Just Like A Jones 13/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 13/25
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.
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. )
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“So do you know what we're doing?” Jack brought a blueprint of a building up onto the wall of the hub. “Because we can go through it one more time.”
“No. I've got it.” She walked past him on the way to the weapons store. “In, get Uncle Ianto, out. Easy.”
He followed her. “There shouldn't be as many people there during the night. They run on a system of three security teams made up of police and Unit, twelve personnel in total. Once we take them out and disconnect their comms it should give us about fifteen minutes max to get out of there before someone notices something is wrong.”
“Easy.” She looked around as she pondered what weaponry to pack. “Ooh I feel like James Bond!”
“The comms should be easy enough to knock off line.”
“They are?”
“Just a case of scrambling their frequency really. They've changed it since then, but back in the day it was all surprisingly basic, well, not basic but I have tech far beyond it. It's a little offensive to technology to be honest. After that it's all relatively simple if things go to plan.”
Jack watched her as she took weapons from the store. She slammed down four handguns two compact Uzi's, two stun gun's and six grenades. He stepped up beside her and put her hand on her shoulder.
“Grenades?” he asked. “I thought we were going to do this quietly and low-key.”
“They're not grenades.” She took down two gas masks and put them on the table with some ammunition. “They're gas canisters.”
“Gas?”
“Retcon gas,” she explained, “it should knock everyone out and stop them remembering at the same time.”
“That's new.”
“And the best thing is it's non toxic. They'll just feel like they've had a bit of a heavy night.”
Jack picked one up and looked at it. “Do they work?”
“They're very effective.” She packed them into the rucksack. “The guns are just in case, and they all have built-in silencers. I really don't want us to have to hurt anyone, but If we do I don't want to draw attention to us.”
“I'm impressed.” Jack smiled. “You really know what you're doing.”
“Torchwood is a lot different than it was in your day Uncle Jack. All new employees have to go through rigorous training. Combat, firearm, psych, medical and intelligence. It's like the SAS only with much nicer toys.” She put a metal box into the bag.
“What's that?”
“A little collection of drugs that we may or may not need.” She smiled. “My secret weapon.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Probably not.”
“Are we ready?”
Mica looked him up and down. “You're not actually thinking of going dressed like that.”
“Like what?”
“You don't exactly blend into the dark now do you?” She put a bundle of clothes into the bag. “I have a change of clothing. Torchwood standard issue.”
“Torchwood have standard issue clothing?”
“It's quite stylish actually. Leather trousers, boots and zip-up shirt.”
“Sounds very cat woman.”
“Cat woman wasn't bulletproof.”
“Bulletproof?”
“Too many operatives died because they didn't have the necessary protective clothing. It doesn't stop all bullets but it has a damn good bash.” She zipped the bag. “Torchwood takes better care of us now. Let's go.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack carried the rucksack on his back as he led Mica to the top off the hillside by her hand. It was the same hillside that he had stood on and said goodbye to Gwen, tucked far away enough from the city to avoid the noise, but wasn't quite the country either; the perfect location. “Nearly there.”
“Thank God!”
“This is where I always end up when I come back,” Jack said, “Keeping the earth co-ordinates the same really help to reduce the possibility of ending up in the wrong time.”
“Has that ever happened?”
“Once or twice.”
“Do we really need to come all the way up here for us to leave though?” She asked. “You left from the laundrette last time.”
“Yeah, and I ended up reappearing in the middle of a hairdressers.”
“A hairdressers?”
“Sally's cuts,” Jack said, “that's what it was before the Laundrette. No I should always go from here. It means I don't have to Retcon people.”
“Hey!” Mica caught up with Jack a little as he disappeared over the top of the hill. “Retcon is for Torchwood use only!”
“I don't always stick by the rules.”
They got to the top of the hill and Jack put the rucksack on the ground while he regained his breath. “Quite a hike.”
“Wow.” Mica looked out at the view. “It's beautiful up here.”
“Yeah.” Jack smiled. “I brought Ianto up here on our first ever real date.”
“Romantic.”
“I suppose you could call it that.” He sat down on the grass. “I think he expected dinner and a movie, but I brought him here instead.”
“You never did like to be predictable.”
“It's our place,” Jack said, “my memories of him are so alive here. It was sitting here that I first knew that I loved him.” He sighed. “I should have told him there and then.”
“Well when we get him back you can bring him here and tell him.” She offered her hand to him and pulled him up. “Should we go and get him?”
Jack smiled and steadied himself on her. “When we get there we're going to have to procure some kind of transport to get us to London.”
“Procure or steal?”
He put on the rucksack. “You don't worry about that. your Uncle Jack will take care of everything.”
Jack opened his wrist strap and keyed in a few commands, then took her hand. “Hold on.”
He pressed a button and they were gone, sent up into the sky in a flash of blinding light.
~~~~~*~~~~~
When they arrived back in 2009 Mica ran to the bushes and brought up her last meal.
“Travel sick?”
“It feels like someone ripped my stomach out through my ears.” She coughed up a little more and Jack rubbed her back. “Why didn't you mention that?”
“You never asked.”
Mica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stumbled towards Jack.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “Wow I'm actually in a different time.”
“Amazing isn't it?”
Mica smiled and bit her lip, then looked around. “It really is.”
“Let's go find us some wheels.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
“If I die just get him out as best you can and go back to the car. Drive to the safe spot and wait for me, I'll find you.”
Jack and Mica hid in the shadows just inside the security gates of the building in Westminster.
“Try not to die.”
“Well I wasn't planning on it.”
“Give me two minutes.” She handed him a gas mask and put her long Jacket on to cover the arsenal of weapons she had on her belt. “It should be all clear by then.”
“I don't like this,” Jack whispered, “I should be doing this.”
“I have a cuter face,” she said, “plus they know you, but I'm still five years old. I don't even register as being a threat on their databases. Facial recognition software won't trigger with me.”
“I still think it's stupid.”
“Why?”
“Cliché!”
“Cliché is cliché for a reason. It works.”
“Yeah, in movies.”
She rolled her eyes. “I have the charm of a Jones, a trustworthy face and the flirting skills of a Harkness. I can't fail.”
“And if you do?”
She shrugged. “Then I shoot him and we go with plan B and hope for the best.”
“Be careful.” Jack slipped on his gas mask and watched her leave.
Mica tied her coat and hung her handbag over her shoulder, then made her way towards the front door. The front entrance was made up of a tall glass door manned by a security guard. She looked in the window and shot him her best smile, then waved him over.
He opened the doors.
“Yes, can I help you miss?”
Mica put her hand into her pocket and took out the CCTV blocking device, then activated it. The red light on the camera went out. “Can you tell me where I am?” she asked. “I think I might be lost.”
“Lost in Westminster?”
“Yes.” She took a map out of her pocket and pointed to it. “I want to be here.”
The security guard stepped closer to her and looked at the map. “Oh that's miles away love.”
“Is it?” Mica pulled the stun gun out of her belt and pressed it into his gut then puled the trigger. The security guard's body convulsed with electricity and then dropped to the floor unconscious. “Idiot.”
She walked into the lobby; it was like a fortress inside with a security barrier, although it was unmanned. She pulled her bag off and put on the gas mask that she kept inside then took off her coat. Mica pulled two of the grenades from her belt, ripped out the pins and threw them over the barrier just in time for three soldiers to run right into the haze of gas. A blue cloud filled the lobby.
Jack appeared in the doorway.
“That's the shortest two minutes I've ever seen.” Mica's voice was distorted by the mask but Jack could just about hear it.
“I was worried.” He took the compact Uzi from out of his coat. “Then I remembered I was with a Jones.”
“Never work with family.” Mica took out the two guns from her belt and loaded them. “It's far too distracting.”
“I've already taken out the comms.”
“I did the CCTV.”
“Nice work.”
“Likewise.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack led Mica down the corridor that he had travelled down not so distantly in his past, peeking around every corner first to check it was safe. They had taken the three teams of security personnel out with minor effort and the plan was firmly in play.
“It's just down here,” Jack said, his voice still muffled by the mask, “Keep an eye out.”
“We've got about nine minutes.”
“Then we better hurry.” They moved down the corridor until they reached the room that contained body number 14 and Jack went inside. “Block the door.”
Mica locked the door and pushed a table in front of it, then walked over to Jack who was discarding the white sheets that had been covering Ianto.
“How's the rigor mortis?” She asked.
Jack removed his gas mask and put it on the floor. “Well he's been dead two days, so fully set in unfortunately. It's going to be a hassle to move him.”
Mica smiles, took a box from her belt and found a syringe and a bottle. “This should help then.”
“What's that?”
She filled the syringe and put it into Ianto's neck, then emptied the drug into his body. “It's a sort of muscle relaxant for the dead” she said, “it reverses the effect of rigor mortis a little so it should just make moving him a bit easier.”
“Were you ever a girl scout?”
“How did you know?” She put the syringe away and helped Jack manoeuvre Ianto's body off the slab. “I think It's going to be easier if we drag him.”
“Good idea.” Jack put on his gas mask. “We've got six minutes.”
They moved to the door and unblocked it, then Mica checked the hallway. “It's clear.” She ventured down the hallway, heading towards the exit that Jack had shown her on the old blueprint, then stopped suddenly in her tracks.
“Stop!” The voice came from a Unit soldier. He wore a gas mask and pointed a rather big and scary gun in her direction. She was familiar with guns, especially big and scary military ones, but her mind went blank.
“We're just taking something that belongs to us” she said, “We'll be gone in a minute.”
Jack looked down the corridor; Mica was in harms way and there was nothing much he could do about it. Any quick moves and the soldier would shoot.
“Drop the body or I'll shoot her!”
Mica looked at the gun and then down at her leather armour; the Torchwood clothing was good, but generally only against everyday bullets, and she knew that it wouldn't withstand the force if he carried out his promise. She swallowed hard.
She refused to drop her guns from their positions and stared down the barrel at him. “No.”
“I'll shoot.”
“Then do it.”
The soldier opened fire sending bullets ripping through her armour and into her shoulder. She dropped onto the floor, letting one of the guns fall from her weak grip, and cried out in pain.
“Warning shot.” He warned. “Drop the gun, leave the body and come with me.”
“No chance.” Mica groaned in pain and fired a shot with her good arm; the bullet passed through the soldiers skull hitting him dead between the eyes.
She watched him as he hit the floor and fixed her eyes on his limp body.
“I killed him.” Mica held onto her shoulder as she turned to Jack. “I shot him in the head.”
Jack lowered Ianto to the ground and ran to her side, helping her up. “We need to get out.” He watched as the blood poured from her arm, the colour starting to drain from her face.
“He's dead.”
Jack clasped a hand on her good shoulder. “He was going to kill you.”
“But I killed him.” She shook her head. “Not an alien or-- he was just a soldier.”
“We have to go. Now.” Jack took her good arm and used it to sling her over his shoulder and made his way down the corridor. “You're losing blood.”
Mica looked at Ianto's body as it lay on the cold floor. “What about him?”
“I'll come back for him. He's dead, you're living. You are my number one priority.”
He ran with her through the maze of corridors until he found the fire exit then kicked down the door. The vehicle was waiting a few yards away, hidden behind the wire fence in bushes. He pushed his way through the hole that he had cut through the wire.
“You can't manage him on your own.”
“Yeah, well you're injured so I'll have to.” He opened the door and put her on the seat then crouched down beside her. “Stay here.”
He returned to the corridor where he had left Ianto's body and picked it up the way he had Mica; it was heavier, much heavier, but he could just about manage it. The injection had made the body more flexible; that helped.
There was a sound in the distance, footsteps running towards him. He pulled the last gas grenade from his pocket and threw it behind him, hoping that the people who were coming had turned up unprepared, then made his way out the door.
When Jack got outside he saw the car waiting outside the exit; Mica was sitting in the drivers seat revving the engine, blood still dripping from her arm. She had covered her wound with some material from her armour, but it wasn't stopping the blood.
“Get in!” She shouted. “We've got company.”
Jack put Ianto into the back seat and joined him just in time; Mica pulled away, the passenger door still open, and drove into the path of oncoming soldiers. She ducked down her head when the blanket of bullets tore through the windscreen and heard Jack cry out as he got hit. She looked back; he was dead.
The blood was pouring from the wound on her shoulder seeping through the makeshift bandage. It made her weak but she kept on going, driving through the darkness without her headlights
PART 14 HERE.