Jack- October 22nd, 2009, Part Three
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack thinks about the future.
Author's Note: Starts after COE. Read the Martyn book yourself
Previous Segment: October 22nd, 2009, Part Two
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
October 22nd, 2009, Part Three
Then, Jack saw Gwen’s memo.
“...I wasn’t sure if Jack made the right decision to allow Jasmine to go off with them. I saw the effect it had on her mother. That’s a look I won’t ever forget. And yet, with hindsight, I’m starting to understand Jack’s seeing ‘the bigger picture’. I’m not convinced, yet I don’t like the fact that the longer I work with these people, the more likely I am to come round to Jack’s way of thinking,” he read and readjusted the pillow behind his head. She had only been working with them a few months at that point. Surely, she knew him better than that now, right?
“You like to think you're a hero. But you're the biggest monster of all,” Ianto had said when they discovered his secret and that had been after more than half a year of working together, shagging together.
In 1965, when he assumed they needed someone who couldn’t die to deliver the children, they’d corrected him, “We need someone who doesn’t care.” At least Ianto had realized the truth later that some never did; that there was more to Captain Jack Harkness than that cocky exterior and flirty demeanour.
Just because he was the good little soldier who could do the things that needed to be done; the things that no one else could, it didn’t mean he was lacking a heart.
“I know I have a heart because it’s still broken,” Jack spoke, remembering how Ianto had stuck by him in almost every tough decision he had to make even letting Jasmine go. When he did that, no one else would speak to him except his Welshman. A small jolt of happiness invaded his mind, like a psychic connection, but he had barriers up against that. Unless…
“Are you trying to talk to me?” he asked with his hand on the bump. There was a kick in response. He hadn’t gotten this far with his other pregnancy so there was no way of knowing whether this was normal. Of course, it wouldn’t have been normal if it were Gwen’s baby. However, Jack had fifty-first century genes and all that entailed and Ianto had advanced psychic training in London…
Really, with him and Ianto as its parents, there was only one guarantee for this baby; it was going to be a handful. There was the remote possibility that it could like staying at home and being cautious yet he couldn’t picture that at all.
“Not with all the trouble we’ve been through together, having to stop…the excitement we both found from it. He loved that as much as I did,” Jack admitted because sometimes, capturing a Weevil together had been the best foreplay. It filled him with anticipation one second and a sense of dread the next at what their child might be capable of. They both had done so many good things and some that…weren’t. Another jolt of happiness was pushed into his mind and he went back to the book. Several pages later, at the bottom was a candid of Ianto. He wasn’t even sure who took it. Unlike a number of the photos in the black book which were obviously gleaned from their CCTV, this was an actual photo. His lover had just glanced up from watching him. There was that realization of his picture being taken recorded in the picture. They’d been so busy with Suzie and the aftermath she’d left that Ianto looked tired. Stubble was appearing on his cheeks and upper lip. Jack forced himself to turn the page and smiled.
“I should have made him write reports more often,” he commented and began to read,”…Joining a cult is also seen as going through a big emotional change in your life which makes a change from tv and chips…So, if I wanted to start my own group, I guess what I’d do is try and find a bunch of people with a similar interest – coffee drinkers. My name is Ianto and I’m sick of tea being seen as the drink for the UK so I start a website…Then I can start to get a bit hardcore. I’m King Ianto – give me your money and I’ll invest it in our group…Stay with me and I give you security and a purpose! We like coffee! We want coffee to be seen as the national drink! It’s important. And from there it’s only a small step to ‘our problem is the people who make the tea – what are we going to do about them?’ And that’s where the problems start. So who’s with me? King Ianto’s Coffee Club. Join it for everlasting peace and damn fine coffee. Gwen and Tosh said they’d sign up. Owen called me a nutter. He’ll be the first one to go under King Ianto’s regime.”
First, Jack laughed, then he cried which turned into a cough and then he smirked.
“I’m not sure anyone else is going to remember this, but your daddy was funny. I want you to know that. He always knew how to make me smile,” he said, thinking of all those quips spoken at just the right time, “He even told me once that I smiled in my sleep…but I think that’s because he was holding me.”
He put his right hand on his belly and turned the page which had old emails from Alex Hopkins and James Lawson over ten years ago. Images of their dead bodies in the Hub were recalled too easily and he tried to distract himself with Ianto’s report on the next page.
“…It’s seen as a product of the ‘New Age’ era which is where in the late 20th century, people in western cultures started to explore their spiritual selves a bit more. Presumably there wasn’t much on TV,” he read and smiled, “…I guess if you want a summary, then NLP is like so much else we deal with. It seems to Do Something, although it’s quite hard to say exactly what, or how. And that Something might be positive, of genuine benefit to the human race – or it might be very damaging, if used in the wrong way.”
It made him stop.
“But we’ve done good, right? We saved the Earth a few times, which has to tip the scales in our direction rather than the harm we’ve done, right?” Jack asked and he really wasn’t sure. Maybe the Doctor had been right all along.
Except the Doctor hadn’t come, why hadn’t he come? With a sigh, he continued reading through pages until he hit an interesting set of notes.
“…Two amnesia pills missing, when Gwen was alone in the Hub. She thinks I don’t know and I haven’t said anything…whatever she used them for, I’m guessing it didn’t end well…Extremely worried about Owen. If we hadn’t pulled him out of there, he would have let Janet kill him, he even said as much later. Not sure about the best way to deal with this. The only possible thing that will make him feel better is getting Diane back, and that’s not in my power right now…Ianto surprisingly proficient at the good cop/bad cop routine. Although, obviously, he’s the good cop. He’s too cute to be the bad cop,” Jack read and thought about what he’d written. Obviously, Gwen had given the pills to Rhys and that was why she’d fought so hard against doing it later. Owen’s situation continued to remind him too much of his own. If he had his way, he would have killed himself at least a dozen times since June, but Ianto had threatened him.
“And I’m glad he did or you might not be here,” he spoke to the bump, “You don’t think he knew, do you? He knew everything, but this…”
It was a nice thought though that somehow, somewhere, Ianto knew he was going to be a father.
“He was a cute bad cop, too,” he added with a smile. He flipped through more of the book and found that Martyn had found full color photos of himself and the man whose name he stole. Jack suspected Bilis was involved and he recalled that Ianto had suspicions along the same line; that Bilis was feeding Martyn information. It was shortly after that when he found his notes on Abaddon.
“…The entire team turned on me, and opened the Rift. In their defence, they genuinely believed it would stop the time displacement and save everyone’s lives. But still, killing your boss is not the best way to foster a good working relationship. Having spoken with the others about what they saw, I wonder why I wasn’t shown a vision. I’ve lost people, many people that I’ve cared about. But only one person would have made me crack, and I know he’s safe...the team have been through a lot. We all said and did things we regret. But we’ve come closer as a result. Hopefully, we’ll never be divided like this again,” read the former leader of Torchwood and set the book down on the top of the bed. Picking up the duvet, he stuck his legs underneath.
“If it happened today, I know I’d see a vision like everyone else and I know who it would be,” Jack spoke and thought of Ianto in his suit with the pink shirt and pink striped tie, “but we are divided and broken…I’m broken and I don’t…I don’t know when I’ll be whole again and I’m sorry because you deserve better. You need me to be better again for you.”
October 22nd, 2009, Part Four
Characters: Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack thinks about the future.
Author's Note: Starts after COE. Read the Martyn book yourself
Previous Segment: October 22nd, 2009, Part Two
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
October 22nd, 2009, Part Three
Then, Jack saw Gwen’s memo.
“...I wasn’t sure if Jack made the right decision to allow Jasmine to go off with them. I saw the effect it had on her mother. That’s a look I won’t ever forget. And yet, with hindsight, I’m starting to understand Jack’s seeing ‘the bigger picture’. I’m not convinced, yet I don’t like the fact that the longer I work with these people, the more likely I am to come round to Jack’s way of thinking,” he read and readjusted the pillow behind his head. She had only been working with them a few months at that point. Surely, she knew him better than that now, right?
“You like to think you're a hero. But you're the biggest monster of all,” Ianto had said when they discovered his secret and that had been after more than half a year of working together, shagging together.
In 1965, when he assumed they needed someone who couldn’t die to deliver the children, they’d corrected him, “We need someone who doesn’t care.” At least Ianto had realized the truth later that some never did; that there was more to Captain Jack Harkness than that cocky exterior and flirty demeanour.
Just because he was the good little soldier who could do the things that needed to be done; the things that no one else could, it didn’t mean he was lacking a heart.
“I know I have a heart because it’s still broken,” Jack spoke, remembering how Ianto had stuck by him in almost every tough decision he had to make even letting Jasmine go. When he did that, no one else would speak to him except his Welshman. A small jolt of happiness invaded his mind, like a psychic connection, but he had barriers up against that. Unless…
“Are you trying to talk to me?” he asked with his hand on the bump. There was a kick in response. He hadn’t gotten this far with his other pregnancy so there was no way of knowing whether this was normal. Of course, it wouldn’t have been normal if it were Gwen’s baby. However, Jack had fifty-first century genes and all that entailed and Ianto had advanced psychic training in London…
Really, with him and Ianto as its parents, there was only one guarantee for this baby; it was going to be a handful. There was the remote possibility that it could like staying at home and being cautious yet he couldn’t picture that at all.
“Not with all the trouble we’ve been through together, having to stop…the excitement we both found from it. He loved that as much as I did,” Jack admitted because sometimes, capturing a Weevil together had been the best foreplay. It filled him with anticipation one second and a sense of dread the next at what their child might be capable of. They both had done so many good things and some that…weren’t. Another jolt of happiness was pushed into his mind and he went back to the book. Several pages later, at the bottom was a candid of Ianto. He wasn’t even sure who took it. Unlike a number of the photos in the black book which were obviously gleaned from their CCTV, this was an actual photo. His lover had just glanced up from watching him. There was that realization of his picture being taken recorded in the picture. They’d been so busy with Suzie and the aftermath she’d left that Ianto looked tired. Stubble was appearing on his cheeks and upper lip. Jack forced himself to turn the page and smiled.
“I should have made him write reports more often,” he commented and began to read,”…Joining a cult is also seen as going through a big emotional change in your life which makes a change from tv and chips…So, if I wanted to start my own group, I guess what I’d do is try and find a bunch of people with a similar interest – coffee drinkers. My name is Ianto and I’m sick of tea being seen as the drink for the UK so I start a website…Then I can start to get a bit hardcore. I’m King Ianto – give me your money and I’ll invest it in our group…Stay with me and I give you security and a purpose! We like coffee! We want coffee to be seen as the national drink! It’s important. And from there it’s only a small step to ‘our problem is the people who make the tea – what are we going to do about them?’ And that’s where the problems start. So who’s with me? King Ianto’s Coffee Club. Join it for everlasting peace and damn fine coffee. Gwen and Tosh said they’d sign up. Owen called me a nutter. He’ll be the first one to go under King Ianto’s regime.”
First, Jack laughed, then he cried which turned into a cough and then he smirked.
“I’m not sure anyone else is going to remember this, but your daddy was funny. I want you to know that. He always knew how to make me smile,” he said, thinking of all those quips spoken at just the right time, “He even told me once that I smiled in my sleep…but I think that’s because he was holding me.”
He put his right hand on his belly and turned the page which had old emails from Alex Hopkins and James Lawson over ten years ago. Images of their dead bodies in the Hub were recalled too easily and he tried to distract himself with Ianto’s report on the next page.
“…It’s seen as a product of the ‘New Age’ era which is where in the late 20th century, people in western cultures started to explore their spiritual selves a bit more. Presumably there wasn’t much on TV,” he read and smiled, “…I guess if you want a summary, then NLP is like so much else we deal with. It seems to Do Something, although it’s quite hard to say exactly what, or how. And that Something might be positive, of genuine benefit to the human race – or it might be very damaging, if used in the wrong way.”
It made him stop.
“But we’ve done good, right? We saved the Earth a few times, which has to tip the scales in our direction rather than the harm we’ve done, right?” Jack asked and he really wasn’t sure. Maybe the Doctor had been right all along.
Except the Doctor hadn’t come, why hadn’t he come? With a sigh, he continued reading through pages until he hit an interesting set of notes.
“…Two amnesia pills missing, when Gwen was alone in the Hub. She thinks I don’t know and I haven’t said anything…whatever she used them for, I’m guessing it didn’t end well…Extremely worried about Owen. If we hadn’t pulled him out of there, he would have let Janet kill him, he even said as much later. Not sure about the best way to deal with this. The only possible thing that will make him feel better is getting Diane back, and that’s not in my power right now…Ianto surprisingly proficient at the good cop/bad cop routine. Although, obviously, he’s the good cop. He’s too cute to be the bad cop,” Jack read and thought about what he’d written. Obviously, Gwen had given the pills to Rhys and that was why she’d fought so hard against doing it later. Owen’s situation continued to remind him too much of his own. If he had his way, he would have killed himself at least a dozen times since June, but Ianto had threatened him.
“And I’m glad he did or you might not be here,” he spoke to the bump, “You don’t think he knew, do you? He knew everything, but this…”
It was a nice thought though that somehow, somewhere, Ianto knew he was going to be a father.
“He was a cute bad cop, too,” he added with a smile. He flipped through more of the book and found that Martyn had found full color photos of himself and the man whose name he stole. Jack suspected Bilis was involved and he recalled that Ianto had suspicions along the same line; that Bilis was feeding Martyn information. It was shortly after that when he found his notes on Abaddon.
“…The entire team turned on me, and opened the Rift. In their defence, they genuinely believed it would stop the time displacement and save everyone’s lives. But still, killing your boss is not the best way to foster a good working relationship. Having spoken with the others about what they saw, I wonder why I wasn’t shown a vision. I’ve lost people, many people that I’ve cared about. But only one person would have made me crack, and I know he’s safe...the team have been through a lot. We all said and did things we regret. But we’ve come closer as a result. Hopefully, we’ll never be divided like this again,” read the former leader of Torchwood and set the book down on the top of the bed. Picking up the duvet, he stuck his legs underneath.
“If it happened today, I know I’d see a vision like everyone else and I know who it would be,” Jack spoke and thought of Ianto in his suit with the pink shirt and pink striped tie, “but we are divided and broken…I’m broken and I don’t…I don’t know when I’ll be whole again and I’m sorry because you deserve better. You need me to be better again for you.”
October 22nd, 2009, Part Four
