Hidden Identity- Chapter 2
Title: Hidden Identity- Chapter 2/13 + Epilogue
Author: Iantojjackh
Rating: PG
Summary: It began in a bar on a cold fusion cruiser with a stranger named Alonso. From there Jack's life takes a turn he never expected.
Characters: Jack Harkness, Alonso Frame, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams, Rhiannon Davies, Ianto Jones, Tenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor,
Spoilers: CoE compliant fix-it and The End of Time (DW)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I just borrowed them for a short spell. I wish I owned them so there wouldn't be the need to write fix-its like this.
Word Count: ~26k
Beta: timelordshines
Notes: this originally started off as a prompt from jo02 from the torchwood-fest member created fest way back earlier this year. After several starts and stops, I finally finished this. Also this was written for the longliveianto big bang. The story is compete and I will be posting a chapter a day. So there should be no breaks in posting.
Chapter 2
Jack felt like a caged animal as he waited for the imposter to awaken. That's what Jack had convinced himself that the thing still tied to the chair was. What else could it be? The real Ianto died in his arms seven months ago and there was no way this was real. He wanted so much to believe that this was real and the Doctor saying this was a gift then made sense. Bringing Ianto back to him would be a very welcomed gift, but Jack knew this couldn’t be the case. The holier-than-thou Doctor would never change the timeline for one person, especially not Jack.
Jack did not want to wait for answers so he was going to take them for himself. He sneered at the pathetic waste of space that was now covered in its own filth. "Serves you right for messing with me," the slightly unhinged Captain poked the unconscious form. Perhaps, slight was a bit of an understatement. "You could have made yourself to look like anyone, but choosing him was a very big mistake." The muzzle of the gun pressed into swollen area around the bruised eye, causing Alonso to groan in pain, but he showed no signs of waking up. "Now you can sit in your own filth." Jack curled his nose up at the rancid smell.
Several minutes passed without any further signs of reawakening, guilt and anxiety began to creep in as Jack wondered if by some small miracle this really could be Ianto? He would be super angry with being left in such a state, something about a loss of dignity. "What the..." Jack's face faltered and a knot tightened in his stomach when he saw the bruise on the man's face was already starting to fade and the wound on his neck had healed.
It was the last straw and Jack wrenched the imposter from the chair with such force that the binds holding him to the chair broke, dislocating his left shoulder in the process. Jack then unceremoniously dragged him to the shower, dumping him there and hastily tearing his clothes from his body. Seconds later freezing cold water was turned on the unconscious man. The shock of he near freezing water had no effect besides washing away the bodily fluids. Jack watched the water swirl down the drain until it was clear. By then the swollen eye was swollen no more and there was no trace that Jack that pummeled the man little over an hour ago. And the wound that had bled profusely was completely healed. This only gave Jack more reason to believe that this was a some perverse game. The only thing left for Jack to do so that he could receive final confirmation of this mental torture was a check of the body. He doubted whoever created the fake would go to the trouble of replicating every mark on the body.
Jack reached over and turned off the water, stopping to stare for a minute, transfixed by the limp body unconscious on the floor. At first glance it looked like an exact replica, but Jack was going to find the mistake if it took days.
He started at the top, running his hands through the wet hair. It felt like it should down to the small indent in the scalp from when Jack's front teeth nearly got stuck in Ianto's head from experimenting gone very wrong. The Welshman had put a ban on all sex for three weeks because of the permanent indentation in his head.
As each little nuance of the naked form matched exactly Jack's whole body began to shake, as he began to hope that the man was really Ianto. There was the small area of chest hair that did not grown back after fun with candles went awry. The birthmark in the shape of a heart on his penis. The adorable little dimple on his right buttock. Jack's eyes closed as the tears started to flow too fast to keep up. His hands explored every inch of the exposed skin and it really felt like his lost love. All the grooves and curves were the same. He smelled the same.
Jack felt as if his sanity had completely vanished as he took the soaking wet man into his arms and cradled him close. It was a perfect fit like it always had been. Two puzzle pieces interlocking together. "Is it really you? Can this be true? Are you really him?" Finally Jack realised the body he had been cradling had gone limp. It took a few seconds to realise he had stopped breathing too. That is when Jack completely fell apart. "No. No. I'm sorry. I take it all back. I didn't mean it. Why did you take him away from me again? Is it because I didn't believe. Was it a test I failed? If so don't take it out on him." Sobs overtook Jack as he expelled all the grief he had bottled up the last seven months.
To be continued... Chapter 3
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1
Author: Iantojjackh
Rating: PG
Summary: It began in a bar on a cold fusion cruiser with a stranger named Alonso. From there Jack's life takes a turn he never expected.
Characters: Jack Harkness, Alonso Frame, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams, Rhiannon Davies, Ianto Jones, Tenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor,
Spoilers: CoE compliant fix-it and The End of Time (DW)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I just borrowed them for a short spell. I wish I owned them so there wouldn't be the need to write fix-its like this.
Word Count: ~26k
Beta: timelordshines
Notes: this originally started off as a prompt from jo02 from the torchwood-fest member created fest way back earlier this year. After several starts and stops, I finally finished this. Also this was written for the longliveianto big bang. The story is compete and I will be posting a chapter a day. So there should be no breaks in posting.
Chapter 2
Jack felt like a caged animal as he waited for the imposter to awaken. That's what Jack had convinced himself that the thing still tied to the chair was. What else could it be? The real Ianto died in his arms seven months ago and there was no way this was real. He wanted so much to believe that this was real and the Doctor saying this was a gift then made sense. Bringing Ianto back to him would be a very welcomed gift, but Jack knew this couldn’t be the case. The holier-than-thou Doctor would never change the timeline for one person, especially not Jack.
Jack did not want to wait for answers so he was going to take them for himself. He sneered at the pathetic waste of space that was now covered in its own filth. "Serves you right for messing with me," the slightly unhinged Captain poked the unconscious form. Perhaps, slight was a bit of an understatement. "You could have made yourself to look like anyone, but choosing him was a very big mistake." The muzzle of the gun pressed into swollen area around the bruised eye, causing Alonso to groan in pain, but he showed no signs of waking up. "Now you can sit in your own filth." Jack curled his nose up at the rancid smell.
Several minutes passed without any further signs of reawakening, guilt and anxiety began to creep in as Jack wondered if by some small miracle this really could be Ianto? He would be super angry with being left in such a state, something about a loss of dignity. "What the..." Jack's face faltered and a knot tightened in his stomach when he saw the bruise on the man's face was already starting to fade and the wound on his neck had healed.
It was the last straw and Jack wrenched the imposter from the chair with such force that the binds holding him to the chair broke, dislocating his left shoulder in the process. Jack then unceremoniously dragged him to the shower, dumping him there and hastily tearing his clothes from his body. Seconds later freezing cold water was turned on the unconscious man. The shock of he near freezing water had no effect besides washing away the bodily fluids. Jack watched the water swirl down the drain until it was clear. By then the swollen eye was swollen no more and there was no trace that Jack that pummeled the man little over an hour ago. And the wound that had bled profusely was completely healed. This only gave Jack more reason to believe that this was a some perverse game. The only thing left for Jack to do so that he could receive final confirmation of this mental torture was a check of the body. He doubted whoever created the fake would go to the trouble of replicating every mark on the body.
Jack reached over and turned off the water, stopping to stare for a minute, transfixed by the limp body unconscious on the floor. At first glance it looked like an exact replica, but Jack was going to find the mistake if it took days.
He started at the top, running his hands through the wet hair. It felt like it should down to the small indent in the scalp from when Jack's front teeth nearly got stuck in Ianto's head from experimenting gone very wrong. The Welshman had put a ban on all sex for three weeks because of the permanent indentation in his head.
As each little nuance of the naked form matched exactly Jack's whole body began to shake, as he began to hope that the man was really Ianto. There was the small area of chest hair that did not grown back after fun with candles went awry. The birthmark in the shape of a heart on his penis. The adorable little dimple on his right buttock. Jack's eyes closed as the tears started to flow too fast to keep up. His hands explored every inch of the exposed skin and it really felt like his lost love. All the grooves and curves were the same. He smelled the same.
Jack felt as if his sanity had completely vanished as he took the soaking wet man into his arms and cradled him close. It was a perfect fit like it always had been. Two puzzle pieces interlocking together. "Is it really you? Can this be true? Are you really him?" Finally Jack realised the body he had been cradling had gone limp. It took a few seconds to realise he had stopped breathing too. That is when Jack completely fell apart. "No. No. I'm sorry. I take it all back. I didn't mean it. Why did you take him away from me again? Is it because I didn't believe. Was it a test I failed? If so don't take it out on him." Sobs overtook Jack as he expelled all the grief he had bottled up the last seven months.
To be continued... Chapter 3
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1