Tangerine: Chapter 10
Title: Tangerine
Chapter: Ten
Words: 1,053
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OCs
Pairings: Ianto/OMC, Jack/Gwen, Eventual!Jack/Ianto
Summary: AU. After Suzy dies again, Jack doesn't go to speak with Ianto.
Rating: M
Warnings: language; sex; violence
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 9
Author's Note: I'm on vacation this week in the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina and the resort doesn't have WIFI so postings are going to come slowly.
Ianto returned home that evening with a heavy heart. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed to turn away Jack. Despite knowing it was the right thing to do, it still hurt, especially when he saw the expression on Jack's face while he told him to stop. Jack's embrace felt so loving and natural that Ianto wanted to forget everything and melt into his arms. He had hoped the feeling would dissipate throughout the day but Ianto could not shake the feeling that Jack actually felt something for him. Luckily Owen kept Jack occupied all day with his testing because Ianto knew that had Jack approached him again, he would have easily given in.
Even though they were not much, Ianto had to take over Gwen's duties which only added to his already over packed workload making his day much longer. Just as he was wondering if he should call Simon, Ianto noticed the boy sitting outside his flat. He was hunkered down with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head covered with a hoodie. Ianto ran over to him and gasped when he saw his battered, tear-stained face.
"He's d-dead," Simon stammered out with a sob.
"Who's dead?"
"Dafyd. We had a fight and I ran off but when I came back, he was in my flat just . . . lying there. Ianto, the blood . . . it was everywhere."
Ianto wrapped his arms around the young man and whispered, "Come inside, I can help you."
After calming Simon down and finding out everything that happened, Ianto pulled him in close and started going over what he need to do. Since the police were probably already all over the scene, a clean-up was out of the question. He would have to erase the CCTV footage of Simon leaving the flat, which would be no problem. For a pimp like Dafyd there would certainly be no massive manhunt for Simon making Ianto figure whipping up a new identity for the boy would be best.
Tearfully, Simon looked up at Ianto with his large green eyes and spoke in a soft voice, "I'm so sorry you're involved with this. I just didn't have anywhere else to go."
Ianto squeezed his shoulders reassuringly, "Don't apologize; you did the right thing. I'll take care of you no matter what."
Just as Ianto finished speaking, there was a loud knock at the door followed by shouting, "Cardiff police. Ianto Jones, open up immediately!"
"Why did you call me here, Harkness?"
Jack, with his hands in his pockets, sauntered toward the silhouetted figure in the dark room.
"I think you already know why," Jack answered condescendingly. "I've just come from a crime scene with a corpse executed in your trademark style. Care to explain?"
"Oh, that," the dark figure replied with an exaggerated hiss.
"Yes, that. I thought we agreed that you could continue to live on this planet as long as you left the native populace alone. Come on, Tymran, you were doing so well."
The alien snapped his forked tongue in frustration as he clicked his tiny feet. "You Torchwood can be so hypocritical. Just yesterday you gunned down a Minnatreal that had done nothing."
Jack sighed, "Yes, that was unfortunate. One of our new agents is quite impulsive. But we're not talking about Torchwood, why did you kill Dafyd Lewis?"
"You say that so accusingly. If anything, you should be thanking me. He was a good for nothing pimp, a hoodlum, a murderer; I've done you and this city a favor," Tymran reached into his large coat and pulled out a photo, tossing it onto a nearby table, "I was hired to follow this man and when I found him in danger, I acted."
Picking up the photo, Jack was shocked to see it was of Ianto entering his flat the night before. With his anger boiling over, Jack leapt forward and grabbed the alien's collar, shouting, "Who hired you!"
Tymran laughed, showing off his pointed teeth, "Are you so thick that you haven't yet guessed? Your impulsive new agent doesn't trust her colleague."
Jack sighed and released the alien. Gwen, I should've known, Jack thought to himself.
"Ianto Jones is friends with that bastard's favorite rentboy. Both of the lads were in danger but now they are free. The prostitute is pretty enough but he looks too much like you," the creature spat out earning him a glare from Jack. He continued with a gleam in his beady eyes, "However, Jones is quite extraordinary. I normally don't take human lovers but perhaps I'll make an exception for him. He's beautiful, quick thinking-"
Before he could finish speaking, Jack grabbed the alien's neck and squeezed, "If you so much as look at Ianto again, I'll lock you up in the bowels of the Hub and let you rot."
Tymran squirmed and scratched futilely at Jack's hands until the captain finally relaxed and let him drop to the ground. The skinny creature whimpered and hissed, backing away from Jack.
"You act as if you're his lover. He is perhaps the only person in this city besides me that can move without a shadow and you treat him like a trash man. Stick with your idiot policewoman and I'll love Ianto like he deserves."
Jack sighed resignedly, "I'm letting this go for now because I know what happened to you and your family before the slavery ban, but don't test me when it comes to Ianto. I realize he's too good for me but I love him and will protect him no matter what."
The alien narrowed his eyes and stared suspiciously before finally softening, "Then you best act quickly. Miss Cooper may be dense but she is still capable of causing him trouble and she won't hesitate to put young Simon in danger as well."
Jack nodded in agreement before turning to leave, "Don't let me catch you killing humans again."
Chapter 11
Chapter: Ten
Words: 1,053
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OCs
Pairings: Ianto/OMC, Jack/Gwen, Eventual!Jack/Ianto
Summary: AU. After Suzy dies again, Jack doesn't go to speak with Ianto.
Rating: M
Warnings: language; sex; violence
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 9
Author's Note: I'm on vacation this week in the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina and the resort doesn't have WIFI so postings are going to come slowly.
Ianto returned home that evening with a heavy heart. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed to turn away Jack. Despite knowing it was the right thing to do, it still hurt, especially when he saw the expression on Jack's face while he told him to stop. Jack's embrace felt so loving and natural that Ianto wanted to forget everything and melt into his arms. He had hoped the feeling would dissipate throughout the day but Ianto could not shake the feeling that Jack actually felt something for him. Luckily Owen kept Jack occupied all day with his testing because Ianto knew that had Jack approached him again, he would have easily given in.
Even though they were not much, Ianto had to take over Gwen's duties which only added to his already over packed workload making his day much longer. Just as he was wondering if he should call Simon, Ianto noticed the boy sitting outside his flat. He was hunkered down with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head covered with a hoodie. Ianto ran over to him and gasped when he saw his battered, tear-stained face.
"He's d-dead," Simon stammered out with a sob.
"Who's dead?"
"Dafyd. We had a fight and I ran off but when I came back, he was in my flat just . . . lying there. Ianto, the blood . . . it was everywhere."
Ianto wrapped his arms around the young man and whispered, "Come inside, I can help you."
After calming Simon down and finding out everything that happened, Ianto pulled him in close and started going over what he need to do. Since the police were probably already all over the scene, a clean-up was out of the question. He would have to erase the CCTV footage of Simon leaving the flat, which would be no problem. For a pimp like Dafyd there would certainly be no massive manhunt for Simon making Ianto figure whipping up a new identity for the boy would be best.
Tearfully, Simon looked up at Ianto with his large green eyes and spoke in a soft voice, "I'm so sorry you're involved with this. I just didn't have anywhere else to go."
Ianto squeezed his shoulders reassuringly, "Don't apologize; you did the right thing. I'll take care of you no matter what."
Just as Ianto finished speaking, there was a loud knock at the door followed by shouting, "Cardiff police. Ianto Jones, open up immediately!"
"Why did you call me here, Harkness?"
Jack, with his hands in his pockets, sauntered toward the silhouetted figure in the dark room.
"I think you already know why," Jack answered condescendingly. "I've just come from a crime scene with a corpse executed in your trademark style. Care to explain?"
"Oh, that," the dark figure replied with an exaggerated hiss.
"Yes, that. I thought we agreed that you could continue to live on this planet as long as you left the native populace alone. Come on, Tymran, you were doing so well."
The alien snapped his forked tongue in frustration as he clicked his tiny feet. "You Torchwood can be so hypocritical. Just yesterday you gunned down a Minnatreal that had done nothing."
Jack sighed, "Yes, that was unfortunate. One of our new agents is quite impulsive. But we're not talking about Torchwood, why did you kill Dafyd Lewis?"
"You say that so accusingly. If anything, you should be thanking me. He was a good for nothing pimp, a hoodlum, a murderer; I've done you and this city a favor," Tymran reached into his large coat and pulled out a photo, tossing it onto a nearby table, "I was hired to follow this man and when I found him in danger, I acted."
Picking up the photo, Jack was shocked to see it was of Ianto entering his flat the night before. With his anger boiling over, Jack leapt forward and grabbed the alien's collar, shouting, "Who hired you!"
Tymran laughed, showing off his pointed teeth, "Are you so thick that you haven't yet guessed? Your impulsive new agent doesn't trust her colleague."
Jack sighed and released the alien. Gwen, I should've known, Jack thought to himself.
"Ianto Jones is friends with that bastard's favorite rentboy. Both of the lads were in danger but now they are free. The prostitute is pretty enough but he looks too much like you," the creature spat out earning him a glare from Jack. He continued with a gleam in his beady eyes, "However, Jones is quite extraordinary. I normally don't take human lovers but perhaps I'll make an exception for him. He's beautiful, quick thinking-"
Before he could finish speaking, Jack grabbed the alien's neck and squeezed, "If you so much as look at Ianto again, I'll lock you up in the bowels of the Hub and let you rot."
Tymran squirmed and scratched futilely at Jack's hands until the captain finally relaxed and let him drop to the ground. The skinny creature whimpered and hissed, backing away from Jack.
"You act as if you're his lover. He is perhaps the only person in this city besides me that can move without a shadow and you treat him like a trash man. Stick with your idiot policewoman and I'll love Ianto like he deserves."
Jack sighed resignedly, "I'm letting this go for now because I know what happened to you and your family before the slavery ban, but don't test me when it comes to Ianto. I realize he's too good for me but I love him and will protect him no matter what."
The alien narrowed his eyes and stared suspiciously before finally softening, "Then you best act quickly. Miss Cooper may be dense but she is still capable of causing him trouble and she won't hesitate to put young Simon in danger as well."
Jack nodded in agreement before turning to leave, "Don't let me catch you killing humans again."
Chapter 11