Just Like A Jones 9/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 9/25
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. As i have said before it was lack of feedbak that made me give up before, but the comment i got for ch8 made me so happy and confident and determined to keep going for this fandom. )
PART 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Jack pushed his key into the lock and opened the door. The room was dark, lit only by the street lamp outside, but he could see the room clearly. It was a neat little flat, not extravagant, but neat and everything had its place without it seeming unwelcoming. The magazines would be resting neatly in the rack and the remote controls would sit on the bottom shelf of the coffee table; there was a bowl beside the door only for keys and beside it, underneath the picture of a silver Aston Martin DB5, was a money box for any loose change that happened to be weighing him down.
Jack dropped the key into the bowl and hung his coat up on the rack beside the three-quarter-length grey Jacket. He smoothed down the material of the other man's coat and let his fingers linger on the fabric for a while.
If the Doctor knew he would doing this he would go crazy; he didn't like Jack to travel and mess with his timey wimey things. All things timey wimey were sacred to him, and he had been told on their last chance meeting that if he made his timey wimey detector go ding one more time he would disable his vortex manipulator for good. Going back in time so often just to lie in bed with Ianto could never be justified, not in the Doctor's eyes, but Jack didn't care about what anyone thought any more. He took off his shoes and put them next to Ianto's on the mat by the door and checked twice to make sure they were straight before walking through the living room.
He stared at the pictures on the wall. One of Ianto's mother and father, one of him and his sister and one of Mica and David; there was none of Jack. He opened the door to the bedroom and walked inside, staring at the lump in the duvet.
Jack took off his shirt and trousers, draping them over the chair, then sat down to remove his socks.
“Stop sneaking around.“ Ianto's voice was groggy and half asleep, he didn't even open his eyes. “Get into bed or get out. I'm tired.”
Jack smiled and walked over, then leaned across the bed and kissed his exposed shoulder. “You're cranky.” He smiled. “I love how Welsh you get when you're cranky.”
“I was sleeping, now I'm not. Cranky is justified.” Ianto spoke into the pillow and pulled the duvet back a little. “Get in.”
Jack took off his under-shirt and climbed in beside him then pulled him close. He kissed his shoulder and took in the scent of his neck, then stroked the skin on his stomach.
“Why are you being weird?” Ianto asked.
“I'm not.”
“Yes you are.” Ianto rolled over and rested his head on Jack's chest; he yawned and made himself comfortable. “You're always weird when you visit at night.”
“Bad weird?”
Ianto smiled in his half-sleep. “No.” He kissed Jack's chest. “Just different. I swear you're a different man sometimes.”
Jack pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. “I miss you.”
“I saw you four hours ago.” Ianto's fingers strayed below Jack's waistline. “You were pretty tired when I left. You said you couldn't move your legs to come over tonight.”
“I did?”
“You did.” Ianto kissed Jack's neck and shifted his weight, moving to hover above him. “I was expecting some recovery time.” His kisses littered Jack's jawline as his fingers stroked him through the material of his underwear. “You could have called first, I would have been more prepared.”
“We don't have to--”
Ianto's kisses silenced him and as his hips rocked against him Jack lost all rational thought. He pulled the Welshman's lips towards his own and savoured the taste of him, letting him dominate him completely. When he moved his kisses back to his jaw Jack pushed him away a little.
“You know that I don't just come here for sex, right?” Jack said, touching the warm skin on his face; he missed the warmth of his skin. “I don't need to tonight.”
Ianto smiled and ran his fingers over Jack's hair. “Are you dead against it?”
“No.”
“Well that's good.” He returned his lips to his lover's and caressed his mouth with a long kiss. “It's okay if you did though.”
“But I didn't. This, us, you know that it's more than that, don't you?”
Ianto backed away and gazed at Jack, then stroked his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing.” Jack's voice cracked without warning and he took a deep breath to combat it. “I just wanted you to know.”
“I do know. Now tell me what's wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head and pulled Ianto back to his lips. “I'm fine.”
“You're not.” Ianto hovered above him and gazed into the depths of his eyes. “Tell me.”
Jack licked his lips. “I can't.”
“You never talk to me any more. You hide from me and I hate that.”
“I don't mean to.” Jack kissed him. “I just think too much.”
“About?”
Jack closed his eyes an took a breath, trying to fight the emotions that wanted to escape; he breathed through the pain of his broken heart. “The end of you.” He spoke, but knew that he shouldn't have. “I don't want it to be the end.”
“Don't be daft.” Ianto whispered in the dark. “I'm not leaving.”
“You will one day; too cold too young and I will never forgive myself for letting you into this dangerous world.”
Ianto rolled onto his back and pulled Jack's head onto his chest. “I love this world,” Ianto said, “it's my life. You're my life Jack.”
“I shouldn't be.”
“But you are.” He caressed Jack's face and held him tighter. “I'll never apologise for that.”
“It just scares me.”
“Listen.” Ianto sighed and kissed Jack's head; he rested his chin on his hair and closed his eyes. “We both know that I'll never make old bones, not in this job, but when I go you'll have memories.”
“But I can't make any new ones.” Jack's tears finally fell. “You'll be gone and I'll be alone again. The end never comes.”
“Is this about Owen and Tosh again?”
“A little.” Jack lied. He always lied. “More about you.”
“Go to sleep,” Ianto said, “I've got to be up in a few hours.”
“Will you make me some coffee before I go?”
“Always do.”
He looked up and the Welshman met his eyes. “I love your coffee.”
“I know.” Ianto pulled the duvet over them and held Jack tightly. “Goodnight.”
~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~
When Jack got back to Cardiff it was raining and the familiarity of it made him smile.
“Anyone home?” He walked in the front door and narrowly missed breaking his neck on the bag in the hallway; he hung his coat up and knocked the rain off his head the best he could. “It's really coming down out there.”
“Shhh!”
Jack followed Rhiannon's hushed voice into the living room and threw his keys onto the kitchen table. She held a baby in her arms, shattered, trying not to move.
“Oh.” Jack smiled and sat down beside her. “Sorry.”
“Sam had to work and David is a shit dad.”
“Rhi!”
“Well--” Rhiannon looked at Jack, continuing their whispered conversation. “He is. He never bothers. She's a toy to him.”
“Where is he?”
“Do you need to ask?”
“Pub?”
She nodded. “So, did you have fun on your travels?”
Jack put his arm around her. “Not really.”
“What's up?”
“Nothing.” Jack tried to smile. “I was just remembering the first time we met, that's all.”
“You went back,” she said, “didn't you?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah.”
Rhiannon kissed his cheek. “Soft sod.” She handed the baby to Jack. “Hold her a minute will you. I have to nip out”
Jack took her. “Well... for how long?”
“I dunno. Until I get back.” She kissed his head. “Glad to have you home love.”
Jack sighed and leaned back in the chair.
Rhiannon shut the door and got out her mobile on the way to the car. “David! It's your mother. Get out of that fucking pub and get your arse home right now or God help me you are not too old to get a beatin.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
“You can go you know.” Gwen said, appearing out of the office. “No more work to do.”
“There's always work to do.” Mica typed away at her computer, scrolling through pages of information until she got what she needed. “I just need to--”
“You need to do nothing.” Gwen pulled her her away from the work station and turned her around. “Home.”
“I-”
“Now!” She smiled and shut down Mica's work station. “You've been here long enough.”
“I won't be long. You go.”
“I don't think so. Come on!”
“Gwen--”
“Home!” Gwen took her hand and pulled her up, then grabbed her coat from the back of the chair and dragged her away from her station. “Don't make me go into mother mode on you.”
Mica smiled. “Bloody hell, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.”
“Watch it.” Gwen pulled her into the lift and shut the door. “I've got the car, I'll drive you home, it's chucking it down out there.”
~~~~~*~~~~
When Mica got into the house she found it eerily quiet; the telly wasn't blaring and she couldn't hear any noise at all. She wondered if everyone had gone out.
“Hello?” she walked into the living room and smiled. Jack was back and sitting on the sofa with her niece in his arms, sleeping. “Jack.” She whispered in his ear. “Anyone in.”
He opened one eye groggily. “Was I asleep?”
“Either that or dead.”
“You never know with me.”
“Left holding the baby I see?” She took the bundle away and put it into the makeshift cot in the corner of the room. “Very domesticated.”
“Another generation.” Jack stood beside her. “You and David, you're all grown up.”
“Oh boo-hoo.” She smiled. “How was your trip?”
“Eventful.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I worried the whole time about you.”
“I'm still here.” she smiled. “Alive and Kicking and really happy.”
“And Gwen?”
“She's keeping an eye on me. Well, most of the time.”
“Okay okay I'm back mam.” David walked into the living room. “No need to get your knickers in a twist.
“She's gone out.” Jack said. “You're safe for now.”
“I was only having a few pints with the boys.” He walked over to the crib and picked the baby up. “Daddy's home.”
“I brought you a present.” Jack said as he turned to Mica. “More than one actually.”
She smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, can I have it?”
“Not here. We need to take a walk.” He walked into the hallway and she followed. He took an old Thermos flask out of his coat pocket and held it up. “Let's go for a coffee.
PART 10 HERE”
Chapter: 9/25
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. As i have said before it was lack of feedbak that made me give up before, but the comment i got for ch8 made me so happy and confident and determined to keep going for this fandom. )
PART 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Jack pushed his key into the lock and opened the door. The room was dark, lit only by the street lamp outside, but he could see the room clearly. It was a neat little flat, not extravagant, but neat and everything had its place without it seeming unwelcoming. The magazines would be resting neatly in the rack and the remote controls would sit on the bottom shelf of the coffee table; there was a bowl beside the door only for keys and beside it, underneath the picture of a silver Aston Martin DB5, was a money box for any loose change that happened to be weighing him down.
Jack dropped the key into the bowl and hung his coat up on the rack beside the three-quarter-length grey Jacket. He smoothed down the material of the other man's coat and let his fingers linger on the fabric for a while.
If the Doctor knew he would doing this he would go crazy; he didn't like Jack to travel and mess with his timey wimey things. All things timey wimey were sacred to him, and he had been told on their last chance meeting that if he made his timey wimey detector go ding one more time he would disable his vortex manipulator for good. Going back in time so often just to lie in bed with Ianto could never be justified, not in the Doctor's eyes, but Jack didn't care about what anyone thought any more. He took off his shoes and put them next to Ianto's on the mat by the door and checked twice to make sure they were straight before walking through the living room.
He stared at the pictures on the wall. One of Ianto's mother and father, one of him and his sister and one of Mica and David; there was none of Jack. He opened the door to the bedroom and walked inside, staring at the lump in the duvet.
Jack took off his shirt and trousers, draping them over the chair, then sat down to remove his socks.
“Stop sneaking around.“ Ianto's voice was groggy and half asleep, he didn't even open his eyes. “Get into bed or get out. I'm tired.”
Jack smiled and walked over, then leaned across the bed and kissed his exposed shoulder. “You're cranky.” He smiled. “I love how Welsh you get when you're cranky.”
“I was sleeping, now I'm not. Cranky is justified.” Ianto spoke into the pillow and pulled the duvet back a little. “Get in.”
Jack took off his under-shirt and climbed in beside him then pulled him close. He kissed his shoulder and took in the scent of his neck, then stroked the skin on his stomach.
“Why are you being weird?” Ianto asked.
“I'm not.”
“Yes you are.” Ianto rolled over and rested his head on Jack's chest; he yawned and made himself comfortable. “You're always weird when you visit at night.”
“Bad weird?”
Ianto smiled in his half-sleep. “No.” He kissed Jack's chest. “Just different. I swear you're a different man sometimes.”
Jack pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. “I miss you.”
“I saw you four hours ago.” Ianto's fingers strayed below Jack's waistline. “You were pretty tired when I left. You said you couldn't move your legs to come over tonight.”
“I did?”
“You did.” Ianto kissed Jack's neck and shifted his weight, moving to hover above him. “I was expecting some recovery time.” His kisses littered Jack's jawline as his fingers stroked him through the material of his underwear. “You could have called first, I would have been more prepared.”
“We don't have to--”
Ianto's kisses silenced him and as his hips rocked against him Jack lost all rational thought. He pulled the Welshman's lips towards his own and savoured the taste of him, letting him dominate him completely. When he moved his kisses back to his jaw Jack pushed him away a little.
“You know that I don't just come here for sex, right?” Jack said, touching the warm skin on his face; he missed the warmth of his skin. “I don't need to tonight.”
Ianto smiled and ran his fingers over Jack's hair. “Are you dead against it?”
“No.”
“Well that's good.” He returned his lips to his lover's and caressed his mouth with a long kiss. “It's okay if you did though.”
“But I didn't. This, us, you know that it's more than that, don't you?”
Ianto backed away and gazed at Jack, then stroked his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing.” Jack's voice cracked without warning and he took a deep breath to combat it. “I just wanted you to know.”
“I do know. Now tell me what's wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head and pulled Ianto back to his lips. “I'm fine.”
“You're not.” Ianto hovered above him and gazed into the depths of his eyes. “Tell me.”
Jack licked his lips. “I can't.”
“You never talk to me any more. You hide from me and I hate that.”
“I don't mean to.” Jack kissed him. “I just think too much.”
“About?”
Jack closed his eyes an took a breath, trying to fight the emotions that wanted to escape; he breathed through the pain of his broken heart. “The end of you.” He spoke, but knew that he shouldn't have. “I don't want it to be the end.”
“Don't be daft.” Ianto whispered in the dark. “I'm not leaving.”
“You will one day; too cold too young and I will never forgive myself for letting you into this dangerous world.”
Ianto rolled onto his back and pulled Jack's head onto his chest. “I love this world,” Ianto said, “it's my life. You're my life Jack.”
“I shouldn't be.”
“But you are.” He caressed Jack's face and held him tighter. “I'll never apologise for that.”
“It just scares me.”
“Listen.” Ianto sighed and kissed Jack's head; he rested his chin on his hair and closed his eyes. “We both know that I'll never make old bones, not in this job, but when I go you'll have memories.”
“But I can't make any new ones.” Jack's tears finally fell. “You'll be gone and I'll be alone again. The end never comes.”
“Is this about Owen and Tosh again?”
“A little.” Jack lied. He always lied. “More about you.”
“Go to sleep,” Ianto said, “I've got to be up in a few hours.”
“Will you make me some coffee before I go?”
“Always do.”
He looked up and the Welshman met his eyes. “I love your coffee.”
“I know.” Ianto pulled the duvet over them and held Jack tightly. “Goodnight.”
~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~
When Jack got back to Cardiff it was raining and the familiarity of it made him smile.
“Anyone home?” He walked in the front door and narrowly missed breaking his neck on the bag in the hallway; he hung his coat up and knocked the rain off his head the best he could. “It's really coming down out there.”
“Shhh!”
Jack followed Rhiannon's hushed voice into the living room and threw his keys onto the kitchen table. She held a baby in her arms, shattered, trying not to move.
“Oh.” Jack smiled and sat down beside her. “Sorry.”
“Sam had to work and David is a shit dad.”
“Rhi!”
“Well--” Rhiannon looked at Jack, continuing their whispered conversation. “He is. He never bothers. She's a toy to him.”
“Where is he?”
“Do you need to ask?”
“Pub?”
She nodded. “So, did you have fun on your travels?”
Jack put his arm around her. “Not really.”
“What's up?”
“Nothing.” Jack tried to smile. “I was just remembering the first time we met, that's all.”
“You went back,” she said, “didn't you?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah.”
Rhiannon kissed his cheek. “Soft sod.” She handed the baby to Jack. “Hold her a minute will you. I have to nip out”
Jack took her. “Well... for how long?”
“I dunno. Until I get back.” She kissed his head. “Glad to have you home love.”
Jack sighed and leaned back in the chair.
Rhiannon shut the door and got out her mobile on the way to the car. “David! It's your mother. Get out of that fucking pub and get your arse home right now or God help me you are not too old to get a beatin.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
“You can go you know.” Gwen said, appearing out of the office. “No more work to do.”
“There's always work to do.” Mica typed away at her computer, scrolling through pages of information until she got what she needed. “I just need to--”
“You need to do nothing.” Gwen pulled her her away from the work station and turned her around. “Home.”
“I-”
“Now!” She smiled and shut down Mica's work station. “You've been here long enough.”
“I won't be long. You go.”
“I don't think so. Come on!”
“Gwen--”
“Home!” Gwen took her hand and pulled her up, then grabbed her coat from the back of the chair and dragged her away from her station. “Don't make me go into mother mode on you.”
Mica smiled. “Bloody hell, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.”
“Watch it.” Gwen pulled her into the lift and shut the door. “I've got the car, I'll drive you home, it's chucking it down out there.”
~~~~~*~~~~
When Mica got into the house she found it eerily quiet; the telly wasn't blaring and she couldn't hear any noise at all. She wondered if everyone had gone out.
“Hello?” she walked into the living room and smiled. Jack was back and sitting on the sofa with her niece in his arms, sleeping. “Jack.” She whispered in his ear. “Anyone in.”
He opened one eye groggily. “Was I asleep?”
“Either that or dead.”
“You never know with me.”
“Left holding the baby I see?” She took the bundle away and put it into the makeshift cot in the corner of the room. “Very domesticated.”
“Another generation.” Jack stood beside her. “You and David, you're all grown up.”
“Oh boo-hoo.” She smiled. “How was your trip?”
“Eventful.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I worried the whole time about you.”
“I'm still here.” she smiled. “Alive and Kicking and really happy.”
“And Gwen?”
“She's keeping an eye on me. Well, most of the time.”
“Okay okay I'm back mam.” David walked into the living room. “No need to get your knickers in a twist.
“She's gone out.” Jack said. “You're safe for now.”
“I was only having a few pints with the boys.” He walked over to the crib and picked the baby up. “Daddy's home.”
“I brought you a present.” Jack said as he turned to Mica. “More than one actually.”
She smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, can I have it?”
“Not here. We need to take a walk.” He walked into the hallway and she followed. He took an old Thermos flask out of his coat pocket and held it up. “Let's go for a coffee.
PART 10 HERE”