Just Like A Jones 23/30
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 23/30
Rating: NC-17 for 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.
Here we go... a day late due to pain!pain!pain (my face is bruised and lookes like a bruised apple and my back feels like I have someone trying to rip my spine out every time i move, not to mention the tiny little alien inside my brain trying to break out with an eletric drill) But I i promised didn't i? and i always kee my promises - world domination will ome come day lol BWAHA HAHA HAHA .... HA
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 and Ianto sat on the sofa together, staring at the flickering television as Jack skipped channels. It felt like a long lost lazy weekend, something that they had never got around to sharing; neither were even dressed. Their wet hair stuck up on end and their dressing gowns, mismatched and tatty from age, were the only things that lay between their underwear and the slightly rough texture of the sofa. It reminded Ianto of his teenage years.
“Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.” Jack flicked through the channels. “Another repeat.”
“Jack.” Ianto took the remote away. “You do realise that I have seen none of these shows. Dead, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around Ianto. “Forgot about that.”
Ianto pulled the dressing gown around himself a little more as he settled in against Jack's shoulder. “I have thirteen years of television to catch up on.”
“I'm sure that there are better things we could be doing with our time other than watching television.” Jack leaned down and kissed Ianto's neck.
“I really want to know what happened in Ugly Betty.”
“Her name was Betty.” He kissed Ianto's lips. “She was ugly.”
Ianto smiled a little as Jack's lips got closer again and he moved away just a little. “You've never even watched it, have you?”
“Never.” He kissed him. “By the way, I am loving this look.” Jack nudged Ianto until he was lying down and hovered above him. He pulled his dressing gown a little and kissed the bare skin that showed between the fabric. “It reminds me of the time that Gwen had to lock herself up in the Hub and I was forced to seek refuge at your place.” He kissed the hollow of his neck. "Fantastic day that was."
“Forced?” Ianto smiled and pushed Jack away. “I don't remember ever forcing you into anything.”
“You made popcorn and we watched--” Jack tried to think. “What was that God-awful movie?”
“Shark attack 3.” Ianto gripped a istful of material and pulled him down, then kissed him. “I picked it especially,” he admitted, “we never make it through a film all the way without losing track. I didn't want to miss a perfectly good film.”
“Ulterior motive." Jack smiled wickedly. "I like it.”
“Your ulterior motive, I just played along with it.”
Jack untied Ianto's dressing gown fully and pulled it open, then smiled. He settled himself between Ianto's legs and kissed Ianto's neck. “There's been thirteen years of crappy movies for us to miss,” Jack whispered, “I can't wait to miss them with you.”
“We could try actually watching a film all the way through,” Ianto said, “It's a novel idea, but I hear people have been doing it for years.”
“Nah.” Jack moved his lips away from Ianto's neck and planted a trail of kisses up his jawline, finally resting on Ianto's lips. “Since when did we do what everyone else does?”
“Maybe we should try it sometime. Normality and all that jazz.”
“But this is a lot more fun.” He kissed him deeply, losing his fingers in the depths of his wet hair and pressed his body into Ianto's.
Ianto moaned through the kiss and wrapped his arms around him; he grabbed his arse and pulled him closer. “Jack?” Ianto managed to speak through the kiss.
“Mmm?”
He pushed him away a little. “It's half four.”
“Thank you for the update.” He mumbled as he kissed Ianto's neck. “Very informative Mr. Jones.”
“Mica said she would be back at four.”
“She can look after herself, I'm not going to worry.”
“Not what I meant.” Ianto turned his head to the side and allowed Jack to kiss the spot just below his ear. For a moment he forgot the point of stopping and puled him closer with fistfulls of hair; he arched his bak a little and gasped when he felt Jak's teeth grazing over his skin. Jack pressed his body into him, rocking his hips; Ianto could feel the smile on his lips as he devoured his neck. After a moment Ianto found his strength to resist again, “My cock is starting to press into your thigh.”
“Yes, I noticed.” Jack mumbled, smiling against his neck. “I have no problems with that whatsoever.”
“Don't you think that walking into this is going to make Mica a little uncomfortable?” Ianto said. “It's a general unwritten rule that you never see your uncle with a hard on.”
“Good point.” Jack sat up, pulling Ianto with him. “You're so sensible.”
“Plus.” Ianto turned around a little. “Twenty-four hours ago I couldn't even get out of bed. This is all just a little much.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Don't be.” Ianto took his hand and kissed it. “It's just a little strange, that's all. I'm not used to it yet and--”
“I get it,” he said, “really. Don't worry about it, we have plenty of time.” Jack stood up and kissed Ianto's lips softly. “I'm going to go and get dressed. You may have an excuse to sit here in your underwear all day, but I really don't.”
With that, Jack disappeared into the bedroom only to return a moment later carrying a cardboard box. “I almost forgot.” He put the box on the table. “I have a present for you.”
“What's that?” Ianto stood up and Jack rushed over to steady him.
“Thirteen years of history.” He helped Ianto over to the table. “Newspapers. Just the important stuff. You really don't need to know all the messy celebrity divorce stuff just yet.”
He sat down. “Where do I start?”
Jack picked out one of the newspapers and put it down in front of him. “Start with the bad news.” He kissed his head. “Recession, depression and economic regression. After that you can move onto the slightly more upbeat stuff like Social mutiny, collapse of the national health service and global terrorism.”
“Brilliant.” He sighed heavily. “I might need a coffee to deal with this.”
"I'll just get dressed and then i'm all over it."
~~~~~*~~~~~
Mica pulled up outside the cottage and switched off the engine.
“Here it is.” She gestured to the old stone building with overgrown lawns and gate that was half-on an half-off. "Home sweet home."
"It's a shit hole."
“Obviously it needs a little fixing up, but it's all cosmetic.”
David peered out the glass. “Yeah, It's still a shit hole.”
“It is not a shit hole.” She hit him across the chest. “It's Uncle Jack's little hideaway.”
“Hideaway?” David nodded. “Yeah I can see that. Nobody in their right minds would want to come here. That must be how you ended up here.”
“Do you want to see him, or not?”
“If he exists, sure.”
“Of course he exists.” Mica opened the door and got out, then opened it again to speak to her brother. “You stay in here for a while.” She walked around to the boot and took out the shopping bags, then shut it again. She poked her head into the passenger window. “I need to soften Jack up a little first. He'll kill me if he knows that I brought you.”
“Oh. Nice!” David opened the car door and stood up. “So, this is a secret between you two is it?” he said. “I'm not family, I'm not important or anything?”
She sighed. “I didn't say that.”
"You go on like i'm a stranger, like I have no place to be here, but i'm entitled just as much as you."
"I know." She sighed. "I should have told you."
“You know you're not the only one who loved him. I was nine when he died.” David looked at the house, and then at his sister. He looked nowhere in partiular and sighed sadly shaking his head “I remember him more than you ever did; he took me to see the rugby once, i was five and he loved every minute of it; he bought me a jersey and then took me to McDonalds. I loved him too, but did you ever think to tell me? Oh of course you didn't, because you never do.”
“David--”
“Did you never think that maybe I would want to be involved too?” he sighed. “Mica, I could have helped, maybe then you wouldn't have been stupid enough to get yourself shot.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't think.”
“Yeah. That's not new though is it.” David got back in the car. “I'll just wait here shall I?”
Mica rolled her eyes and put the bag down, then opened the car door. “You don't get it.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn't make it right.”
She crouched down on the ground. “Me and Jack, we've always been similar.”
“He made you similar,” David said, “he came into our lives and you just clung to him. You turned into a mini version of him because of it. And Uncle Ianto? Well, he was your mutual obsession.”
“Uncle Ianto means a lot to me David.”
“Yeah.” he smiled a little and put on his shades as he leant back in the front seat. “And me. You should go inside. I'll wait here.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Gwen parked a little further away from the house and kept a close eye on it with a pair of binoculars.
The curtains were closed and she couldn't see much, but she could definitely make out a figure walking through the kitchen. She looked closer, adjusting the visual configuration of her digital binoculars and zoomed in. She would know him anywhere; the old fashioned red braces, the familiar swagger, the smile that looked like it could break his face in half.
She watched Mica as she left David and walked through the front door. She blinked, shook her head and then looked again. She could swear that she saw someone through the gap in the door, sitting at a table reading a newspaper. Someone familiar, someone handsome, someone that shouldn't be there. Through her binoculars, in that moment after the door opened and before it closed, just for a split second, Gwen Cooper saw a living breathing ghost.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Mica closed the door behind her and put the shopping bags down on the ground.
“I'm back!” she shouted as she turned around to hang up her coat. “The shops were absolutely packed today. It was like there was a sale on everywhere, which admittedly was good for the credit card bill but--”
She stopped talking as soon as she turned around.
“Been shopping?” Ianto said.
Mica smiled and walked over to the table where Ianto was reading. Half a cup of coffee rested on a pile that he had already skimmed, still steaming.
“You're up.”
“I thought it was about time.” He put the newspaper down. “Although had I known just what I was waking up to I might have stayed asleep. Quite the depressing read.”
“It' not all bad.” She a few feet away. “Everything always seems worse when you look back on the headlines.”
“I suppose.” Ianto stood up an steadied himself on the table for a moment, then took a few steps towards her. “Hindsight and all that.”
Mica looked at him for a moment. “I've not seen you standing up sine I was five,” she said, “you're not as tall as I remember.”
Ianto laughed a little. “Funny. You're not as short as I remember.”
She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on his chest. Ianto didn't know what to do at first, he just stood there with his arms by his side; he didn't remember the last time she hugged him. She may have never hugged him at all, at least not without a not-so-gentle push from her mother; even if she had, she was a little girl. Now she was a woman, only seven years younger than himself, with a face that was familiar but unknown. It was almost like she was a stranger, except for one thing; a feeling from somewhere inside himself he couldn't pinpoint. It was like hugging his sister or his mother; warm and loving and safe.
He wrapped his arms around her carefully, moving tentatively until they surrounded her, then pulled her a little closer.
“You smell of blueberries,” she said, her arms locked behind him.
“I took a bath.” Ianto's fingers brushed her long dark hair; it felt like Rhiannon's. “I thought it was time.”
“So that's why you don't smell of death any more?”
Jack caught Ianto's eye as he stood in the kitchen doorway and leaned on the frame, then smiled.
“Oh!” She broke the embrace and pushed herself away a little, then looked up. “Now would be a brilliant time to give you your present.”
“Present?” Ianto looked confused.
Mica walked away and picked up the bags from the floor, then put them on the table.
“I got you loads of stuff. Jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, socks, underwear, aftershave - your old favourite of course - and most importantly.” She pushed a black paper bag with rope handles across the table towards him. “Your most essential clothing requirement.”
Jack walked over to join them and Ianto looked into the bag.
“Black pinstripe three-piece, a few shirts, a couple of ties and a pair of shoes. They should fit okay, I tend to get these things right.”
Ianto looked between her and the bag. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Go and get dressed,” she said, “you can thank me later.”
“Come on.” Jack picked up the bag and helped Ianto towards the bedroom. “I'll help you.”
“And Jack?” Mica called his name, and Jack turned to face her. “I bought some more linen and curtains for you so you can make this place all nice and pretty.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“And I'll sleep in the little room tonight after I change the linen. It must be a squeeze for both of you in that little bed.”
Jack turned around and wrapped his arm around Ianto as they went into the bedroom and closed the door.
~~~~~*~~~~~
part 24 here