Just Like A Jones 15/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 15/25
Rating: g - nc-17 for the whole series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Martha. 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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Jack drove the car up the driveway in the dark as much as he could without hitting the car already parked there and got out; he jogged up to the door and knocked on it. No answer. He knocked again, more urgently this time, and banged on the door with his fist.
It was past midnight and there were no lights on anywhere but he knew she was in, or at least someone was. He peeked through the letterbox. “Open up! It's Jack!”
A light went on upstairs and then one in the hallway; Jack could see someone running down the stairs through the textured glass on the front door. As the figure got closer Jack could see her gaze through the door carefully before opening it.
“Jack?” Martha Jones stood at the door, wrapping her cream dressing gown around her powder blue pyjamas, and stared for just a moment then shook herself out of it. “What are you doing here?”
“Emergency,” he said, “sorry it's so late.” Jack jogged back to the car and Martha followed in her bare feet.
“Late? It's been almost fourteen years!”
“I know, I know.” He opened the passenger seat and then turned to her. “You look good by the way.”
“Trust you.”
“I mean it.” He smiled. “It's been too long.”
Martha ignored him and stared into the back seat of the car, getting nearer the window for a closer look. She baked away. “That's--”
“I know.” Jack pulled her away from the car. “Long story. Complicated. Catch up later.”
“But that's Ianto.” She broke away from him and opened the back door, then knelt down on the driveway. She took his hand. “He's been dead for thirteen years.”
“Shh!” Jack covered her mouth. “Not so loud.”
“He's in the mid-stages of rigor mortis” Martha turned to face him. “How is that-- just-- what?”
“I told you, it's complicated.”
“I can't help him.” She struggled to find any more words. “He's dead and not even freshly dead.”
“It's not him that needs help.” Jack helped Mica out of the car.
“I have one thousand reasons why I disagree with that, care to hear a few hundred?”
“Gunshot wound.” Jack turned Martha around by her shoulder. “This is Mica.”
“Mica, this is Martha Jones, she's going to look after you.” Mica was unsteady on her feet, barely standing without Jack's support, but managed a smile. She held her hand against her makeshift bandage.
“Get her inside.”
Jack smiled. “Thank you.” He walked Mica into the house carefully, guiding her in the house and through to the kitchen.
“What happened?” Martha rushed over to her, picking her bag up from the hallway on her way through and opened it on the table. She put her examination gloves on.
“Your boys,” Jack folded his arms and bit at his nails as he paced around the kitchen. “UNIT.”
“When?”
“Look--” Jack pulled Martha over to the side and away from Mica. “I have to go and do something but I'll be back. Just look after her for me.”
“And where exactly are you running off to?”
“I have to get Ianto out of here.” Jack kissed Mica's head. “I'll be back soon. I promise.”
“You can't just go.” Martha followed Jack as he jogged towards the door, then out towards the car. “She's a kid Jack, how the hell did she get shot?”
“Ask her yourself. “Jack got into the car and started the ignition. “I have to go.”
“You can't just dump her on me!”
“Sorry.” Jack shouted out the window as he reversed out of the driveway and drove down the street.
Martha watched Jack go and sighed, then returned to the kitchen to Mica. She sat down beside her. “What happened?”
“Long story.” Mica breathed through the pain as Martha removed the makeshift bandage and peeled away the leather.
Martha smiled kindly. “We have plenty of time.”
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Jack drove through the village and down a dirt track until he reached the cottage; it was made of old stone and almost falling apart, but it was good enough for what he needed. The windows were boarded up inside and out, blocking out peering eyes, and the woodwork was rotting; the front gate was missing, torn from its hinges, and the garden was overgrown and wild with weeds.
It was an old house, the one that he had bought many decades before; his intention had been to do it up, make it into a home, but that hadn't quite gone to plan. Torchwood always got in the way and he never found time to use it. Now it was old and run down, far away from anywhere, with no real charm other than the quaintness of the bricks. There had been a time where he thought about showing it to Ianto. He thought of making it a little place that they could escape to, far away from the eyes of others, but nothing that he planed ever really worked out that way.
Jack got out and opened the door, then switched on a light before returning to the car. He took Ianto from the back seat and put him over his shoulder. He carried him inside and shut the door with his foot.
The house was almost bare inside. The simple furniture had been draped with dust sheets and the wooden floor was covered in a film of dirt. The light had no shade and the illumination from the bare bulb was barely viable in the dark, but it was jut enough to be able to see.
“Home sweet home.” Jack lay Ianto down on the bed carefully and knelt down beside him. “It's not the Savoy, but it'll do.”
He opened a cupboard an took out a blanket then draped it over him.
“When you get out of this we could do this place up just like I planned.” He sat down beside him on the bed and smoothed his hair until it was neat, then straightened his tie a little. “You and me with a cute little place in the country, maybe we could even get a dog. A stray with nowhere else to go.” He smiled. “Nobody would even notice us here. They wouldn't see you age and me stay the same.”
He stared at him for a moment then kissed his forehead.
“I'd live your days out with you here.” He took his cold hand and ran the pads of his fingers over the cold skin. “Maybe it won't be so bad watching you fade away again, not when I've had all the time with you.”
“Anyway.”Jack sighed and stood up. “I have to go. I need to pick up some equipment and check on Mica but I'll be back before you even know I'm gone.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
The spotlight from Martha's desk did a good job of illuminating the wound on Mica's shoulder as she worked on removing the bullets with a pair of tweezers.
Mica winced.
“Sorry.”
“It's okay, it hurts less than getting shot.” She looked at the shrapnel that Martha had already removed. “It's kind of like getting shot in reverse.”
She laughed. “I suppose it is in a way.” She removed the last bullet and wiped the wound clean of blood. “So, how did you meet Jack then?”
“He's family.”
“You're his daughter?” Martha looked up in surprise. “You don't look old enough, well you do, I just thought he would have mentioned something.”
“No, no. He's my Uncle... sort of.”
“Sort of?”
Mica sighed. “Ianto. He was-- is -- my uncle.”
“Right.” Martha prepared a needle. “And after he died Jack just kept lurking around so you adopted him as your own?”
“Something like that.”
“Jack Harkness, the stray puppy of the universe.” She laughed. “One doe eyed look and you're hooked forever.”
Mica jumped at the sharpness of the needle as it punctured her skin and looked away from the sight of the wire pulling at her flesh. “The fact that he's not blood doesn't even matter any more.”
“I'm glad he has someone.”
“He's got a whole family, even a great Niece now,” she said, “we'd do anything for him.”
“Even get shot?”
“Yes.”
Martha looked up at Mica and searched her face carefully, then smiled. “You're Torchwood,” she said, “aren't you?”
Mica said nothing.
“I can always tell.” She continued to work. “Dr. Jones, Clearance level 6, identity code 109076.” she smiled. “UNIT covert operations.”
“I see.” Mica smiled and looked down. “It makes sense.”
“I used to work for UNIT, but then everything went wrong. Too much corruption, too much--” Martha sighed. “Just too much.”
“So now you help us?”
“I suppose I still work for UNIT, technically. I go to work, I do my job, but I have my eye and ears open. The moment they step out of line the report is filed and action is taken.”
“You're braver than me.”
Martha finished her last stitch. “God knows what they would do to me if they found out. I know the way they are on the inside, underneath the proficient public image of the good guys, and I know I would just disappear.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack packed a few more of Mica's belongings into a bag and zipped it up. He took a final look around her room to check he hadn't forgotten anything before walking over to the door. Mica had packed most of the bag herself already, obviously with the intention of going somewhere, but had missed out a few essentials. He crept down the stairs and grabbed her coat from the rack.
“Where is she?” Rhiannon switched on the light. “Where's Mica?”
He closed his eyes and cursed himself then turned around. “Rhi.”
“Don't Rhi me,” she said, “she's in trouble isn't she?”
“No.” Jack sighed and put the bag down. “She's helping me with something, that's all.”
“Helping with what?” she asked. “She's a kid.”
“She's not a kid.”
“She is to me.” Rhiannon glared at him. “Tell me.”
Jack closed his eyes and prayed Rhiannon wouldn't be able to tell he was lying. He couldn't tell her what was going on, and he definitely couldn't tell her about Torchwood; lying seemed his only option. “I'm taking her away to protect her for a while.”
“From who?”
“I can't tell you.” He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “I'll look after her. I promise.”
“Where is she now?”
“Safe.” He kissed her cheek. “I'll call you every day.”
“I trust you Jack.” Rhiannon breathed through a wave of tears that threatened to fall. “I know you'll look after her.”
“Don't worry.” Jack tilted her cheek. “I won't let anything happen to her.”
“And if something happens--”
“It won't.” He kissed her cheek again and picked up the bag from beside the door. “She'll call you tomorrow.”
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