Just Like A Jones 21/30
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 21/30
Rating: R for the series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. David. Martha. Gwen/Rhys. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon.
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. Also, I personally have nothing against iced coffee or those who drink it lol
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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Starbucks had been in the bay for as long as Mica could remember; she recalled Jack taking there for her first cup of real coffee on her seventh birthday. It hadn't gone too well. Mica had drank the coffee a little too fast, enjoying the sweetness of the sugar and the froth and the chocolate sprinkles a little too much. She remembered Jack holding her tight on his knee with his hand over her mouth apologising profusely to passers by for her behaviour; she was verging on uncontrollable, and her eyes were wide with the caffeine.
She had decaf until she was fourteen.
But eleven years on she was fine, she could handle the caffeine and espresso was her favourite. No froth, no sugar and no syrupy flavouring; pure strong coffee in a tiny cup. A little cup of pure caffeinated joy. It was her third cup of joy that day and she closed her eyes, taking in the rich aroma as she waited for him to arrive.
She stared at the cup opposite with detest. Hazelnut frappuccino. It was too fancy, too flavoured, too creamy and too over the top. But it was David's favourite and she had to respect that. He never did have any class or respect for truly good beverages.
She stared out the window, looking through the green etched glass, and squinted to see past the blanket of rain.
David jogged across the bay and charged through the door, then knocked the rain off his head. He looked around until he found her and took a seat opposite.
“Where the hell have you been?” He shrugged out of his coat. “Mam is worried sick.”
“I know.”
David noticed the bandage on her arm and reached out to touch it, but she pulled away.
“What the hell happened?”
“I got shot,” she admitted, “It's fine now.”
“Bloody hell.” David smiled. “And I always thought you were the good one.”
“It's not what you think.”
“It's not?”
“No.” she shook her head. “Does mam know you're here?”
“No.” He took a sip of his drink and looked her dead in the eyes. “Don't you just love coffee?”
“It's not coffee,” she said, her tone one of disgust, “it's a milkshake with an identity problem.”
David laughed. “I love winding you up.”
“Well don't.”
He took a drink. “So, are you coming home any time soon, or are you still on the run?”
“I'm not on the run.”
“Fine, so if you're not on the run are you coming home?”
“Not for a while. It could be a few days, it could be a few weeks.”
“What's going on?”
“If I tell you, you have to promise me that you wont tell anyone, and I mean anyone.”
“Okay.”
“Don't ask me any questions either. You just have to trust me and believe what I say.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack watched Ianto as he woke and wrapped his arms around him.
“You're still here.” Ianto smiled a little and ran his fingers over Jack's hand, then laced their fingers together.
“I was following orders.”
“Mmm”
“We should probably get up at some point,” Jack said, “It's almost two.”
“Is it?”
Jack nodded. “I'm starting to get hungry and you did say you wanted a bath.”
“I could do with a coffee, too.” Ianto crawled up Jack's body a little and kissed him softly. “Did you decrease the dosage when I was asleep?”
“Just a little. How does it feel?”
Ianto groaned. “Might take some getting used to.”
“Do you want me to change it back?”
He shook his head. “No.” He winced at the burning pain. “I feel a little less woozy.”
“Do you still feel like getting up?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I'm sick of this bloody bed, plus the sheets could do with changing.”
Jack kissed him softly and moved away, then climbed out of bed. He helped Ianto sit up and steadied him when he started to fall back.
"God!" Ianto closed his eyes tight. “Ah! My head.”
“You've not been upright for a while.” He sat down beside him and steadied him. “It's not going to be a nice feeling when you try and stand up.”
“But I have to.”
“No, you can sit in here for a while first.”
“I'm sick of this bloody room, Jack.” Ianto tried to stand up, then fell back down. “I'll get out of it if it kills me.”
Jack caressed his cheek. “No more dying.”
“I want to see the sun,” Ianto said, “or the moon, or the rain.” He tried to stand up, but toppled back onto the bed. “Anything really, but not these four walls and a boarded up window.”
“Well, there's plenty of rain to see.”
“I know. I can smell it in the air, hear it on the roof.” It took him a few attempts and a lot of support before he could actually stand.
“Good! We have lift-off.”
“Ah!” Ianto groaned through the pain of it. It felt like someone had reduced his legs to pins, and he found it hard to find the energy to hold his weight. He held on to Jack, trying to remember what it felt like to stand up. He was sure that it had never felt like this.
“Do you want to sit back down?”
“No.” Ianto breathed through the pain, gritting his teeth; he dug his fingers into Jack's back, trying to stay upright. After a moment of desperate clinging and pain, it started to subside. He marched a little on the spot, trying to get used to the feeling of having feet.
“Sure?” Jack held on tight.
“Yeah.” He took a few deep breaths, breathing through the aches in his unused legs. “It's getting a little more comfortable.”
“How does it feel to be upright again?”Jack held him up, wrapping his arms around him to keep him standing; Ianto put his arms around Jack's neck and held on.
He laughed a little. “Weird.”
They stood still for a moment, arms wrapped around each other, then Ianto moved his arms from Jack's neck and put them on his waist.
“Whoa!” Ianto rested his head on Jack's shoulder and closed his eyes, starting to sway a little. It felt as though this head was full of water, sloshing from one side to the other; it made him feel sick, seasick almost.
“Your head swimming, huh?”
“Yah. Almost litterally.”
“It'll get better.” Jcak tilted Ianto's chin until he looked at him. “Focus on one spot and it'll go away. Look at me, only me.”
Ianto stared into the depths of Jack's eyes. “Nice view,” he said.
“Is it?” Jack smiled.
Ianto nodded very slightly. “I missed it.”
“Me too.” Jack concentrated on Ianto's stare. Now was not a good time to kiss him, no matter how much he wanted to. He shut the feeling away, storing it at the bak of his mind with a mental note to kiss him later. “Feeling any better yet?”
“A little less sick.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
David leaned over the table, his mouth aghast.
“Say something.”
“I think you've gone crazy.” He said. “You've lost the plot. You need sectioning under the metal health act.”
“You have to believe me!”
“You just told me that Uncle Ianto has popped back into the world of the living, just like that, and you expect me jut to accept it without questioning your sanity?”
“It's true!”
“He's dead Mica!” David took his sisters hand and talked slowly. “You went to his funeral. Remember?”
“I know that, but--”
“Get over it. He's been dead for thirteen years, fourteen next month.”
“I know.”
“People don't just wake up,” he said, “not unless you're Jack.”
“You said you would believe me.”
“Yeah, but that was before you turned on the crazy machine!” He leaned across the table and looked at her eyes carefully. He studied them. “Are you on drugs?”
“No.” She pushed her empty cup to one side. “We got him back, David.”
“Impossible.”
She smiled. “No it's not.”
“Okay.” David sighed. “So lets just say for arguments sake, that I close that part of my mind that tells me that you've opened a packet of crazy and snorted the contents... How?”
“It's complicated. You wouldn't understand.”
“I'm not thick!” He said. “You're going to have to convince me that you're not delusional.”
“I know, but--”
“If you don't tell me, I swear I'm ringing mam right now and dobbin' you in.” He took his phone out.
“Stop being childish.” She took the phone away. “Fine.” Mica leaned in close and whispered a word into her brothers' ear. “Torchwood.”
“You mad bitch.” He looked at her carefully, reading her eyes. “You're serious?”
“Yeah.”
“So.” David moved a little loser and lowered his voice. “He's really alive?”
“Yes!”
“Really?!?”
“Yes!”
He paused for a moment and looked around before focussing on her. “And you're sure?”
“Of course I'm sure!”
“And you're not shitting me about?”
“No.” She smiled. “He's recovering right now. He's with Uncle Jack.”
“Where?”
“A little cottage out in the sticks.”
David picked up his coat and stood up then yanked Mica to her feet. “Show me.”
“Fine!” she allowed herself be pushed out the door. “But first we need to make a little detour.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack helped Ianto into the living room and sat him down at the table. It had taken some time; Ianto's legs weren't used to standing and, for a while, it was almost as though his feet had forgotten how to manoeuvre whilst walking. It had felt more like carrying him than supporting him, but they managed.
Ianto looked around, squinting at the new light. He put his arm across his face to shield his eyes. “Bright!”
Jack closed the blinds. “Sorry.”
Ianto blinked away the headache and managed to refocus his eyes. “Where is this place?”
“My secret hideaway.” Jack sat opposite him. “I've had it for years.”
“You never brought me here before.”
Jack sighed. “I never got the chance.”
“It looks clean anyway.”
“Mica worked her domestic magic,” Jack admitted, “it was a mess when we got here. I'm not so good at looking after property. I have no idea what could be lurking in the grass.”
“The Décor leaves much to be desired, but I like it a lot more than the bedroom.”
“Shabby chique.”
“Less chique, more shabby.” Ianto smiled.
“I'll go run our bath.” Jack stood up and pressed a chaste kiss to Ianto's lips. “I think Mica picked up some bubble bath.”
Ianto watched Jack walk through the kitchen, smiling as he tilted his head to look at his backside; it hadn't changed, it still reembled two puppies fighting under a blanket. He stood up on shaky legs and held onto the table to keep him upright.
“Lavender or Peach?” Jack shouted from the bathroom. “Ooh! Never mind, I found Blueberry!”
Ianto laughed and steadied himself, then grabbed the kitchen bench as he stumbled over to it.
“You had better not be going anywhere!” Jack shouted. “Don't make me come in there and find you on the floor bleeding!”
Ianto heard the high pitched screech of the old pipes and a clunk of the boiler as Jack turned on the taps in the bathroom. He used the benches to help him walk across the kitchen, and fought with his buckling knees to keep upright; finally, he made it to the window, and looked out.
PART 22 HERE