Who Doesn't Like Torchwood?
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Marches On
Characters: David, Kathy Swanson, Jack, Iefan, Mica Jack/Ianto, David/Emyr
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: David messes up.
Author's Note: The Sequel to But Time Didn't Stop
Previous Chapter: The Return of a Familiar Suit
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/113396.html
Someone Doesn't Like Torchwood?
Forman continued to run except with David attached so he removed that shoe and sock. The other man stepped onto a stick and tripped, falling to the ground. There was the sound of heavy boots running on the ground and the PCs were pulling the two young men apart.
"He started it!" David and Forman yelled at once. The two PCs shook their heads and the older one spoke, "I don't have time for this. I'm supposed to take my kid for violin. Bring them both in; let them take care of it."
Shit, shit, shit...this was not how things were supposed to work. Obviously, he hadn't thought this through. His mind kept reminding him how stupid he had been as they were loaded in the car, fingerprinted in the station and placed in separate holding cells.
"Shit," he spat and rubbed his face. Ianto was arrested once, but he'd been a minor. David was eighteen. This could be on his permanent record forever...that wouldn't look good when applying for teaching positions. At least they let him phone someone. He hoped his mum, dad and Emyr wouldn't be too mad, but the only person that could possibly fix this was his Uncle Jack.
David stayed near the bars and tried to ignore his cellmates. Maybe if he didn't make eye contact, they wouldn't bother him. He'd heard things about these types of situations. The young PC from the arrest walked up to him.
"David Davies?" he asked and narrowed his green eyes.
"Yep, that's me," David confirmed and the door was opened.
"Chief Constable Swanson wants an audience with you," he said in a slightly mystified way. He was led to an office with an older woman with a stern face. Her placard read: Chief Constable Kathy Swanson. She sighed before speaking, "it's bad enough I have to deal with Torchwood at all but when I have them phoning me over routine altercations that shouldn't involve them in any way...I get..."
Her words trailed off and she took a deep breath, dragging out the exhalation.
"I had both Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper phone about you. At that point, I was on the verge of prosecuting you to the fullest extent just to teach them a lesson, but then, an old friend phoned as well," she said, looking at something he couldn't see on her desk, "Andy Davidson, he transferred out of my charge awhile back, but I always liked him. He vouched for you, said you were a good kid and this must be a misunderstanding."
Her brown eyes bore into him.
"Was this just a misunderstanding?" she asked with her hands clasped.
"Yes, ma'am," he agreed and nodded.
"Then, I might be able to lose some of that paperwork and you'll be free to go," she said and rose to her feet, "but I never want to see you again under any circumstances."
David nodded again: half in shock. He was given his things and released so he stood on the pavement for his ride. They said it had been arranged already, but wouldn't tell him who. It didn't surprise him when Jack pulled up in his BMW with Iefan in the back. David sat down in the passenger seat.
"Thanks," he said after a few minutes.
"It wouldn't have worked until Gwen phoned Andy," Jack spoke, "it was all his doing."
"I'll have to send him a thank you bouquet or fruit basket," David tried to joke but it sounded hollow. He was so lucky.
"What did my mum and dad say?" he asked and wondered how bad of a scare he gave them. He was supposed to be the good kid. David had enjoyed playing that role. Mica was the one the school would always phone about.
"No, we didn't tell them. You're an adult now. They don't have to know everything and they have enough problems as it is," Jack spoke and David felt somehow worse. He wasn't a little kid anymore that could go running to mummy and daddy for everything.
"I think you should probably tell Emyr though. He's probably checked all the local hospitals," Jack suggested and David cringed. There were five missed calls on his mobile from him. He'd fucked up so much.
"Lula," Iefan said from the back.
"She will be waiting for us at home...possibly making a mess of the garden," Jack told him. The normal moment between father and son made David cringe at his actions. Why didn't he think things through? They stopped in front of his flat and David mustered the courage to get out, waving at his cousin through the window. He knew Emyr must be sitting on the couch, waiting for some sign of him. However, the door didn't open. David had to use his key and when he opened it, Emyr was glaring at him.
"Where were you?" he spat and his words chilled David to the bone.
"I fucked up," David whispered and shook.
"What? What did you do?" Emyr demanded and stood up.
"I fucked up," David repeated and tried to think how to tell him. It would be so much easier if they still used ink for the fingerprinting.
"Did you...did you shag someone else?" Emyr asked in a way that made David feel cruel beyond belief.
"No, no, I would never do that, but I ended up in a fight and got arrested..."
"What? How did you get out? What are the charges?" Emyr asked with his arms folded.
"Jack and Gwen, they called in a favor and did it," he explained, "I have no record now."
Emyr took a few steps closer and asked, "Gwen works with Jack, yeah?"
David shut the door and locked it.
"Jack recruited Gwen in the first place," David revealed and watched Emyr take everything in. His fiance appeared to want to say something, maybe a question but instead, he didn't. Emyr came over to him and put his arms around him.
"Are you hungry? I could make something," Emyr offered and David shook his head. All appetite had fled.
"No, can we just sit on the couch?" he asked and they moved to that piece of furniture.
"I know you've had a lot on your mind lately," Emyr spoke in a soft voice with his arm around him.
"About that, I've been thinking, what if we got married earlier?" David asked and Emyr shrank away from him, "What is it? I thought you wanted to marry me."
"I do, but not like this. This isn't you. You're worried about your mum and it's making you all...fuckwitty," Emyr complained, "You can't even tell Jack or Gwen to phone me or do it yourself when you were released? And I suppose you missed another class?"
"Yeah, but I can get the notes from someone. It'll be fine. It will..." he tried to say and the words refused to come at first before spurting out, "What if it's not? What if she..."
Emyr put his arms around him again as the tears started to fall.
"Let go, you need this," Emyr whispered into his ear, "and no matter what, I will always be here and you don't need a piece of paper to know I'm telling the truth. I love you no matter what you do or what happens, we're in this together."
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Mica sat in the backyard with Iefan eating ice cream. Lula whined below them before putting a paw on Iefan's chair. She barked and Iefan said, "Lula."
Then, he dumped the rest of his ice cream on the ground.
"No, Iefan!" she warned but it was too late. The puppy had eaten all of it. Maybe Jack wouldn't notice. She'd had another reason for coming over. Jack came outside with his collar undone. He seemed more relaxed.
"Have you talked to my mum?" she asked, scooping up another bite.
"About what?" he asked and she rolled her eyes, "Oh...no, I didn't think she wanted to."
"Of course, she doesn't. She never wants to talk about it. She just wants to pretend everything's fine like always, I'm just tired of it," she complained. Then, Jack pursed his lips and had that look on his face. She knew that look.
"And don't say my uncle was the same way, if that's what being a Jones is...well, it's a good thing I'm a Davies. I don't want to be that way, that's gobby," she said and shook her head.
"Yeah, you're probably right. You don't have to be that way. Iefan may be a Jones, but I hope he doesn't get that trait either," Jack spoke and Mica didn't add that Jack was the same way. It might have been one of the reasons he got on so well with Ianto and now her mum. The sound of a puppy throwing up filled the yard, but at least, he was in the grass.
One Way Ticket
Characters: David, Kathy Swanson, Jack, Iefan, Mica Jack/Ianto, David/Emyr
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: David messes up.
Author's Note: The Sequel to But Time Didn't Stop
Previous Chapter: The Return of a Familiar Suit
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/113396.html
Someone Doesn't Like Torchwood?
Forman continued to run except with David attached so he removed that shoe and sock. The other man stepped onto a stick and tripped, falling to the ground. There was the sound of heavy boots running on the ground and the PCs were pulling the two young men apart.
"He started it!" David and Forman yelled at once. The two PCs shook their heads and the older one spoke, "I don't have time for this. I'm supposed to take my kid for violin. Bring them both in; let them take care of it."
Shit, shit, shit...this was not how things were supposed to work. Obviously, he hadn't thought this through. His mind kept reminding him how stupid he had been as they were loaded in the car, fingerprinted in the station and placed in separate holding cells.
"Shit," he spat and rubbed his face. Ianto was arrested once, but he'd been a minor. David was eighteen. This could be on his permanent record forever...that wouldn't look good when applying for teaching positions. At least they let him phone someone. He hoped his mum, dad and Emyr wouldn't be too mad, but the only person that could possibly fix this was his Uncle Jack.
David stayed near the bars and tried to ignore his cellmates. Maybe if he didn't make eye contact, they wouldn't bother him. He'd heard things about these types of situations. The young PC from the arrest walked up to him.
"David Davies?" he asked and narrowed his green eyes.
"Yep, that's me," David confirmed and the door was opened.
"Chief Constable Swanson wants an audience with you," he said in a slightly mystified way. He was led to an office with an older woman with a stern face. Her placard read: Chief Constable Kathy Swanson. She sighed before speaking, "it's bad enough I have to deal with Torchwood at all but when I have them phoning me over routine altercations that shouldn't involve them in any way...I get..."
Her words trailed off and she took a deep breath, dragging out the exhalation.
"I had both Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper phone about you. At that point, I was on the verge of prosecuting you to the fullest extent just to teach them a lesson, but then, an old friend phoned as well," she said, looking at something he couldn't see on her desk, "Andy Davidson, he transferred out of my charge awhile back, but I always liked him. He vouched for you, said you were a good kid and this must be a misunderstanding."
Her brown eyes bore into him.
"Was this just a misunderstanding?" she asked with her hands clasped.
"Yes, ma'am," he agreed and nodded.
"Then, I might be able to lose some of that paperwork and you'll be free to go," she said and rose to her feet, "but I never want to see you again under any circumstances."
David nodded again: half in shock. He was given his things and released so he stood on the pavement for his ride. They said it had been arranged already, but wouldn't tell him who. It didn't surprise him when Jack pulled up in his BMW with Iefan in the back. David sat down in the passenger seat.
"Thanks," he said after a few minutes.
"It wouldn't have worked until Gwen phoned Andy," Jack spoke, "it was all his doing."
"I'll have to send him a thank you bouquet or fruit basket," David tried to joke but it sounded hollow. He was so lucky.
"What did my mum and dad say?" he asked and wondered how bad of a scare he gave them. He was supposed to be the good kid. David had enjoyed playing that role. Mica was the one the school would always phone about.
"No, we didn't tell them. You're an adult now. They don't have to know everything and they have enough problems as it is," Jack spoke and David felt somehow worse. He wasn't a little kid anymore that could go running to mummy and daddy for everything.
"I think you should probably tell Emyr though. He's probably checked all the local hospitals," Jack suggested and David cringed. There were five missed calls on his mobile from him. He'd fucked up so much.
"Lula," Iefan said from the back.
"She will be waiting for us at home...possibly making a mess of the garden," Jack told him. The normal moment between father and son made David cringe at his actions. Why didn't he think things through? They stopped in front of his flat and David mustered the courage to get out, waving at his cousin through the window. He knew Emyr must be sitting on the couch, waiting for some sign of him. However, the door didn't open. David had to use his key and when he opened it, Emyr was glaring at him.
"Where were you?" he spat and his words chilled David to the bone.
"I fucked up," David whispered and shook.
"What? What did you do?" Emyr demanded and stood up.
"I fucked up," David repeated and tried to think how to tell him. It would be so much easier if they still used ink for the fingerprinting.
"Did you...did you shag someone else?" Emyr asked in a way that made David feel cruel beyond belief.
"No, no, I would never do that, but I ended up in a fight and got arrested..."
"What? How did you get out? What are the charges?" Emyr asked with his arms folded.
"Jack and Gwen, they called in a favor and did it," he explained, "I have no record now."
Emyr took a few steps closer and asked, "Gwen works with Jack, yeah?"
David shut the door and locked it.
"Jack recruited Gwen in the first place," David revealed and watched Emyr take everything in. His fiance appeared to want to say something, maybe a question but instead, he didn't. Emyr came over to him and put his arms around him.
"Are you hungry? I could make something," Emyr offered and David shook his head. All appetite had fled.
"No, can we just sit on the couch?" he asked and they moved to that piece of furniture.
"I know you've had a lot on your mind lately," Emyr spoke in a soft voice with his arm around him.
"About that, I've been thinking, what if we got married earlier?" David asked and Emyr shrank away from him, "What is it? I thought you wanted to marry me."
"I do, but not like this. This isn't you. You're worried about your mum and it's making you all...fuckwitty," Emyr complained, "You can't even tell Jack or Gwen to phone me or do it yourself when you were released? And I suppose you missed another class?"
"Yeah, but I can get the notes from someone. It'll be fine. It will..." he tried to say and the words refused to come at first before spurting out, "What if it's not? What if she..."
Emyr put his arms around him again as the tears started to fall.
"Let go, you need this," Emyr whispered into his ear, "and no matter what, I will always be here and you don't need a piece of paper to know I'm telling the truth. I love you no matter what you do or what happens, we're in this together."
*****************************************************
Mica sat in the backyard with Iefan eating ice cream. Lula whined below them before putting a paw on Iefan's chair. She barked and Iefan said, "Lula."
Then, he dumped the rest of his ice cream on the ground.
"No, Iefan!" she warned but it was too late. The puppy had eaten all of it. Maybe Jack wouldn't notice. She'd had another reason for coming over. Jack came outside with his collar undone. He seemed more relaxed.
"Have you talked to my mum?" she asked, scooping up another bite.
"About what?" he asked and she rolled her eyes, "Oh...no, I didn't think she wanted to."
"Of course, she doesn't. She never wants to talk about it. She just wants to pretend everything's fine like always, I'm just tired of it," she complained. Then, Jack pursed his lips and had that look on his face. She knew that look.
"And don't say my uncle was the same way, if that's what being a Jones is...well, it's a good thing I'm a Davies. I don't want to be that way, that's gobby," she said and shook her head.
"Yeah, you're probably right. You don't have to be that way. Iefan may be a Jones, but I hope he doesn't get that trait either," Jack spoke and Mica didn't add that Jack was the same way. It might have been one of the reasons he got on so well with Ianto and now her mum. The sound of a puppy throwing up filled the yard, but at least, he was in the grass.
One Way Ticket
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Date: 2010-06-30 06:01 pm (UTC)Wonderful chapter as always, i love this fic :)
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Date: 2010-07-15 12:01 am (UTC)Thank You