Jack’s and Ianto’s Private Archives - Season 2 -18/28 part 3 - 06/08
Title: Jack’s and Ianto’s Private Archives - Season 2 -18/28
Fandom: Torchwood
Part 3: A Matter of Trust 06/08
POV: from Jack’s point of view.
Characters/pairings: Jack/Ianto and Owen.
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Back at the Hub, Jack and Ianto are finally talking. (This part, is related with the last three chapters of my Doctor Who fic: A Matter of Trust)
Disclaimer: The usual, I don’t own what you’ll be able to recognize, the rest is all mine.
Beta: czarina_kitty
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“Sylphide, how are you doing?”
“Jack. I can’t believe it. What’s the matter?”
“Ianto Jones,” Jack said as his only response.
The Captain had waited until Ianto went down into Jack’s room to have a shower and change clothes, then he called the forty-third century medic the rift had spat out in the early seventies. At the time, and with Ianto’s grandparents’ help, Jack managed to save her from Torchwood. Jack knew her peoples’ history, they were good people and, as he’d done for a lot of other aliens, he helped her to find a place on Earth and build a new life. At the time Marion’s family had been very helpful.
“Ianto? Marion’s son? Oh Lord, don’t tell me that kid is still alive.”
"Yeah... What would be the problem with that?”
“’Cause, it can’t be, Jack. That would be too awful. That kid’s a level 5 empath.”
“Level 5? No, that’s impossible, I know what level 5 means, Sylphide, you must be mistaken,” Jack replied horrified. He could never forget the children from Acaba and what they had been through. Ianto couldn’t be like them and survive here on Earth by himself.
“Where is that boy Jack? Where is this poor kid?” Sylphide asked, clearly on the verge of tears.
“Uh... Currently… taking a shower...”Jack replied, still trying to put things together.
“It’s impossible. That guy can’t be Marion’s son no matter what he pretends, Jack. Assuming he is still alive, Ianto can only be held under isolation in a small white room. This world is in no way bearable for a true empath. It would turn any level 3 empath crazy.”
“You should come around. We might be able to put this together. Among other things, I’d like to know how Marion’s son ended up being empathic. What happened, Syphide?”
“Marion tried to kill herself; she had lost too much blood when I found her. She would never have made it to the hospital. I transfused her with my own blood. I didn’t know she was pregnant,” Sylphide explained. “After that, I only saw her when she came to ask me for help in London. Ianto was already 4 years old. A nice kid, brilliant... I'm coming, Jack. I’ll take the first plane. But, I’m positive he can’t be Ianto.”
Jack was pretty perplexed and even more upset. Too worried, he went down to reassure himself about Ianto’s state. It was stupid, if Ianto had managed to survive until now, there was no reason for him to breakdown here. In the Hub even less so, when there was only Myfanwy and Jack around. Myfanwy being a reptile, and Jack being a strong telepath with strong psychic shields.
“Who were you speaking with?” Ianto asked conversationally.
“Sylphide.”
“Oh! You know her? I hope you weren’t calling with your mobile?”
“Yes. I was calling from my office, why?”
“If I were you, I would throw that mobile of yours in the first bin I find and buy another one. That would save you more trouble.”
“Why’s that? It’s a secured line...” Jack protested, and then a doubt rose in his mind.
Ianto was watching him with that infuriating funny look.
“Where did you get it?”
“From UNIT. They gave me back my mobile after the Valliant.”
“Right.”
“# # & @ @ @.”
“Captain Harkness! Did I ever tell you you’re particularly sexy when you swear?”
“Do you know if they could identify my correspondents?”Jack cut him short, too worried.
“No, they shouldn’t, unless their own line wasn’t secure... They don’t know to whom you were sharing those confidence.”
“What about you, do you know?”
“Laeticia Jones, Martha's sister.”
“???”
“I’m a fairly light sleeper, Jack. And I've heard you call her Tish. She was aboard the Valiant ... And I remember her.”
“I beg your pardon!” Jack was dumbfounded, hardly able to articulate.
“Yes I do. Funny, isn’t it? It seems this second retconning that induced rather perverse side effects,“ Ianto commented in a delusional tone.
“It can’t be, Ianto. This is just impossible!”
“I do remember, Jack. I remember... When I woke up at home, I thought I’d had a nightmare. I only had vague memories, very confusing... But now I remember, I remember clearly. The Toclafane, the Resistance, Owen and Gwen lying in their own blood, Rhys joining us, Tosh and him executed in front of us on board the Valiant, the Master and you, Jack.”
“So you do remember,” Jack whispered, tears in his eyes.
“Yes, I do.” Ianto replied coming to place a kiss on his lips.
“Ianto,” Jack feebly protested.
“Shutttt,” Ianto insisted.
Jack couldn’t resist any longer, his lips answered Ianto’s. He concentrated on pushing away the painful memories and let them go to succumb to the young man’s desire and, of course, his own.
It didn’t take long before they both ended up completely naked on the bed. Ianto didn’t seem to really blame him, or he had a very strange way of showing it. Once again, Jack braced himself out of pleasure while Ianto's mouth was deliciously delivering a sweet punishment...
“Whooo” Jack growled. This had a surprising effect; so little that something had to be otherwise with Ianto...
“Uh ...? What the problem?”Jack asked when Ianto stopped to look up at him dubiously.
“As you seem to know, being empathic is really bad. But there are some compensations...” the young man explained with a mischievous grin.
“Right. Of course. I think I know what you mean,” Jack said realizing what his lover was asking for. He dropped his psychic shields so as to be able to share with Ianto the pleasure he was giving him. “Better, like this?”
“# # & @ @ @.” Ianto replied, jumping on his lover, his own desire multiplied by Jack’s.
They made love with a renewed passion and fell asleep in each other’s arms...
Until the cog door alarm awaked them.
“Grrr...” Ianto growled.
“Owen. He's bored,” commented Jack.
“Can’t he be bored somewhere else...?”
“Incidentally, he was really worried about you.”
“I know.”
“Can you still feel him?” Jack asked anxiously.
“Yep. And it’s not pretty, Jack. It’s cold, like being anesthetized. But the psychological pain... it’s still there, more present than ever, and nothing to distract him: no more sex, no more alcohol.”
“And what about you? How do you deal with it?”
“I’m trained and I know how to protect myself... to some extent, at least...” he said while heading towards the shower. “That's why I asked you to do it, Jack. Back on the Valliant... I couldn’t take it any longer, and I didn’t want him to use me against you,” he added, looking at Jack with tenderness. And then he was gone into the shower leaving Jack alone with the awful memory.
Ianto had to really remember because there was really no one else, not even Tish, who knew that part. From all the survivors, Jack had just wanted to stop the Master from playing with his lover...
He didn’t follow Ianto. He needed to put himself back together. He didn’t want to put Ianto’s defences to a greater test than necessary; they were already sufficiently strained by those who didn’t know how to block their feelings behind psychic shields, like Owen or Gwen.
Jack waited until Ianto had finished before going into the shower. When he came out, Ianto had left the room.
“It's nice of you, Owen, but I can assure you, I’m fine,” Ianto was saying when Jack arrived in the main area.
“I can confirm that,” Jack commented mischievously.
“Coffee sir?” Ianto greeted him.
“Coffee,” Jack replied, taking the cup Ianto was already handing him. “But even so, I want you to run a full check up on this young man, and I insist on the full, Owen.”
“Jack,” Ianto began to protest.
“I thought you wanted to know what was wrong with you?” Jack cut him short.
“I can tell you a check up, even a full one, won’t teach you anything,” Ianto retorted.
“Owen, I want a deep and detailed scan of the extraordinary brain of this young man. And redirect all your data to Mainframe. Meanwhile, you're going to analyse a DNA sample I'm going to give you. I want you to compare it to the DNA of an expected guest,” Jack added to Owen.
The surgeon seemed delighted to have something to do to occupy his death...
First chapter of the Archives season one here on LJ and Master list of both seasons here
To be continued...