Just Like A Jones 8/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 8/25
Rating: g - nc-17 for the whole series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Gwen/Rhys. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon. OC's
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
A/N - I shall make you happy! jut watch me! happy fix.
Comments are always appreciated. i havent been back into fic for long and I do need a confidence boost atm :(Thanks. Thanks to everyone who has replied so far XD )
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Jack said a quick thank you to he UNIT official and closed the door behind him. It was a small viewing room tucked away in the depths of Westminster where all the others had gone after being removed from the large viewing hall. Jack cast his mind back to the sight of it; so many bodies all in a line wrapped in red silk sheets, their awful death hidden from the eyes of those who didn't want to see. But he had woken up there in the middle of it all, the only one with another chance, another breath. He was the only one that could never escape death; death was his life.
But the other bodies were gone now, transferred as per families instructions and Government policy, leaving just one. The room had been tastefully decorated with white sheets and beautiful flowers, with the body lying on a platform much more easily accessible than the floor, but it didn't make the sight any easier.
Ianto Jones didn't deserve this end.
He walked over to him. It had been over seventy-five years but as he got closer the breaks in his heart started to give way and the pain came back. The cuts seemed deeper than before, as if they had festered away until the hole in his heart had become an infinite space of nothingness. His lip trembled and a film of tears blinded his vision; his breathing got faster until he was almost hyperventilating and his chest seemed tight. Jack wondered if this was what it felt like to die of a broken heart.
Jack reached his cold lover and stood beside him and touched his face; he looked so young lying there, too young, almost younger than he remembered him ever being. His tears escaped from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, splashing on the material of Ianto's shirt.
“I'm sorry.”
Jack touched his suit and smoothed his fingers over his waistcoat letting them run over the perfection of the thread. Jack smiled sadly; Ianto Jones was perfect even in death. No hair out of place or crease in his tailoring, even the angle of his tie was right, but somehow it all seemed wrong. Nothing about his perfection was right; it was too perfect, too still, too stoic. There was no hidden smile on his lips, or contemplation on his brow, just stillness in death.
He closed his eyes and leant down to kiss his lovers still lips, lingering for a moment as though he was waiting for a response; his sobs broke the connection between them and Jack caressed his face. He climbed up beside him and rested his head on his still chest just like he used to do and closed his eyes, but there was no heartbeat under his cheek like there used to be, no breath on his neck.
“How could I forget to tell you that I couldn't go on without you.” Jack's words were as broken as his heart. “I didn't know how much I needed you until you were gone.” He lay there for a moment, clinging to his shirt as he wept. “I always thought that the pain would go, y'know? I thought that the numbness would stop like everyone before and I would forget the pain and remember the good times we had.”
Jack crawled up his body a little and lay his head next to Ianto's; he stroked his hair. “It didn't work like that, not this time. I don't remember the good times, all I remember is this.” He caressed his cheek and fought his sobs to find his voice. “This is it. You, so young and so cold, and me without you.”
Jack's tears flowed faster than he could stop them, so he let them fall. He looked at his face and kissed his forehead; his skin was cold and didn't feel like it used to, his scent was gone too. The 456 had taken everything.
“I never told you how I felt, not in so many words.” He wiped his eyes so he could see Ianto's face clearly, but more tears came and his blindness returned. “I was scared. I thought that maybe I didn't really feel it, that my mind was playing games with my heart. I didn't want to love you.” Jack swallowed hard, pouring his heart out to someone so still made no sense, but he carried on. “I didn't realise how much I needed you until it was too late, and then when you were gone.” He kissed the cut on his cheek, now etched into his features for eternity. “If I could rip a hole in time and take you out of it I would.”
He took a deep breath and swallowed back his tears. “I broke my promise to you. I said I would keep her safe, but the thought that she could bring you back has made me selfish.”
Jack climbed down and straightened Ianto's clothes again. “One day I'll kiss you and you'll kiss me back again.” He kissed him softly. “And I can't wait.”
The door opened and Jack wiped his tears before turning around. This wasn't part of the plan. Rhiannon stood there alone, staring at Jack as he stared back. He stopped himself from walking over and hugging her; she didn't know him yet.
“You're Jack,” she said, “they told me you were here and that I could wait but I wanted to see you.” She looked him up and down then smiled just a little. “He said you were handsome.”
“You must be Rhiannon.”
She walked over to him and stopped two feet away. “Is that really him?”
“Yes.”
She sniffed back her tears and put her hands over her face to wipe them away. “There's been no mistake?”
Jack shook his head. “I'm sorry.”
“There's been mistakes before,” she said, “a lot of people died. Maybe he got out.”
“He didn't get out.” Jack put his hand on her cheek and wiped away her tears. “It's him.”
“Then I guess I should say goodbye.” She was brave at first, not crying as much as Jack had always presumed, but then something clicked and her emotions came falling out her eyes like broken pieces of her heart.
“I'll give you some time alone.” Jack went to walk away but she caught his hand.
“When our Mam died he and Dad held my hand. I had one on either side. Then Dad died and I only had one.” She smiled fondly. “Ianto held my hand so tight that I thought it was going to drop off.” She tried to keep herself together but Jack could tell she was fighting a losing battle. “He was always the strong one in times like this. Now who will hold my hand?”
Jack griped her hand tightly. “I can if you want.”
Rhiannon squeezed his hand and then took a deep breath. She turned to face Ianto and then turned away quickly, pressing her face into Jack's chest. “I don't want to look.”
“Yes you do.” Jack cupped her face. “He looks beautiful. Peaceful. Sleeping.”
“And you know how he looked when he was sleeping?”
Jack closed his eyes, but the tears still came. “Yes.”
“So, you two were sleeping together?” She asked. “Or was it more?”
“I Cherished him until his last breath.”
She smiled. “He deserved that.”
Jack let go of her. “You need to be alone with him. I said my goodbye and you need to too.”
Rhiannon nodded. “One more thing, just in case I never see you again. Was he good at his job?” She looked at the floor. “It was his life and what killed him in the end, I need to know that it was worth it.”
“One of the very best. He was my loyal soldier until the end.” Jack felt his strength leave him and let go of her quickly. “I'm very sorry for your loss.”
Jack walked out the room and watched through the glass panel of the door as she walked over; she collapsed onto his body in tears and held his hand. She stroked his face and kissed the top of his head then sat down in the chair beside him and said her last goodbye.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack looked at a piece of paper and checked the address closely before he knocked on the blue wooden door. He waited for an answer and when the young girl finally opened it he smiled.
“Lois Habiba?”
“Captain Harkness.” She smiled. “I thought you left, Gwen said you were travelling for a while.”
“I am travelling, just making a stop here. Do you mind if I come in?”
Lois stood aside and let him in, then took a deep breath before closing the door.
They sat down in the living room. It was clean and comforting with orange lampshades and a deep chocolate carpet; the pictures on the walls were printed canvas of Elephants and Zebras. It looked like a next catalogue had exploded.
“You have a nice home.”
“I try to surround myself with nice things.” She sat down on a chair and gestured for Jack to sit on the couch. “What can I do for you Captain?”
Jack sat down “You say you talked to Gwen Cooper?”
“I did.”
“Did she offer you a job?”
Lois nodded. “I'm moving next week, Gwen said I could stay with her until my flat was ready.”
“She's kind,” Jack said, “there are worse bosses than her.”
“But Captain I thought--”
“I won't be returning.”
“I see.”
“I've come here to ask you something.” Jack clasped his hands together. “It's important but Gwen mustn't know you're doing it.”
“Why?”
“You can trust me.” He sighed. “Can I trust you?”
Lois nodded.
“There's a body in Westminster, Ianto Jones, he was part of my team.”
“I heard.”
“His sister will need his body taken to Cardiff for his funeral. I told her that it was Torchwood policy that coffins of all personnel are sealed before transportation in order to remain secure.” He looked down at his feet and then met her eyes. “That's not true.”
Lois' eyes moved around the room before settling on him. “What is this about?”
“You need to organise the body transportation back to Wales, but you must not let them have his real body. I've got a double for him, some poor old soul found in a reservoir, and if they never find out they will never know.” He sighed. “His actual body is to be transported to Cardiff in secret tomorrow afternoon and I want you to store it secretly. Can you do that?”
“Why?”
“Can you do that?”
“Yes Captain.”
He handed her an envelope. “These are detailed instructions as to what needs to happen with his body. You have to destroy these after you've done what I ask and Gwen Cooper must never know.” He stood up. “You'll be financially rewarded one they're carried out. It should set you up for life.”
“What if I don't do it?” she asked. “What if I refuse?”
Jack smiled and touched her cheek then moved his coat so that she could see his gun. “You'll do it or face the consequences. I would hate for something horrible to happen to you.”
PART 9 HERE