Ianto- January 4th, 2010
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Katie, Tommy, Mr. Jones, Steven, Lucia Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto introduces Iefan to everyone.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: December 30th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
January 4th, 2010
Ianto realized that his mum had already known about his son and this must have been what Gareth was alluding to. Still, there were at least two who would love to meet him.
“Tosh! Owen! I have someone for you to meet!” he called out and carried the boy to them.
“Aww,” she remarked, “And who’s this? He looks a lot like you, Ianto. Is it another nephew?”
He shook head and responded, “This is Iefan.”
“Iefan Jones,” his son corrected.
“Of course,” Ianto said although he’d never of that before, “Iefan Jones.”
Before that moment, he hadn’t thought about his son’s surname. Normally, the child of an unmarried parent would take the last name of the one that carried him which would be Harkness, but Jack used his name in spite of that. He liked it.
Tosh’ brown eyes widened in surprise and she came closer.
“Oh my god,” Owen exclaimed, “They’ve bloody procreated.”
This was met with a glare from Katie and her reprimand, “You can’t use language like that in front of a child. What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? I just found out my former boss, who is male, is with child,” he answered although his steps were slowly getting nearer, “I’m just glad that I don’t have to deliver it.”
“Well, I think he’s darling. His eyes even look more like yours than Jack’s although I can’t explain why,” Tosh commented and then her lips pursed as they did when she failed at something. It happened so little.
“Yes,” Tommy agreed and then asked, “So, who’s the mum?”
After a few more minutes of explanations and being passed around where even Owen held him for a little while, Ianto felt his sleeve being pulled by the boy.
“Who’s that, daddy?” Iefan asked while pointing to a figure in the shadows of the trees. A warm feeling formed in the pit of his stomach and spread outward to every cell of his body. His son had called him ‘daddy’. Then, he studied the figure in question. He’d know him anywhere from the second-hand suit to the frayed leather shoes to the white hair peppered with grey.
“That’s your granddad,” he explained and was tempted to stay put, but he had always loved David. Rhi had even shown him Mica’s sonogram picture the day before he died. Wouldn’t heaven be the perfect place to let the past go?
“Hello, dad,” he greeted when they walked over to him. Sunlight shown through the leaves in the trees. They were always green and perfect.
“Hello, son,” his father replied back with his hands in his coat pockets. They looked at each other; Ianto’s blue eyes at his green ones.
“You…you did good, Ianto,” the older man admitted with obvious difficulty, “And that’s a nice suit.”
Part of him him wondered if he’d done well by getting himself killed yet he resisted the urge to ask his old man about it.
“He’s yours, isn’t he?” his father inquired, “He has the Jones chin.”
“Iefan Jones,” he confirmed with a smile and the boy waved a hand, saying, “Hi.”
Another moment passed without speaking. However, being with him was beginning to feel less awkward. Then, the child began squirming.
“I want down. Let me down,” his son begged and he didn’t want to do it. What if he had to let him go for him to leave? When would he see him again? Were those the special privileges that his mum had mentioned? Would he be able to watch him grow up?
“Please,” Iefan continued and he’d have to do it.
“I love you, Iefan, remember that,” Ianto whispered and kissed his cheek before setting him down. A baby could be good for Jack. Even now, their son had provided extra incentive for Jack to be more careful about dying. As much as he wished he could see him, Iefan was more important. He didn't want anything to happen to him.
However, instead of disappearing as Gwen’s son had done, the boy started running and he ran after him. The bottom of the Iefan's blue tee flew up as he hurried through the shrubs. The child seemed to have a destination in mind as they ran through the woods and reached a clearing.
“That was a good one, Gran!” called a voice and a ball rolled in front of them. Iefan fell over it although he didn’t cry and the owner appeared. It was a boy about ten with hair that was darker blonde than Iefan’s and similar blue eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking towards the smaller child before his attention turned to Ianto, “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Ianto answered after a brief moment of hesitation. There was something familiar about him.
“Steven? Steven, where have you gotten to?” a female voice sounded from their right. Then, Ianto remembered.
‘…and just so you know, I have a daughter called Alice and a grandson called Steven and Frobisher took them hostage yesterday,’ Jack had told him that the day he died.
Oh no, he thought, please don’t let this be Jack’s grandson. This was going to be the weirdest thing he’d ever asked, but perhaps it was normal conversation here.
“How did you die?” Ianto inquired and the boy held a strange expression, “It’s just that you’re so young…I just wondered.”
The small child was trying to hit the ball and was succeeding in centimeters. With a shrug, Steven began, “I kept speaking like an alien and then, me and my mum were taken by the army because of Uncle Jack…”
“That’s my other daddy’s name, Jack,” Iefan informed everyone and while he was sure it was the same boy, Ianto had to wonder why Steven felt Jack was his uncle.
“But then, Uncle Jack showed up and I was playing ball when they had me stand in the middle of this room, but he wouldn’t tell me why,” Steven continued, “I started screaming and mum was screaming and Uncle Jack looked like he was going to cry and then I was here.”
It sounded like Jack had to sacrifice his own grandson. He didn’t know what to say. Not only was Jack pregnant while mourning him, his grandson had died, too.
“Steven, there you are!” an older woman exclaimed, “and you’ve found friends.”
It was Lucia Moretti; older but still recognizable from her old photo in the Torchwood archives. One of the few to retire without dying first, he felt like an idiot for not sorting it out sooner; she had lived so long because she’d been put on desk duty and all because Jack had got her up the duff.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said with a smile.
“Ianto Jones, that’s my son, Iefan” he spoke, holding out a hand, “and you’re Lucia Moretti.”
For a second, she took his hand and then, her brown eyes widened.
“And you work for Torchwood,” she surmised before she seemed to be studying the smaller of the boys, “Hmm, so he wasn’t joshing about the pregnancy thing. I’d know that grin anywhere. Even my grandson inherited that.”
“From his ‘uncle’,” the Welshman reminded her and hoped she’d explain.
“It was Alice’ idea, that it would be easier for him to be an uncle rather than his grandfather. Jack wanted to tell him the truth from the start and wait until he was older to explain about his immortality. Alice thought they should wait until he was older and explain everything because she was still quite young when people started assuming they were brother and sister if they were seen together,” Lucia told him and he knew that must have eaten at him, too. He couldn’t imagine having a grandson and being forced to pretend he was only his uncle.
“Ianto knew your Uncle Jack,” she said in a voice so that Steven could hear, “In fact, Iefan is Uncle Jack’s son.”
“Really?” the older boy asked, holding the ball, “That means we’re cousins!”
“Except that Iefan is Steven’s real uncle and who he thinks is his uncle is actually his grandfather and his great-grandparents haven’t been born yet,” whispered the Welshman, crossing his arms, “Jack’s family tree makes my head hurt.”
“Don’t think about it too much, I tried to protect them. I wanted better for her. I wanted to keep her away from Torchwood at all costs. I always told her, 'They die young', but it's not just that...it's the things we see...the things we do...she knows it all for herself now,” she spoke with a frown and he walked over to her grandson, “Steven’s father is dead, too, but just like down there, he only appears occasionally, but his mum…that’s going to take some time. She’s still down there, blaming herself and her father, takes after him that way.”
He winced.
“That’s one of his worst traits to have,” Ianto stated and she nodded.
January 4th, 2010, Part Two
Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Katie, Tommy, Mr. Jones, Steven, Lucia Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto introduces Iefan to everyone.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: December 30th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
January 4th, 2010
Ianto realized that his mum had already known about his son and this must have been what Gareth was alluding to. Still, there were at least two who would love to meet him.
“Tosh! Owen! I have someone for you to meet!” he called out and carried the boy to them.
“Aww,” she remarked, “And who’s this? He looks a lot like you, Ianto. Is it another nephew?”
He shook head and responded, “This is Iefan.”
“Iefan Jones,” his son corrected.
“Of course,” Ianto said although he’d never of that before, “Iefan Jones.”
Before that moment, he hadn’t thought about his son’s surname. Normally, the child of an unmarried parent would take the last name of the one that carried him which would be Harkness, but Jack used his name in spite of that. He liked it.
Tosh’ brown eyes widened in surprise and she came closer.
“Oh my god,” Owen exclaimed, “They’ve bloody procreated.”
This was met with a glare from Katie and her reprimand, “You can’t use language like that in front of a child. What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? I just found out my former boss, who is male, is with child,” he answered although his steps were slowly getting nearer, “I’m just glad that I don’t have to deliver it.”
“Well, I think he’s darling. His eyes even look more like yours than Jack’s although I can’t explain why,” Tosh commented and then her lips pursed as they did when she failed at something. It happened so little.
“Yes,” Tommy agreed and then asked, “So, who’s the mum?”
After a few more minutes of explanations and being passed around where even Owen held him for a little while, Ianto felt his sleeve being pulled by the boy.
“Who’s that, daddy?” Iefan asked while pointing to a figure in the shadows of the trees. A warm feeling formed in the pit of his stomach and spread outward to every cell of his body. His son had called him ‘daddy’. Then, he studied the figure in question. He’d know him anywhere from the second-hand suit to the frayed leather shoes to the white hair peppered with grey.
“That’s your granddad,” he explained and was tempted to stay put, but he had always loved David. Rhi had even shown him Mica’s sonogram picture the day before he died. Wouldn’t heaven be the perfect place to let the past go?
“Hello, dad,” he greeted when they walked over to him. Sunlight shown through the leaves in the trees. They were always green and perfect.
“Hello, son,” his father replied back with his hands in his coat pockets. They looked at each other; Ianto’s blue eyes at his green ones.
“You…you did good, Ianto,” the older man admitted with obvious difficulty, “And that’s a nice suit.”
Part of him him wondered if he’d done well by getting himself killed yet he resisted the urge to ask his old man about it.
“He’s yours, isn’t he?” his father inquired, “He has the Jones chin.”
“Iefan Jones,” he confirmed with a smile and the boy waved a hand, saying, “Hi.”
Another moment passed without speaking. However, being with him was beginning to feel less awkward. Then, the child began squirming.
“I want down. Let me down,” his son begged and he didn’t want to do it. What if he had to let him go for him to leave? When would he see him again? Were those the special privileges that his mum had mentioned? Would he be able to watch him grow up?
“Please,” Iefan continued and he’d have to do it.
“I love you, Iefan, remember that,” Ianto whispered and kissed his cheek before setting him down. A baby could be good for Jack. Even now, their son had provided extra incentive for Jack to be more careful about dying. As much as he wished he could see him, Iefan was more important. He didn't want anything to happen to him.
However, instead of disappearing as Gwen’s son had done, the boy started running and he ran after him. The bottom of the Iefan's blue tee flew up as he hurried through the shrubs. The child seemed to have a destination in mind as they ran through the woods and reached a clearing.
“That was a good one, Gran!” called a voice and a ball rolled in front of them. Iefan fell over it although he didn’t cry and the owner appeared. It was a boy about ten with hair that was darker blonde than Iefan’s and similar blue eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking towards the smaller child before his attention turned to Ianto, “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Ianto answered after a brief moment of hesitation. There was something familiar about him.
“Steven? Steven, where have you gotten to?” a female voice sounded from their right. Then, Ianto remembered.
‘…and just so you know, I have a daughter called Alice and a grandson called Steven and Frobisher took them hostage yesterday,’ Jack had told him that the day he died.
Oh no, he thought, please don’t let this be Jack’s grandson. This was going to be the weirdest thing he’d ever asked, but perhaps it was normal conversation here.
“How did you die?” Ianto inquired and the boy held a strange expression, “It’s just that you’re so young…I just wondered.”
The small child was trying to hit the ball and was succeeding in centimeters. With a shrug, Steven began, “I kept speaking like an alien and then, me and my mum were taken by the army because of Uncle Jack…”
“That’s my other daddy’s name, Jack,” Iefan informed everyone and while he was sure it was the same boy, Ianto had to wonder why Steven felt Jack was his uncle.
“But then, Uncle Jack showed up and I was playing ball when they had me stand in the middle of this room, but he wouldn’t tell me why,” Steven continued, “I started screaming and mum was screaming and Uncle Jack looked like he was going to cry and then I was here.”
It sounded like Jack had to sacrifice his own grandson. He didn’t know what to say. Not only was Jack pregnant while mourning him, his grandson had died, too.
“Steven, there you are!” an older woman exclaimed, “and you’ve found friends.”
It was Lucia Moretti; older but still recognizable from her old photo in the Torchwood archives. One of the few to retire without dying first, he felt like an idiot for not sorting it out sooner; she had lived so long because she’d been put on desk duty and all because Jack had got her up the duff.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said with a smile.
“Ianto Jones, that’s my son, Iefan” he spoke, holding out a hand, “and you’re Lucia Moretti.”
For a second, she took his hand and then, her brown eyes widened.
“And you work for Torchwood,” she surmised before she seemed to be studying the smaller of the boys, “Hmm, so he wasn’t joshing about the pregnancy thing. I’d know that grin anywhere. Even my grandson inherited that.”
“From his ‘uncle’,” the Welshman reminded her and hoped she’d explain.
“It was Alice’ idea, that it would be easier for him to be an uncle rather than his grandfather. Jack wanted to tell him the truth from the start and wait until he was older to explain about his immortality. Alice thought they should wait until he was older and explain everything because she was still quite young when people started assuming they were brother and sister if they were seen together,” Lucia told him and he knew that must have eaten at him, too. He couldn’t imagine having a grandson and being forced to pretend he was only his uncle.
“Ianto knew your Uncle Jack,” she said in a voice so that Steven could hear, “In fact, Iefan is Uncle Jack’s son.”
“Really?” the older boy asked, holding the ball, “That means we’re cousins!”
“Except that Iefan is Steven’s real uncle and who he thinks is his uncle is actually his grandfather and his great-grandparents haven’t been born yet,” whispered the Welshman, crossing his arms, “Jack’s family tree makes my head hurt.”
“Don’t think about it too much, I tried to protect them. I wanted better for her. I wanted to keep her away from Torchwood at all costs. I always told her, 'They die young', but it's not just that...it's the things we see...the things we do...she knows it all for herself now,” she spoke with a frown and he walked over to her grandson, “Steven’s father is dead, too, but just like down there, he only appears occasionally, but his mum…that’s going to take some time. She’s still down there, blaming herself and her father, takes after him that way.”
He winced.
“That’s one of his worst traits to have,” Ianto stated and she nodded.
January 4th, 2010, Part Two
