen to have one ready. He barely was in time to duck into the lift before the door shut.
Harkness said nothing, both hands holding the hand like a baby, and Ianto knew right then and there what it really was.
"It's his, isn't it?" Ianto asked.
His eyes were wild when Harkness glanced over. He just nodded brusquely and leaned back against the lift wall. His arms went tighter around it, his shoulders hunched over it. Ianto couldn't watch anymore and faced front.
"Owen's getting it ready right now," Ianto said quietly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harkness nod again, but the wildness was thankfully receding. By the time the door opened, Owen was already there with a jar, its top open, ready to receive the morbid limb.
It would have been funny to see Captain Jack Harkness pace if it weren't so sad.
From the kitchen area, Ianto tracked the captain stalking the outside of the infirmary as Owen adjusted his calibrations.
"Owen!"
Ianto jumped at the sharp tone, nearly spilling the mug's contents.
"Just about," Owen shot back from down in the well of the medical bay, his tone more annoyed than anxious like Harkness'.
"Sit," Ianto said hushed as he set the tray down by the couch.
Harkness gave it a cursive look. "I don't want tea."
"It's coffee-"
"I don't want coffee either!"
"Oi!" Owen hollered from his area. "I can't get anything done with you prowling about like an expectant father! This is tricky shit! It'll be ready when it's ready!"
"Owen…"
Ianto's eyes burned at the barely hidden plea. Owen heard as well and when he spoke again, his voice had softened a fraction.
"Just sit, drink Jonesy's coffee and save me a cup."
"Jack." Ianto patted the couch next to him.
The captain stopped, spun around, his eyes darting back and forth until they fell on where Ianto had indicated. Reluctantly, while looking over his shoulder, Harkness sat down next to him. He didn't take the drink immediately. He dropped his head into his hands.
"I should have just shot her," his voice cracked. He blinked blearily at the mug in front of him. Harkness took a deep, steadying breath before taking it.
"Thanks," he rasped before draining it. Harkness gnawed on his thumbnail, looking over to the medical bay.
"You've had that jar since I got here," Ianto remembered. "How-"
"Rift," Harkness just said. "Minute I saw it, I knew. I just knew it was his."
There was a little, dark, piece of him that was glad someone had lopped a piece off the mysterious being. It was mortifying to feel this way, especially when Harkness was still staring pensively at the archway that led to the infirmary.
"What do you think happened?"
"What else? He got himself in trouble again, that's what," Harkness muttered, exasperated. "He would get into the weirdest bits of trouble in the fastest amount of time I’ve ever seen of anyone."
Ianto hid his smile behind his mug. "Sounds familiar."
Harkness snorted to himself. "He was better at the getting into trouble thing. One time, we were just checking a flower market. Just flowers, for Pete's sake, then we turn around and he was caught up in an anti-government riot simply because he stopped to ask how much."
Chuckling, Ianto could imagine Harkness' expression. "We?"
"Yeah. Me and Ro…" Harkness looked down on his boots and sighed. "Me and Rose," he clarified in a lower voice.
Ianto sobered. "Oh." He cleared his throat. "Then the jar's…"
"A detector," Harkness answered.
"To let you know when he's coming?" Ianto guessed. His throat tightened when Harkness nodded after a moment's hesitation.
"Can I ask you a question now?" Ianto murmured.
The captain looked over. Understanding dawned on him at Ianto's look. "Oh, that kind of question. Sure." Despite his consent, Harkness looked apprehensive.
Ianto lowered his voice. He swallowed when Harkness drew closer to hear and that complex odor of his that brewed funny feelings in his belly was back to confuse him.
"You…I saw a file from 1908…" Ianto paused. "Back in London and another…in 1941."
Harkness said nothing, but he looked at Ianto silently. And it occurred to Ianto his eyes were too limitless for his face.
"You didn't really time travel to those times. You…you lived through them," Ianto murmured. He turned back to his mug and found his hand shaking too much to dare take a drink and turned back.
Harkness looked sad, sorrowful, and suddenly very weary.
"This, this is what you think the Doctor needs to fix." Ianto exhaled at his slow nod. "But he'd left…" At the anguish that flashed across Harkness' face, Ianto didn't continue that thought. "How long are you willing to wait?"
"Forever," Harkness rasped. He smiled bitterly at him. "I can afford to, right?"
Act IV
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.