It is Not About the Money...It is About the Payback (6/?)
Title: It is Not About the Money...It is About the Payback
Author: Kiraclara
Prompt Italian Job (2004)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: There are no spoilers for Torchwood or Doctor Who. In addition, everyone is mortal.
Disclaimer: The characters from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the plot from of Italian Job do not belong to me. I am merely borrowing them. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the comments and alerts. If everything goes to plan, I should have this done by next week.
Summary: It was a simple job to get them rich. When one of their own betrays them killing a dear friend in the process, Jack Harkness wants to get payback. His plan: to steal back what was stolen from them.
Chapter 6 Ianto
One year later- Cardiff, Wales
In darken room; a drill starts up by making a hole in a safe. A man with blue eyes and black hair was the only one in the room. His only light is the flashlight pen behind his ear. He is very engrossed in what he is doing. After the drill has made its way into the safe, he takes a long thick wire with a camera attached and puts it into the hole. The camera shows a small container within the safe filled with wires. Sending a hook in, he grabs a red wire pulling it out of the safe then cuts it. As he begins to open the safe, the lights come on.
“Do you always work in the dark?” A male officer, Stan, asks. The man looks up. “It makes me feel like I alone.” The officer laughs. “Not bad. Not bad at all Ianto.” A female officer, Gwen, enters.
“Damn, Alex couldn’t even crack that safe.” Stan, starts taking pictures.
“Neither could Gareth.” Ianto smiles.
“Now you know who to call first.” Gwen shakes her head.
“Your expensive, Ianto. Those guys cut us a break on subpoena jobs. Good will, you know. Community service.” Ianto shakes his head.
“I do it for the money, Gwen. I’ll be sending you the bill.” As he heads down the stairs of the house, Gwen yells out.
“Don’t you want to see what’s inside?” Ianto yells back.
“I never look inside. Have a good day.”
Ianto speeds down the Cardiff streets in a red Mini Cooper cutting in and out of traffic getting the last street parking spot previously occupied by a motorcycle that just drove off. He enters his shop tossing the keys to his fellow friend and technician, Toshiko. “How long to crack it?” she asks. He smiles.
“Four minutes and forty-three seconds.” She laughs.
“That’s a new record.” He nods. “What’s on the line-up for today?”
“Tom Milligan called. He has a prototype combination lock he wants you to test out. He says he added two false contacts points on the tumbler.” Ianto and Toshiko giggle and Ianto cracks a small smile.
“I’ll pretend to be stumped for a couple second, give him a thrill.” Ianto says as he heads towards his office, but the word that come out of Toshiko’s mouth stop him in his tracks and the smile falls off his face. “And there’s a Jack Harkness in you offices. He says you two know each other.” Ianto proceeds into his office.
Jack is playing with a lock when Ianto enters the room. “Jack Harkness.” Ianto says with sarcasm. Jack turns and gives Ianto a huge smile. “Hey Ianto.” Ianto heads to his workstation to check his equipment.
“Didn’t I tell you I never wanted to see you again? I think it was when you told me how my father died, right in front of your eyes, after you pulled him in for one last job.” Jack’s smiles falls off his face turning serious as he heads to Ianto’s desk.
“We found him, Ianto.” That stops Ianto. Jack continued speaking.
“He’s in Los Angles. The gold he stole from us had a ballerina stamped on them. I just got word from a contact of mine called Pete, that a gold dealer in L.A has been buying those bricks.” Ianto looks Jack in the eye.
“Yeah? Well, how do you know it’s him?” Jack pulls a photo from his jeans of John and hand it to Ianto.
“Pete sent me this.” Ianto stares at the photo looking at his father’s killer. “Why are you telling me all this?”
“Been checking out the database behind safe companies. Found out John had a Worthington 3000 delivered to his home office. You don’t install something like that unless you have something valuable to guard.” Ianto agreed yet he didn‘t voice his opinion.
“The problem is I have no one in my group who can get into that safe. And I need somebody I can trust.” Ianto glares at Jack. “I’m a professional safe and vault technician. I am not a thief.”
“Hey it’s not about the gold okay. The Doctor was like a father to me, too.” Jack sighs. Ianto glares at Jack. He was my father.
“Look I’m sorry alright?” I can’t move on until I set things right.” Ianto hands Jack the photo back and turn his back to Jack.
“I’ve moved on, Jack.” Jack takes the photo back, after a few seconds he leaves. Ianto takes a deep breathe then looks over his shoulder when the door shuts. His shoulders slump.
Work is over and Ianto heads back to his flat. His living room is dark with only a few lamps on. He can’t stop thinking about what Jack said to his today. He mind wandered over to the small coffee table. Upon it was a watch he had received from his father. Ianto was furious. He was angry at Jack, and he was angry at this John Hart. However, he was the angriest with his father. Looking over at his bookshelf, Ianto stared at the photos at that filled it. There was many of him and his father, but there were none of him and his father together. Ianto picked up the watch off the table just letting it sit in his hand. The anger started to melt away as he thought about the relationship he would never get to have with him. He would never get to have that one photo with both of them in it. Staring at the watch, Ianto grabbed his cell phone next to him.
Sweat was beating down their face as Jack and Owen played basketball. A ring is heard through the air, which stops Jack. Owen starts complaining, so Jack shots the ball, getting it in the basket. He then heads over to his cell. “Hello?”
“I want to see the look on that man’s face when his gold is gone. He took my father from me; I’m taking this.” Ianto hangs up. Jack is in shock for a moment until he processes what Ianto said through his head and smiles heading back to finish his game with Owen. “He’s in.” Owen is dribbling the ball. “That’s a good thing?” He ask passing the ball back to Jack. “That’s a very good thing. We need his skills.” Owen is still unsure. “I’m not sure having a civilian on the team is a good idea.” Jack continues defending Ianto. “He’s got the skill and motivation.”
“Exactly. He’s emotional. You know what happens when emotions get involve.” Jack passes the ball back to Owen. “Don’t kid yourself, Owen. We’re all emotional.” Owen just shakes his head and they continue playing.
A few days pass. Ianto and Jack meet up driving down in Ianto’s mini cooper towards a shipping yard. “That’s was quick.” Ianto looks around. There was no one around except the shipping containers.
“Where are they?” Ianto asked Jack.
“I didn’t expect us to get here that fast, so we’re early.” Jack replied. Minutes later a motorcycle appeared. “That’s Andy. My computer genius." Jack and Ianto watch as Andy approaches, the motorcycle stopping and going inch by inch. "You know he’s the one who really created Napster. At least, that’s how he tells it. Said the other guy was his roommate in college and stole his idea. However, I think it’s the first time riding that bike.” Andy stops the bike getting off and taking off his helmet trying to play it cool. However as soon as he walks away from the bike, it falls over. Ianto has to cover his mouth to cover up his laugh. As Andy joins them, they notice a car park up.
“That’s Mickey ‘Left Ear’ Smith. Demolition and explosives expert. When he was ten, he put too many M-80’s in the toilet bowl. Loss the hearing in his right ear. He’s been blowing stuff up every since.” Minutes pass and the last of their group joins them as another car pulls up behind Jack.
“That’s Owen Harper. Premier wheelman. During his travels to the America, he drove all the way to L.A just so he could set the record for the longest freeway chase. He got a lot of letters from his jail cell from women who saw him on the news.”
Ianto turns to Jack. “And you? I never heard how you got your start.”
Jack grins. “Me? Well, I’ve been a thief since I had baby teeth.” The men gather around.
“Guys. Meet Ianto Jones.” Greetings were passed along. Then they are down to business.
“Mickey, phones?”
“Yeah fresh and clean. I’ve put internal chips so change then twice a day. We will get heat. Owen has made fresh IDs for everyone.” Owen hands out the ids to everyone, and they inspect them to make sure their good.
“James Hymen. Come one guys. One time give me a cool name.” Andy complained.
“140 lbs? Try 165.” Mickey interjected. Owen retorted. “Try lifting some weights.”
“Come on now. We have to get packed. We leave tomorrow, got it? Everything already set up for when we get there.” The men nodded then head to their respective vehicles. Before Jack can get it the car, Andy speaks up. “Hey Jack?” Jack looks over at Andy then down at the motorcycle. He sighs.
“Hey Owen. Go help Andy with the bike.” Mickey laughs.
“Yeah. Help Kevil set up for his next jump.”
Author: Kiraclara
Prompt Italian Job (2004)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: There are no spoilers for Torchwood or Doctor Who. In addition, everyone is mortal.
Disclaimer: The characters from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the plot from of Italian Job do not belong to me. I am merely borrowing them. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the comments and alerts. If everything goes to plan, I should have this done by next week.
Summary: It was a simple job to get them rich. When one of their own betrays them killing a dear friend in the process, Jack Harkness wants to get payback. His plan: to steal back what was stolen from them.
Chapter 6 Ianto
One year later- Cardiff, Wales
In darken room; a drill starts up by making a hole in a safe. A man with blue eyes and black hair was the only one in the room. His only light is the flashlight pen behind his ear. He is very engrossed in what he is doing. After the drill has made its way into the safe, he takes a long thick wire with a camera attached and puts it into the hole. The camera shows a small container within the safe filled with wires. Sending a hook in, he grabs a red wire pulling it out of the safe then cuts it. As he begins to open the safe, the lights come on.
“Do you always work in the dark?” A male officer, Stan, asks. The man looks up. “It makes me feel like I alone.” The officer laughs. “Not bad. Not bad at all Ianto.” A female officer, Gwen, enters.
“Damn, Alex couldn’t even crack that safe.” Stan, starts taking pictures.
“Neither could Gareth.” Ianto smiles.
“Now you know who to call first.” Gwen shakes her head.
“Your expensive, Ianto. Those guys cut us a break on subpoena jobs. Good will, you know. Community service.” Ianto shakes his head.
“I do it for the money, Gwen. I’ll be sending you the bill.” As he heads down the stairs of the house, Gwen yells out.
“Don’t you want to see what’s inside?” Ianto yells back.
“I never look inside. Have a good day.”
Ianto speeds down the Cardiff streets in a red Mini Cooper cutting in and out of traffic getting the last street parking spot previously occupied by a motorcycle that just drove off. He enters his shop tossing the keys to his fellow friend and technician, Toshiko. “How long to crack it?” she asks. He smiles.
“Four minutes and forty-three seconds.” She laughs.
“That’s a new record.” He nods. “What’s on the line-up for today?”
“Tom Milligan called. He has a prototype combination lock he wants you to test out. He says he added two false contacts points on the tumbler.” Ianto and Toshiko giggle and Ianto cracks a small smile.
“I’ll pretend to be stumped for a couple second, give him a thrill.” Ianto says as he heads towards his office, but the word that come out of Toshiko’s mouth stop him in his tracks and the smile falls off his face. “And there’s a Jack Harkness in you offices. He says you two know each other.” Ianto proceeds into his office.
Jack is playing with a lock when Ianto enters the room. “Jack Harkness.” Ianto says with sarcasm. Jack turns and gives Ianto a huge smile. “Hey Ianto.” Ianto heads to his workstation to check his equipment.
“Didn’t I tell you I never wanted to see you again? I think it was when you told me how my father died, right in front of your eyes, after you pulled him in for one last job.” Jack’s smiles falls off his face turning serious as he heads to Ianto’s desk.
“We found him, Ianto.” That stops Ianto. Jack continued speaking.
“He’s in Los Angles. The gold he stole from us had a ballerina stamped on them. I just got word from a contact of mine called Pete, that a gold dealer in L.A has been buying those bricks.” Ianto looks Jack in the eye.
“Yeah? Well, how do you know it’s him?” Jack pulls a photo from his jeans of John and hand it to Ianto.
“Pete sent me this.” Ianto stares at the photo looking at his father’s killer. “Why are you telling me all this?”
“Been checking out the database behind safe companies. Found out John had a Worthington 3000 delivered to his home office. You don’t install something like that unless you have something valuable to guard.” Ianto agreed yet he didn‘t voice his opinion.
“The problem is I have no one in my group who can get into that safe. And I need somebody I can trust.” Ianto glares at Jack. “I’m a professional safe and vault technician. I am not a thief.”
“Hey it’s not about the gold okay. The Doctor was like a father to me, too.” Jack sighs. Ianto glares at Jack. He was my father.
“Look I’m sorry alright?” I can’t move on until I set things right.” Ianto hands Jack the photo back and turn his back to Jack.
“I’ve moved on, Jack.” Jack takes the photo back, after a few seconds he leaves. Ianto takes a deep breathe then looks over his shoulder when the door shuts. His shoulders slump.
Work is over and Ianto heads back to his flat. His living room is dark with only a few lamps on. He can’t stop thinking about what Jack said to his today. He mind wandered over to the small coffee table. Upon it was a watch he had received from his father. Ianto was furious. He was angry at Jack, and he was angry at this John Hart. However, he was the angriest with his father. Looking over at his bookshelf, Ianto stared at the photos at that filled it. There was many of him and his father, but there were none of him and his father together. Ianto picked up the watch off the table just letting it sit in his hand. The anger started to melt away as he thought about the relationship he would never get to have with him. He would never get to have that one photo with both of them in it. Staring at the watch, Ianto grabbed his cell phone next to him.
Sweat was beating down their face as Jack and Owen played basketball. A ring is heard through the air, which stops Jack. Owen starts complaining, so Jack shots the ball, getting it in the basket. He then heads over to his cell. “Hello?”
“I want to see the look on that man’s face when his gold is gone. He took my father from me; I’m taking this.” Ianto hangs up. Jack is in shock for a moment until he processes what Ianto said through his head and smiles heading back to finish his game with Owen. “He’s in.” Owen is dribbling the ball. “That’s a good thing?” He ask passing the ball back to Jack. “That’s a very good thing. We need his skills.” Owen is still unsure. “I’m not sure having a civilian on the team is a good idea.” Jack continues defending Ianto. “He’s got the skill and motivation.”
“Exactly. He’s emotional. You know what happens when emotions get involve.” Jack passes the ball back to Owen. “Don’t kid yourself, Owen. We’re all emotional.” Owen just shakes his head and they continue playing.
A few days pass. Ianto and Jack meet up driving down in Ianto’s mini cooper towards a shipping yard. “That’s was quick.” Ianto looks around. There was no one around except the shipping containers.
“Where are they?” Ianto asked Jack.
“I didn’t expect us to get here that fast, so we’re early.” Jack replied. Minutes later a motorcycle appeared. “That’s Andy. My computer genius." Jack and Ianto watch as Andy approaches, the motorcycle stopping and going inch by inch. "You know he’s the one who really created Napster. At least, that’s how he tells it. Said the other guy was his roommate in college and stole his idea. However, I think it’s the first time riding that bike.” Andy stops the bike getting off and taking off his helmet trying to play it cool. However as soon as he walks away from the bike, it falls over. Ianto has to cover his mouth to cover up his laugh. As Andy joins them, they notice a car park up.
“That’s Mickey ‘Left Ear’ Smith. Demolition and explosives expert. When he was ten, he put too many M-80’s in the toilet bowl. Loss the hearing in his right ear. He’s been blowing stuff up every since.” Minutes pass and the last of their group joins them as another car pulls up behind Jack.
“That’s Owen Harper. Premier wheelman. During his travels to the America, he drove all the way to L.A just so he could set the record for the longest freeway chase. He got a lot of letters from his jail cell from women who saw him on the news.”
Ianto turns to Jack. “And you? I never heard how you got your start.”
Jack grins. “Me? Well, I’ve been a thief since I had baby teeth.” The men gather around.
“Guys. Meet Ianto Jones.” Greetings were passed along. Then they are down to business.
“Mickey, phones?”
“Yeah fresh and clean. I’ve put internal chips so change then twice a day. We will get heat. Owen has made fresh IDs for everyone.” Owen hands out the ids to everyone, and they inspect them to make sure their good.
“James Hymen. Come one guys. One time give me a cool name.” Andy complained.
“140 lbs? Try 165.” Mickey interjected. Owen retorted. “Try lifting some weights.”
“Come on now. We have to get packed. We leave tomorrow, got it? Everything already set up for when we get there.” The men nodded then head to their respective vehicles. Before Jack can get it the car, Andy speaks up. “Hey Jack?” Jack looks over at Andy then down at the motorcycle. He sighs.
“Hey Owen. Go help Andy with the bike.” Mickey laughs.
“Yeah. Help Kevil set up for his next jump.”