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Serendipity- When the Children are Sleeping [PART THREE (2/3)]


Okay, so tomorrow was a fiasco- but here is the next chapter of Serendipity! its the second to last and i PROMISE LOTS OF SMUT. More smut than fluff, but oh well. the last chapter is more fluff than smut. anwyways, please read!

and LJ cuts are acting up still, so sorry!

Title: While The Children Are Sleeping [PART THREE (2/3)]

Chapter: 2 of 3, PART THREE

Series: Serendipity

Author:[info]2nd_toshiko

Rating: NC 17 (graphic sex, spanking, swearing etc)

Character(s): Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Mica, David and Rhiannon

Genre(s): Romance, slight crack, smut and fluff

Warning(s)/Spoiler(s): Slight spoilers for Children of Earth, and end of TW S2.

Disclaimer(s): I do NOT own Torchwood OR Doctor Who, nor do I own the characters, pairings, storylines etc. They are the sole property of the almighty BBC, the Torchwood/Doctor Who Production Team and (unfortunately for us) Russell T Davies. No money is being made out of this, and I’m still a student, so please don’t sue me- any money I have is going towards university! I also don’t own the song used.

 

Summary: Jack and Ianto are babysitting- inappropriately.

 

Author’s Note: This is the penultimate chapter of Serendipity all together- I hope this has been a good story. I’d like to point out also that in this story, I’ve made out Mica and David to be slightly younger than they are, and I might have mixed them up a little. So please forgive me for that. Also, the song used in this fic is called ‘Bad Touch’ by the Bloodhound Gang- whenever Ianto’s speech goes into italics, its because he’s quoting from there. Anyways, here’s my promised smut and fluff, thanks to all who have stuck with me!

 

 

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Chapter Two

 

 

Disk 91.

 

After everything, everyone, finally…we might just be able to get past this. Live past this.

It’s been a week now, even though if you came and told me its been 6 months, I wouldn’t think you were kidding.

I came home after…everything…and crawled into bed- no turning lights off, no showers, no changing clothes.

Just slept.

I slept for two days. Funny enough, I didn’t get one call from Gwen, Owen or Jack, telling me I need to go in.

 

They must be sleeping too.

 

What hits me is that I feel like this, and I wasn’t even at the brunt of it- what must Ianto be going through? Where is Jack in all of this?

 

I remember when I was six years old. My mother told me a story, like she used to most nights when she wasn’t tired out from working. One time, she told me a story about a Japanese samurai who feel in love with his Mistress, the one he was supposed to protect. I can’t remember a lot of the story now, but the Mistress eventually requited his love, and something happened that meant they would both live forever. It was a happy story.

 

Nothing in reality works that way. Every time I look at Jack, I think of the Samurai, so many burdens, so untold.

 

Just living Torchwood makes you feel old.

 

Today, I work up early and went for a walk. Met Owen on the way. Things used to be…difficult between us, but not anymore. I wouldn’t be able to tell you, not for the life of me, what’s changed, but something has.

 

He knows I love him, will always, always listen to him, and be there for him. And I know, somewhere under that cranky exterior, he has some, even a little, regard for me.

 

For now, it’s enough. Until all this blows over.

 

‘I never realised that Jack had it in him’, Owen says, suddenly. We’re walking in the park and its raining.

 

Typical Britain.

 

‘What do you mean?’, I answer, looking at him. Owen shuffles, not looking at me.

 

‘I never realised Jack would be so...’ Owen sighs, then smirks a little. ‘I always thought what Jack and Ianto have…done…was a lot to do with benefits. No matter what Ianto said to me. But…’

 

He doesn’t need to finish. I stay silent.

 

‘They always seemed to have this…fight going on’, Owen continues. ‘Like they’re fighting each other, but they’re not. How am I supposed to understand it all? Jack’s immortal and Ianto’s…’

 

He doesn’t have to finish that either.

 

Jack’s immortal and Ianto’s….not.

 

‘I guess I’m trying to say is that Jack and Ianto’s thing…relationship’, Owen said. ‘It’s so impossible.’

 

Tosh looked at Owen, and they stopped walking.

 

‘If they’re impossible…what are we?’ Tosh asked, almost desperately. ‘What is Torchwood? What we do, what we ARE is impossible…’

 

Now I’m not looking at Owen. There’s a silence, and then he speaks quietly from behind me.

 

‘Jack once told me that the word ‘impossible’ is eradicated from the Oxford English Dictionary in the 25th century’.

 

I can’t help it, I smile. Owen must have sensors on his forehead.

 

‘I know…impossible, isn’t it?’ he says.

 

I don’t know why we’re laughing and how long we laughed, but for once, just this once, I just want stand in the middle of this miserable, cold, wet park and laugh with Owen about nothing.

 

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Dear Diary,

 

My mam died two weeks ago and was buried a week ago. There weren’t too many people there- she always used to say that when she died, she’d die quietly, unlike my uncle Vernon who, according to her was ‘a dramatic pig even after he stopped breathing’.

 

I never knew when mam joked. There couldn’t be too many people at the funeral anyways. Tad died years ago.

 

I was standing there, still, not knowing what to do- how to feel- as they lower mam into the ground.

 

Rhiannon appears out of nowhere, her eyes brimming with tears, bright red.

 

‘You bastard’, she said, hugging me tight. ‘You got to talk to her last. You always were the lucky one’.

 

She has no idea.

 

It was nice, in an odd way. My sister and I, together after such a long time. She’s all that I’ve got.

 

‘Rest in peace’, we both whisper, as they put soil over her, first tiny amounts, then huge mounds.

 

‘You can live now, you know, Ianto’, Rhi said, quietly. ‘I know you; you’re blaming yourself, no matter how she died.’

 

I stay quiet.

 

‘She loved you, as her son’, Rhi said, her voice wobbling. ‘She was proud of you, and you’ve done nothing to change that’.

 

‘You don’t know that, Rhi’, I said, softly.

 

She just looks at me, like she doesn’t know what to say.

 

‘You can live now’, she said again.

 

All goes quiet, and then Rhi speaks again, her voice odd this time.

 

‘Ianto, would you hate me if I had an affair?’

 

Okay.

 

‘What?’

 

‘I know this is a funeral and everything’, she said, in the same tone of voice. ‘But talk about HOT- hang on, why is he coming this way?’

 

I freeze. Oh God, no, no now, not here-

 

‘Yan’, Jack’s voice said.

 

I try my best to uncurl myself from whatever cocoon I just built around myself.

 

‘Rhi’, I said, my energy draining. ‘This is Jack, my boss’.

 

Jack’s face drops, his glaze darkening. Suddenly, I feel the lump in my throat disappear.

 

You can live now.

 

I’m Ianto Jones, and my mother has just died- this is her funeral. I’m at my mam’s funeral when I realise…I’m not dead yet.

 

I loved my mother, and I still do. In the end, I know, she wouldn’t hold grudges, not on Gray, me or Jack… ‘Death is how you take it’, she always said.

 

I’m not dead.

 

I have a second chance at life. I still have my sister, my niece and nephew, and I have…

 

Jack.

 

‘Rhi’, I said, again. Jack looks at me, confused. I smile at him, as much as I can muster.

 

‘This is my partner…Jack.’

 

Her jaw drops.

 

‘Wait ‘til I tell Johnny you’re GAY!’

 

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‘..You only do the kind of stuff that Prince would sing about, so put your HANDS down my PANTS, and I bet you feel nu-‘

 

‘JACK!’

 

‘What?!’

 

Ianto picked up his nephew from the coffee table they were using as a podium, and unplugged the karaoke machine.

 

He frowned up at Jack, who was still on the coffee table, and put his hands on his hips.

 

‘Uncle IANTOOOO!’ David screamed, from his place near Ianto’s legs. ‘I WANNA PLAY WITH UNCLE JACKKKKKKKKKK!’

 

‘David, you can play…something else,’ Ianto tried. God knows why he agreed to babysit these kids. ‘Mam wouldn’t be too happy if she caught you playing with the karaoke machine this late at night, would she?’

 

‘S’pose’, David mumbled. Ianto patted his head, and returned his glare to his over- grown kid of a partner.

 

‘Jack!’ he hissed up at the Captain. ‘It’s nine o’clock. You were supposed to put them to bed while I get their drinks. What. Happened?’

 

Jack glared at him, pouting.

 

‘We were having fun, Yan! He could always go to bed later! He just mentioned how his dad would never let him play with the karaoke machine because they brought it from Camden market-‘

 

Ianto looked at the CD’s that came with the machine. Oh yes, he could tell why they weren’t allowed to sing these songs.

 

Jack was still nattering away when Ianto yanked him off from the coffee table, pulling the older man by his trousers.

 

‘OW!’ Jack yelled, as David giggled. Ianto glared even harder.

 

‘ ‘Bad Touch’ Jack?’, Ianto asked, holding up the CD. ‘You get a little kid to sing THIS?’

 

Jack rubbed his leg, pouting harder and his eyes mischievously blue. For some insane reason, Ianto wanted to spank him and snog him senseless at the same time.

 

‘It was the least …inappropriate song in the pile’, Jack said, innocently. ’At least it teaches them about…the differences between animals and humans?’

 

‘Acts of mating’, David said, proudly. ‘We’re nothing but mammals, so lets do it like they do it on the discovery channel- that’s what the man said!’

 

Ianto slowly turned his head back towards Jack. The older man looked back at his partner like he was a nuclear bomb.

 

Jack ran.

 

‘COME BACK HERE, YOU TWPSYN!’ Ianto screamed, chasing after Jack as the older man ran into the kitchen. Mica ran down from upstairs where she was sleeping, and David was laughing fit to bust. ‘WHAT IF HE WENT AND SANG THIS TO RHI?! DO YOU HAVE ANY BLOODY IDEA WHAT SHE’D DO TO ME?!’

 

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’, Jack squeaked, as he ducked a cushion Ianto was throwing at him. He grinned quickly at the children who were cheering for Jack, before ducking again.

 

They circled the Breakfast table; Jack on one side, Ianto on the other.

 

‘Wait til I get you’, Ianto muttered.

 

‘What are you going to do?’ Jack replied, cheekily. ‘Gonna punish me?’

 

The words hung in the air like bait.

 

‘You have no idea what Rhi’s like’, Ianto said, dangerously.

‘So live a little!’ Jack exclaimed. ‘It’s only one lousy-‘

 

‘Very suggestive-,‘ Ianto muttered.

 

‘-Song’, Jack finished. ‘What harm can it do? It won’t teach them much’.

 

‘Nuts’, David said, cheerful. ‘I know what the man meant! He was being very naughty.’

 

Ianto blinked. Mica sat up from her corner and giggled.

 

‘They’re what boys have, aren’t they?’ Mica said, all giggly. ‘It’s their thingy.’

 

Jack yelled again, when a plastic cup hit him, and ran back into the living room.

 

‘Ianto!’, Jack screamed. ‘You’re being insane!’

 

‘And you’re insane if I ever let you tag along when I babysit them AGAIN!’

 

Suddenly, Jack fell backwards onto the sofa, surprising Ianto into tumbling over and onto him with a large thump.

 

Ianto breathed in hard, the children’s laughter suddenly sounding so far away. He could feel Jack’s erection hard against his own growing one.

 

‘Jack, really’, he breathed onto his partner’s face. ‘There’s a time and a place’.

 

‘You’re really sexy when you’re angry like that’, Jack croaked earnestly.

 

Ianto tore off his lover, his face bright red.

 

Mica and David were laughing uncontrollably.

 

‘You mention this to your mother’, Ianto warned. ‘And I’ll put Poison Ivy in your beds when you’re asleep. Remember how much that itched, Dave?’

 

David thought for a moment, and then nodded quickly. Mica copied her brother, like she did in a lot of things.

 

‘Bed, kids!’, Jack said, suddenly. Ianto had a suspicion he knew why.

 

David complained loudly about how dad let them stay up later on Friday because there was no school the next day, but Jack was having none of it. Throwing David over his shoulder and scooping up giggly Mica, he marched them upstairs.

 

‘Don’t want to go to sleep’, David said, yawning. ‘Sleepin’ is for…babies…’

 

He was asleep before he hit the bed. Jack watched him.

 

Kids. Never doing that again.

 

Mica went into her own bed happily enough.

 

‘Boys are stupid’, she said knowledgeably, burying herself in her duvet. ‘All they care about is nuts’.

 

Jack blinked, trying to fight the urge to laugh. He didn’t know if she knew what she meant completely, but it was still funny hearing from a small girl.

 

Jack closed the doors, and walked downstairs quickly.

 

When he reached the living room, Ianto was nowhere to be seen.

 

‘Yan?’, Jack called out, quietly so not to wake the sleeping children. The Welshman was really had disappeared.

 

Out of nowhere, a large weight hit Jack’s back as Ianto jumped on him from behind, forcing Jack to hit the sofa.

 

‘What the-?’ Jack spluttered, trying to get off his belly, but found himself stuck to the sofa face first.

 

He lifted his head, but Ianto pushed it back down.

 

‘Oh no, you don’t’, the younger man warned. ‘You’ve done enough damage today, I think, so its time you listen to me’.

 

Jack’s cock hardened at the sound of Ianto’s voice, all throaty and rich with desire, yet filled a steel determination.

 

There was a sudden flurry of material as Ianto straddled Jack’s back properly and removed his tie, using it to pull Jack’s hands back, then tying them.

 

‘Just an extra reassurance for me’, Ianto said, pleasantly. Jack groaned, and attempted to move.

 

Ianto leaned in, and nibbled at Jack’s ear lobe, causing the older man to moan, before placing a hand under Jack. Jack gasped loudly and arched his back, throwing himself harder into the sofa.

 

What is he doing to me?

 

Jack was sweating now, gasping hard as Ianto squeezed his erection from the small space between the Captain’s body and the sofa. Jack thrusted towards Ianto’s hands, frustrated at the way his own hands were tied behind his back.

 

‘No’.

 

Ianto removed his hand from under Jack, which lead to a loud protest.

 

‘You don’t move unless I tell you to. Can’t you listen to anything I say?’ Ianto huffed, moving down Jack’s body to sit on his legs. He placed a hand on Jack’s arse, pulling at the trousers. ‘I think you need to be punished.’

 

Another flurry of material as Ianto yanked down Jack’s trousers, exposing two round buttocks. He traced a finger at the crack.

 

So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts’, Ianto whispered, caressing the skin. ‘A spank or two or five would be in order.’

 

Jack didn’t move from underneath him, just breathed deeply.

 

‘Good boy’ Ianto said, pleased. ‘You’re learning. But you still are going to pay for earlier. Corrupting little children-‘

 

‘I was just-‘ Jack gasped.

 

Silent’.

 

Ianto smoothed a hand over one buttock before laying a stinging smack on it. Jack howled, but didn’t move. Ianto watched the buttock turn a faint pink, before reverting back to its usual smooth tinge.

 

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals’ Ianto leaned down and hissed in Jack’s ear, stroking his back. ‘And I believe some mammals like a bit of a spanking once and again. So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.’

 

Jack breathed in harshly, his erection sticking, almost painfully, into the sofa.

 

Rhiannon was definitely not going to like this.

 

‘Do it again now’.

 

Jack didn’t know whether he liked or hated the song lyrics. There was another stinging pain on his arse, followed by a slight pleasure as Jack’s cock pushed against the sofa material, creating friction.

 

‘Ianto’, he croaked. ‘We’re in your sister’s house. Her sofa’.

 

Ianto smiled. ‘She’ll never know what she never saw’.

 

Suddenly, Ianto moved even further down Jack’s legs, stroking and kissing his back as he did so. Jack breathed in, and almost forgot to breathe out.

 

Maybe he could wiggle out of the tie that held his hands together…

 

Ianto reached Jack’s arse and carried on kissing. He nibbled along each buttock, causing Jack to hiss in pleasure and wriggle against Ianto.

 

Ianto grinned against Jack, and slowly began parting his buttocks to reveal a puckering hole.

 

Jack arched as Ianto’s tongue dipped in and out, thoroughly exploring his hole. Moaning loudly, Jack pushed himself more towards his lover, encouraging. As he fought to pull of the tie from his hands, Jack realised that Ianto had not yet removed a single piece of clothing, while he was tied up, with his trousers around his ankles.

 

Pleasure filled Jack’s body as Ianto expertly swiped a tongue through Jack’s hole, before removing it all together to enter a finger into the older man. All of a sudden, Jack was pulled up and turned to his front by his lover, finally seeing the mischievous glint in Ianto’s eyes. He hadn’t removed the finger.

 

‘Ianto’, Jack croaked, gulping.

 

Ianto dipped down again.

 

‘Very naughty’, he mumbled against Jack’s navel, licking at the belly button. He added another finger into Jack, smirking when he began trying to fuck himself on them. ‘Patience, Jack’.

 

Ianto licked down Jack’s abdomen, before reaching Jack’s crotch. He moved down, smiling up at Jack as he put his lover’s very hard, very erect cock into his free hand.

 

‘Seems you’re very happy to see me, Captain’, Ianto said, conversationally. ‘Can’t think why though’.

 

‘Oh fuck!’, Jack nearly yelled, as Ianto took him into his mouth, using his tongue to map Jack’s shaft completely. He flicked his tongue like so which made Jack writhe as pleasure took him in so many intense bursts.

 

‘Ianto…’he moaned, longing to run his hand through Ianto’s hair. The man was evil, pure evil. But as he looked down at his lover, bringing him so much pleasure so easily, he felt a plummet of affection.

 

The Welshman nipped at his lover’s balls, rolling them with his tongue, before moving up to run a path up Jack’s shaft again. Then, without a single warning, Ianto kissed Jack’s thigh and took Jack whole into his mouth.

 

The Captain couldn’t help himself; he thrust hard into Ianto’s mouth, keening as a wave of pleasure pulled him under, hard and fast. He arched hard into the warmth and tightness of Ianto’s mouth, before climaxing with a shout.

 

Jack breathed hard and Ianto licked up his offering. Jack finally managed to pull free of the ties and dragged Ianto up into a hard, blistering kiss.

 

‘I think it’s your turn now’, Jack whispered, as he deftly unbuttoned Ianto’s shirt, and put his hands down Ianto’s trousers.

 

Ianto closed his eyes.

 

Suddenly, there was a scuffle of keys in a lock. Ianto opened his eyes and found Jack looking back with the same look.

 

‘JACK, HAVE TO-‘ Ianto yelled, moving frantically off of Jack.

 

There was a sudden rush as Ianto made to stand up, only to be toppled over by Jack. He made to stand up again, only to find himself in a hopeless tangle of trousers and ties.

 

‘OH MY GIDDY GO-‘

 

Ianto closed his eyes again, as he heard his sister squeak at the sight, and felt more than heard Jack in his attempt to look decent.

 

Ianto got up to see Rhiannon standing at the door like a bright red goldfish.

 

‘Sorry’, she mumbled, and ran out of the room.

 

Jack breathed hard and looked at his lover.

 

‘Sorry?’, Jack said, questioningly.

 

Ianto huffed. ‘Yeah- don’t get used to it, she won’t ever say that again- she just got surprised, that’s all.’

 

Ianto started picking his trousers from the pile, and began pulling them on, pretending not to notice that Jack was watching him. ‘We have about half an hour before she turns up again.’

 

Jack grinned. ‘I don’t think we’ll be babysitting again.’

 

‘Oh no. She’ll make me babysit- she’ll just make sure you don’t come along.’

 

Jack was still grinning. Ianto pulled his trousers up with one swift move.

 

‘What?’, he said, feeling slightly put off.

 

Jack wound an arm around his lover’s waist.

 

‘There was some point when I thought I was going to lose you’, Jack said, softly. ‘I told myself, after that, if I ever get another minute with you I’ll make sure I don’t waste it.’

 

Ianto looked down at the Captain, and despite his apprehension with their current situation, he kissed the older man’s forehead.

 

Jack smiled. ‘We have half an hour.’

 

Ianto looked at the door, then back at Jack.

 

‘Show me how I make you feel’. The Welshman whispered, smiling quietly.

 

TBC

 

What do you think? I realise this is more smutty than fluff- the next chapter is more fluffy than smutty, so I think it evens out. I hope this turned out okay, because I was writing it quite fast and in a public place, so I was worried at the time if anyone was looking over my shoulder!

 

Please do comment, it means the world! One more chapter left, guys!

  

 

 

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Serendipity- No More Divides [PART THREE (1/3)]

July 30th, 2009 (05:11 pm)
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Okay, finally! Part three! YAY! The three chapter epilogue. Atleast i think its three chapters. could be four. But thats at the most. Anyways, i've got to say- HOW QUICK AM I? I'm proud of myself, for once, i've managed to get stuff out quickly. Two fics in a day. I know its not much, but its more than i manage!

i'm really tired now, i've been awake all night, so i'll just post on here and finish off later. So i guess only my F list will see this.

Okay, here it is- again, sorry for the lack of LJ CUT- LJ is screwing up big time!

Title:  No More Divides [PART THREE(1/3)]

Chapter: 1 of 3

Series: Serendipity

Author:[info]2nd_toshikoWord Count: 1,715 words

 

Rating: PG 13

Character(s): Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, Owen, John Hart.

Genre(s): Gen, Retcon fiction, romance, angsty fluff

Warning(s)/Spoiler(s): MAJOR for TW S2 ‘Exit Wounds’, ‘Fragments’, and TW S1 ‘Cyberwoman’.

Disclaimer(s): I do NOT own Torchwood OR Doctor Who, nor do I own the characters, pairings, storylines etc. They are the sole property of the almighty BBC, the Torchwood/Doctor Who Production Team and (unfortunately for us) Russell T Davies. No money is being made out of this, and I’m still a student, so please don’t sue me- I have NO money!

 

Summary: ‘Ianto…’ Jack breathed. Ianto didn’t answer, and wouldn’t stop shaking.

Let me alone, let me go. I can’t feel…for you, I don’t want to feel anything again. Not after this. Not ever, not ever-

Jack took his coat off. It was wet, but it was a warmth. He wrapped it around himself and Ianto.

 

Author’s Note: Part Three is the epilogue of this series, and is about 3 chapters long. This is the first chapter.  Please remember that this series is now officially AU, and TW S2 ‘Fragments’ and ‘Exit Wounds’ NEVER HAPPENED. Thank you, and comments are very adored! BTW, I told you guys I’d be faster now!

 

 

 

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RECAP: John and Jack find Ianto from where Gray had forced John to bury him, and they get back to the Hub to find that Gray has killed Ianto’s mother. Ianto is thrown into turmoil and reverses the retcon effect and remembers everything. From there, this carries on.

 

 

PART THREE: THE EPILOGUE

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

 

Ianto looked straight at Jack. ‘I remember everything’.

 

Jack opened his mouth to say something. Anything, something, everything. But before he could begin, Ianto whispered:

 

‘Mam….’

 

The team looked at the woman limp on the floor, cold and…

 

You come near my family, and I swear, I’ll be the death of you.

 

So long ago, for Jack, Helen had said that to him.

 

I’m the death of her.

 

Suddenly, there was a small click as John appeared from behind Jack and automatically opened the cells. Without Jack realising what had happened, a blur sped past him and wrapped Ianto in her arms.

 

Ianto howled out loud and fell to the floor in Gwen’s arms. She hugged him tight as they fell, as the Welshman fought to get out of her arms.

 

Jack stood there, helpless and unable to do anything. His body ached to close itself on Ianto, to hold the man as he wept. But, he supposed, Gwen did it better.

 

 

‘I lost Lisa to Torchwood,’ Ianto sobbed. ‘I think I lost her here!’

 

‘Ianto, I know, I know’ Gwen soothed, while tears struck her face.

 

Ianto became a massive force on her, indignant.

 

‘I mean, right here! On this spot!’

 

He was right, Jack remembered, it had been around here…

 

Images of a half-converted Lisa filled Jack’s mind, Ianto’s bewilderment at when bright red spots appeared on her body as she was shot again and again, his despair as he saw Tosh, Owen, Gwen and Jack at gunshot.

 

The horror of it all sank like bile in Jack’s stomach.

 

‘I’ve lost everything, everything here, get me out, LET ME GO!’, Ianto yelled uncontrollably.

 

Tosh and Owen stood in the cells; Ianto’s meltdown seeming unnatural and horrific to them. Out of the whole team, he’d held on when Lisa died, Canary Wharf, cannibals- seeing him let go like this seemed horrendous, unreal.

 

John Hart didn’t know if he’d seen this kind of emotion before. Certainly not in a long time. It seemed to him that he didn’t know what to do with his…hands. Jack looked like he could crawl on the floor and just cry with the man.

 

The scary thing was that John had never seen him like that before.

 

As Ianto cried, Jack’s arms twitched, his face became completely neutral. John sensed a change in the atmosphere.

 

This could never be good.

 

‘Where are you going, Jack?’ Gwen called, as Jack began to walk out the lower floor. Ianto watched his lover walk away, and cried harder as he remembered the last time he’d talked to him, before all of this.

 

I’m too selfish to die…This way, no doubt about it Captain, I’ll find you again…

 

‘Where you going?’ Gwen asked again, her voice rising. ‘Come back!’

 

‘Jack!’, Owen yelled after him.

 

None of them made any attempt to go after the man, though.

 

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‘I’M HERE!’ Jack yelled out of the blue, running up the steps leading to his office. ‘Gray, please…I’m here, stop this!’

 

He wasn’t too surprised when he felt the receiving end of a gun barrel at the back of his head.

 

‘Move, and I shoot’, his brother said. Gray jerked Jack’s head until he was facing him. ‘Hello, dear beloved brother.’

 

‘Gray, listen to me here’, Jack tried. ‘You’ve got to stop this.’

 

‘Always the favourite. The favourite son’.

 

‘Gray- listen. I can help you…’

 

Jack screamed in pain as Gray expertly twisted his head, breaking his neck. He was dead within seconds.

 

Gray watched with satisfaction as the older man sunk to the floor. Finally.

 

He stalked towards the door, when he noticed on the desk….

 

A large box sat there, half open, obviously ancient, yet looked intricate enough to be manufactured beyond the 21st century.

 

He picked it, surprise momentarily taking him as sand fell out. Lots and lots of it. He sniffed it, a shiver going down his spine. It smelled like…

 

BANG.

 

Gray fell to the floor, the sand spraying everywhere as Jack wrestled him. Something wet fell on the younger man’s face.

 

‘I tried to save you,’ Jack rasped, as he pulled out some pads from his pocket. ‘I never gave up on you, I never forgave myself…’

 

‘You’re meant to be dead!’ Gray bellowed, hitting Jack’s chest, but the older man was stronger, bigger. ‘You’re, you’re…’

 

‘I can’t die.’ Jack whispered. ‘It’s a penance, for everything I’ve done. I’ll take it because I have to.’

 

Gray zoned out for a moment, before pulling Jack’s head to his. Their breaths mingled, and Jack froze.

 

‘I’ll never forgive you’, Gray hissed. ‘Even In the darkness- I’ll never forgive you’.

 

Jack breathed deeply, closed his eyes, and pushed the chloroform sodden pad on Gray’s mouth.

 

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It was nice here, in a way. Quiet. Calm. No one speaking. Just a darkness that drew him closer-

 

‘Wake up!’

 

No, leave me be-

 

‘Jack!’

 

Jack opened his eyes. He was wet, drenched in his own blood, and some tears and sweat. He was curled around Gray’s lifeless body.

Jack froze. ‘No, I didn’t, I couldn’t have-‘

 

Arms weaved around Jack’s waist, hugging him on the floor.

 

‘I’m sorry’.

 

Jack turned around to see John. Tears streamed down Jack’s face.

 

‘I didn’t…did i?’ Jack whispered. ‘I didn’t….did i?’

 

John looked at Jack for the longest time, as if trying to pull something out of his head. Jack wouldn’t be surprised if he was.

 

‘No’, John said, carefully. ‘You just…suffocated him. I…did it. Killed him. It had to be done.’

 

Jack let out a breath, his body shaking, weeping.

 

‘It had to be done, Jack.’

 

Jack wept quietly, stroking Gray’s forehead, cold and solid. He nodded.

 

John still hadn’t let go of his waist. ‘get up’.

 

No.

 

‘Get up, Jack’.

 

Jack faced him again. ‘I need to…I need…I need-‘

 

John kissed his forehead. ‘I’m sorry. I know…what you’re thinking.’

 

‘I let you go. Gray let you go. Why are you still here?’

 

John pulled him up, his face tired.

 

‘I let you know when I figure it out. Maybe my third chance will be the one that sticks.’

 

He looked almost kindly at Jack.

 

‘I’m sorry for…your losses’, he said, and hesitated. ‘You might want to…’

 

He breathed. Jack was looking at Gray, still sobbing silently.

 

‘You’re not the only one hurting’, John said, almost inaudibly.

 

Jack jerked his head towards the door.

 

Ianto.

 

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They’re packing her up. Like a package. Packaging. Mam never liked body bags, she always said she felt sorry for road victims…

 

They’re just going to lock her up in storage, like the others. Like Suzie and Alex and all the others in there.

 

She’s just another Death By Torchwood.

 

Kill me. Kill me now. I’ve got nothing to live for.

 

 

 

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Jack stepped into the hazardous lower floors, watching as Gwen wrestled a weevil back into its cell with a broken arm, as Tosh tried to regain some order, as Owen cleaned up…Ianto’s mother.

 

The younger man was shaking, hard, sitting in a corner. He wasn’t crying anymore. Just shaking. His heart breaking.

 

Jack heard fire extinguishers as he walked, silently, towards the man, muttered words and weevil growls harsh on his ears, even while his heart pounded.

 

A simple device had killed so many. It was only irony that the ones it had hurt the most where the ones that were alive, breathing.

 

‘Ianto…’ Jack breathed, standing above the Welshman. Ianto didn’t answer, and wouldn’t stop shaking.

 

Let me alone, let me go. I can’t feel…for you, I don’t want to feel anything again. Not after this. Not ever, not ever-

 

Jack rapidly took his coat off. It was wet, but it was a warmth. He wrapped it around himself and Ianto, both of them huddling as the team attempted to clear all signs of death.

 

It was never that easy.

 

‘I…’ Ianto began weakly. Jack’s heat was making his head spin. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this close to the Captain.

 

‘I…found you again’, Ianto finished, in a whisper. ‘No doubt about it, Captain, I’ll always…find you.’

 

Jack pulled him closer, and more tears fell down their faces.

 

They’d lost together.

 

They’d lost each other.

 

Now, at least, they could cry, holding each other.

 

TBC

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Okay, that’s it. Enough torture! Janto reconciled, now there’s going to be a lot of making up and fluff. I think after C of E, we need that much. Together, Ianto and Jack will get past all this, mother and brother. So no more Thrace warnings, cave girls and mallets aimed at me, please!

 

Please comment! Chapter two will be up shortly.

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Serendipity- Behind Closed Doors [PART TWO(8/8)]


So finally...The last chapter of PART TWO of Serendipity! i KNOW its been forever since i last updated, and any readers i had must be pissed off with me, but PLEASE read! pretty please?

I promise PART THREE will be up soon, its only three chapters long, and tells of how it all ends.

I'm sorry this isn't under a LJ cut, but for some reason, the stupid thing messes up everytime i do it. sorry!

Title:  Behind Closed Doors [PART TWO(8/8)]

Chapter: 8 final chapter of PART TWO.

Series: Serendipity

Author: [info]2nd_toshiko

Word Count: 1,278 words.

Rating: 15+

Character(s): Jack/Ianto, Helen Jones.

Genre(s): Gen, Retcon fiction, romance, angsty fluff

Warning(s)/Spoiler(s): None, in this one.

Disclaimer(s): I do NOT own Torchwood OR Doctor Who, nor do I own the characters, pairings, storylines etc. They are the sole property of the almighty BBC, the Torchwood/Doctor Who Production Team and (unfortunately for us) Russell T Davies. No money is being made out of this, and I’m still a student, so please don’t sue me- I have NO money!

 

Summary: ‘You’re sorry?’ Helen repeated, her eyes wide with anger. ‘Where did ‘sorry’ ever get anyone in the world? Ianto’s in my house, right now, sedated and hurt. I don’t know how it happened, and you’re telling me he won’t remember the last few years when he wakes up. I don’t even know who you are and I’ve been losing my son to you, all this years, again and again.’

 

Author’s Note: This is the FINAL chapter of Part Two. I promise (and I mean it this time) PART THREE will be up very shortly. Part Three is the epilogue of this series, and is about 3 chapters long. PART ONE can be found in the Masterlist linked below. Please remember that this series is now officially AU, and TW S2 ‘Fragments’ and ‘Exit Wounds’ NEVER HAPPENED. Thank you, and comments are very adored!

 

 

 RECAP: Jack finally finds John and gives him one last chance, letting him get away. Owen figures out the only way to save Ianto is for him to take retcon, so this chapter carries on from there

 

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Chapter Eight

 

Jack walked to the cells quietly and efficiently, knowing what he was about to do.

 

I won’t let it break me.

 

Ianto lay still, in that cell. Jack stood in front of the glass for a while, his courage failing him.

Ianto opened his eyes from where he lay on the small camp bed and met Jack’s glaze. His calm glance matched Jack’s quietly tragic one.

 

‘Jack’, Ianto croaked. Jack flinched, quickly put his hands up, pulling any weapons he had on himself out, and putting them to the floor. It broke Ianto’s heart to see Jack so…scared.

 

‘Jack, I-‘Ianto began, but Jack interrupted, slowly entering Ianto’s cell. The Welshman felt his breath catch in his thought.

 

So close.

Close enough to hug. To kiss.

 

To kill.

 

‘We don’t have much time’, Jack said, quietly. ‘Owen’s already doing his nut in about me being in here at all-‘

 

‘What are you going to do?’

 

Jack found himself unable to look at his lover. They could both hear the water dripping down the water tower above, and the moan of the weevils aside them.

 

‘Retcon’, Jack whispered. ‘It’s the only way. Owen says the Retcon should manage to override any memories you have of me, so…so it’ll stop all this…’

 

‘How much memory’, Ianto said, nonchalantly.

 

‘Everything you have on Torchwood’, Jack answered, his voice low and tortured. His eyes were tired, his body, though, carefully controlled against breaking down.

 

‘So…I’ll forget you?’ Ianto managed. Stupid question.

 

‘You’ll forget me’.

 

‘I see’.

 

Silence. Jack couldn’t stand it.

 

‘You can’t remember me’, he said, stressing every word. ‘Whatever I’m doing, it’s not wrong- it has to be done. I’m not…I’m not-‘

 

‘It has to be done’, Ianto repeated, calmly.

 

‘IT’S BETTER THAN HAVING YOU DEAD!’ Jack bellowed suddenly. Ianto jerked, as if Jack had actually slapped him.

 

All this guilt, all this guilt swarming him, like rotting butter. Smothering him.

 

‘Sorry’, Jack muttered, quietly.

 

‘Of course it is, though’, Ianto said. ‘You’re right’.

 

‘How are you doing it?’ Jack whispered. ‘Do you really hate me this much?’

 

‘What?’

 

‘You don’t…’ Jack began, his eyebrows contorted in what seemed like anger, and sadness. ‘You don’t even care!’

 

Ianto blinked, a sudden desire washing over him. Suddenly, Jack was pulled headfirst towards the camp bed, and thrusted down onto it, his face directly under Ianto’s, who was now above him.

 

‘Of course I care’, Ianto hissed, his breath tantalising and hot. The warmth fell over Jack, who seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

 

He could kill me now, and I wouldn’t ever stop him.

 

‘Of course I care’, Ianto hissed. ‘I care so much, I bleed for you. I want you so much I hate you. But I don’t want this, for it to be like this- hating you for things that have nothing to do with me, things you haven’t even done, unable to be close to you…’

 

He pulled the older man closer, his lips inches away from the immortal’s.

 

‘But I’m selfish enough to want to live…’cause this way, no doubt about it Captain, I’ll find you again. I’ll remember you, somehow, the way I loved you.’

 

Jack caught Ianto’s face and pulled him to his mouth, finally. Blistering kisses rained on the younger man’s face, his neck, his shoulder…

 

‘Jack’, Ianto gasped. ‘You’re killing me…I could…I could kill you now’.

 

‘You won’t.’

 

‘But I could-‘

 

But you won’t.’

 

Ianto watched as Jack tore his shirt open, kissing and licking at Ianto’s chest, his abdomen, his navel button. Ianto groaned. After a few moments, Jack stopped kissing, breathing hard on Ianto’s stomach.

 

He pulled up, and looked his lover in the face. It suddenly became noticeable that Jack was now crying, silently.

 

‘Jack…’ Ianto whimpered, his chest suddenly heavy. ‘Don’t…’

 

Jack wiped his face, and pulled out two pills from his pocket.

 

‘Take them’, Jack said, as calmly as possible. ‘Forget me’.

 

Ianto considered the Captain, before taking the pills. Jack watched as Ianto swallowed them slowly.

 

‘Thank you’, Ianto said.

 

Jack stroked his face, managing a ghost of a smile. ‘You never know, we might meet again’.

 

‘We will’.

 

‘Its probably best if we don’t’.

 

Ianto grabbed Jack’s neck, and held his head. ‘We will…I’ll find you, somehow…somehow, it’ll get better.’

 

‘I’m never that lucky’, Jack whispered.

 

Before Ianto could say anything, Jack pulled him down onto the camp bed again, kissing him, before moving down.

 

‘Jack…what are you doing?’ Ianto breathed, watching as Jack stroked his skin.

 

The older man reached Ianto’s crotch.

 

‘Etching you to memory’.

 

Eventually, Ianto fell asleep.

 

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Jack sat on a bench near the lake, looking not at the water, but at the small cottage besides it.

 

He felt calm, serene almost. He’d remain like this, he knew, until he reached the Hub, and watched his team work, minus his lover. Then he would break down.

 

For now, he’d be happy for some sanity.

 

Just a little.

 

After a few minutes a small woman appeared out of the cottage, looking straight at Jack. It seemed to him that she did so for a formidable amount of time, before stalking over to him.

 

‘So you’re the boss’, the woman said defiantly, her watery blue eyes so like her son’s.

 

Helen Jones challenged Jack to give an answer.

 

‘I am’.

 

‘You did this to him?’

 

Jack’s voice caught in his throat. Tears streaked down both of their faces.

 

‘What does he do?’ Helen whispered. ‘What does he do for a living? There was once a upon a time when my son used to tell me everything, from what he ate on his trip to Leicester to when he lost his virginity. He never once mentioned you. And now I don’t even know what my son does at work!’

 

‘I didn’t mean to harm him’, Jack croaked.

 

Helen balled up her fist, fury rushing through her veins, and punched Jack in the face.

 

Jack staggered backwards, feeling a bruise build up near his cheek. Somehow, he had expected this.

 

‘I’m sorry’.

 

‘You’re sorry?’ Helen repeated, her eyes wide with anger. ‘You’re sorry? Where did ‘sorry’ ever get anyone in the world? Ianto’s in my house, right now, sedated and hurt. I don’t know how it happened, and you’re telling me he won’t remember the last few years when he wakes up. I don’t even know who you are and I’ve been losing my son to you, all this years, again and again.’

 

Jack’s stomach filled with rats, his heart burning. There wasn’t a moment when it didn’t hurt, his mind stuck in an abyss. He’d never felt so small.

 

‘Just’, Helen started again. ‘Just keep away from him now. I don’t want to see you again, or anywhere near my family’.

 

She forced one last penetrating glaze on the immortal man, before making to walk to her house.

 

‘Stay away from Ianto, or I swear, I’ll be the death of you.’

 

Jack watched after the woman, even as she closed the door to her house, somewhere in there, his lover was sleeping away his memories.

 

Jack turned away, walking to the SUV.

 

He wouldn’t cry. Not now. Later.

 

The tears fell, again.

 

Stay away from Ianto, or I swear, I’ll be the death of you.

 

Somehow, he believed her.

 

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Months later.

 

His throat burned, aching of pent up anger and longing.

 

Ianto was back.

 

Fire surrounded him, his team as the Hub fell to destruction. Helen Jones lay dead, in the middle of it all.

 

‘I remember’, Ianto whispered, his voice like a scream in the quiet. ‘I remember everything.’

 

TBC

 

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PLEASE READ THIS:

 

Sorry for the MAJOR delay in the posting of this. I’ve finally finished writing up the whole series, so the rest will be out promptly. The reason for the lateness is that I’ve been very busy recently, having just moved the America for the next 6 months. The first part of PART THREE will be out latest TOMORROW. I PROMISE. I realise I lost a lot of readers through all this, and for that I’m sorry.

 

Anyways, this is the end of PART TWO, and I seriously urge any readers I have left to re-read the end of PART ONE, which is linked here. Either ways, I will be re-capping in a few sentences in the next chapter. PART THREE goes back to where PART ONE ended, if anyone remembers, that was when Ianto finally remembers everything after having being retconned, which was shown in PART TWO.

 

PART THREE shows how It all ends.

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SERENDIPITY MASTER LIST



SERENDIPITY MASTERLIST.

 Many thanks to Just_being_me08, who beta'd throughout this series, and to seether_79, who made the beautiful banner and serendipity icon, as seen here.

Help me justify the way you live a lie. Please. Somehow. This man, this incredulous man, should in front of him now, amazingly, against all odds that Jack would ever see this lover again.’

 

 


PART ONE:

 The story, as it goes, after Ianto was retconned.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four


SPIN OFF I

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

 

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PART TWO:

The story, as it goes, of why Ianto was retconned and the events of before.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

 

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PART THREE: EPILOGUE.

Back to after Ianto remembers what he forgot due to Retcon.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three


All in all, if anyone notices, this story has been written like a jigsaw, a form of a puzzle. The three parts can be read in any order, and still make sense, chronologically, or as a flashback system etc. For example, if you want to read the series in time order, read from PART TWO, then PART ONE, then PART THREE.
It occured to me to do it like this when a friend pointed out to me that i seem to be 'chronologically disabled'- i can't ever write anything in any time order. This way, i suppose, i've proved to her i can, while also sticking to my non-chronological method!

 

A RETCON FIC. CONSISTS OF THREE PARTS.

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JOIN THE PROTEST!

July 11th, 2009 (05:38 pm)


THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO PROTEST AGAINST THE HAPPENINGS OF CHILDREN OF EARTH, TORCHWOOD:

I can't think fo anyone who hasn't heard whats going to happen. Please let me know if anyone wants me to put this in spoiler alert.

But please, to all ym LJ friends who ahevnt already done so, check this COMM:http://community.livejournal.com/savecoffeeboy/

And there's also this great idea going around that we should send coffee to the BBC. I totally go for this idea, and i BEG people to do the same. It could make all the difference, and even if it doesn't- they'll know what we think!

so SEND COFFEE TO THE BBC!

at this address: BBC Wales
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also, theres an idea going around to send a pic of coffee to the this BBC email- i urge people to try this one too. if enough people do it, we cpuld end up on UK news!

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Please join the protest- RTD should never have done what he did, and even if he never listens to his fanbase, in this way he CAN'T ignore us. lets do what we can!

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Its not happening....

July 10th, 2009 (07:04 pm)
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I'm Feeling So...: angry


Okay, so i'm just going to go out and say it. i dont care if anyone thinks im stupid or in denial etc whatever, but someone, anyone with any IDEA WHATS GOING ON, please reply!

This is for anyone who has watched Day Four of C of E Torchwood

Please Read- MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR END OF DAY FOUR TORCHWOOD )

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Torchwood in an hour....

July 6th, 2009 (08:01 pm)
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Thirty Years (ONE SHOT)

June 18th, 2009 (09:03 pm)
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Serendipity- When Even Doctors Don't Know What To Do (7/8)

click here for SERENDIPITY chapter 6! )

 

‘Oh for fucks sake, Ianto!’ Owen moaned, as he heaved the Welshman towards the cells. ‘You weigh a ton!’

 

‘Jack likes it’, Ianto muttered, deliriously. ‘Said he never did go much for string beans…that’s why he’s never shagged you.’

 

Great.

 

Owen slowed down in his movements. ‘This isn’t what it looks like, you know. We just need to-‘

 

‘I know,’ Ianto said, breathing hard. ‘I’m not safe. Even I know that. Just get me in a cell.’

 

Owen pulled him into the nearest empty cell, ignoring the growls of the weevils nearby.

 

‘Save me, Owen’.

 

Owen froze. ‘What?’

 

The Welshman was looking at him helplessly.

 

‘I’m dead, Owen,’ Ianto spoke, voice low and tinged with fright. ‘I’m not me anymore. There’s something in me that’s turning me inside out, and its killing me. I don’t want to feel like this.’

 

Owen stared, cautiously as Ianto continued. ‘Something inside me wants to hate you all.’

 

Suddenly, Ianto’s face contorted, twisting with pain. Just as Owen was about to open the glass door, Ianto began banging on it.

 

‘Let me OUT!’, he yelled, shaking his head in frenzy. Owen moved back in shock. ‘Jack needs to pay for this, all of this. I’ll do it with my own bare hands-‘

 

Owen banged on the cell glass. ‘Ianto, stop it!’

 

‘I need to, I NEED TO-‘

 

‘IANTO!’ Owen yelled. ‘This isn’t…this isn’t you. You and Jack…’

 

‘Jack needs to pay with his blood’, Ianto spat. ‘He’s damaged me…’

 

Then, again, Ianto’s face contorted, and Owen moved back. Ianto began sobbing.

 

‘Help me, Owen,’ he wept, sliding down against the wall. ‘…Kill me.’

 

Kill me.

 

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John kept his face blank. ‘What device?’

 

Jack faced him, his own face dark as murder. ‘He…he acts like…he knows you. Yan’s acting scared and dangerous, all at the same time…’

 

Jack laughed. ‘I haven’t seen anyone like that that you haven’t made feel’.

 

John looked at him. ‘Caught me’.

 

‘Let him go NOW’.

 

‘Can’t’

 

Jack pulled out his gun, as John shook his head in mirth.

 

‘A gun!’, John laughed. ‘Another bikini cops thing, is it? Dashing men in suits, black coats and gigantic guns…’

 

‘We’re Torchwood’.

 

‘Bikini cops sounds better. And if you liked suits so much, you could’ve just told me’, Jon continued. His voice became more grave. ‘I can’t let him go’.

 

Jacks face twisted in fury. ‘Why not?’

 

John paced around the Captain. ‘He’s tied to the machine. I can’t do anything.’ The look Jack was giving would’ve killed him in an instant. ‘Come on! It was just a bit of fun’.

 

‘You gave this …thing to Ianto?’

 

‘Yup’.

 

‘This was never a funny joke.’

 

‘We never did have the same humour.’

 

‘And for that, thank God.’, Jack turned to walk out of the tourist office door. ‘And I never want to see you again.’

 

‘Breaking the device won’t kill me, Jack’, John said softly. Jack whipped around, his arm point at John.

 

‘I’m giving you a chance!’ Jack bellowed. ‘One chance…again. Final chance. I never, ever want to see you again…never.’

 

John watched Jack walk out, into the Plass, before smiling brilliantly.

‘You were never much good at 21st century Language’, he said to himself. ‘And you never did understand. Gray really is back.’

 

 

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Tosh watched as Owen came up from the cells, looking more disturbed than she had ever seen him.

 

‘He thinks…’ Owen began, as Gwen turned to attention. ‘He thinks he’s someone else, half the time. Either that or he’s had a drastic personality change; because I don’t believe that’s Ianto.’

 

‘What do you mean?’ Gwen asked, quickly.

 

‘He was acting so weird-different. You should’ve seen, there’s no explaining it.’

 

‘I’ll bring up CCTV’, Tosh said, quietly, typing away. Owen stopped her.

 

‘Don’t’, he said, quickly. ‘I don’t want to see that again’.

 

‘What did you mean; Ianto’s not acting like himself?’ Gwen asked. Owen looked thoughtful for a second.

 

‘He keeps saying…he keeps saying something’s changing him. I just know it’s not him…he says what ever made him this way, it had something to do with Jack.’

 

He paused. ‘He wants to kill him. He’s remembering things that haven’t happened…he said that’s what’s making him hate us all.’

 

Tosh gasped inwardly, facing the computer, unable to face her colleagues.

 

‘Then what do we do?’ she said, softly, as she stared at the coffee machine, behind her computer. ‘There’s not much we can do’.

 

That’s when Tosh’s comm. Bleeped, and Tosh looked at Owen.

 

There was only one thing they knew that got rid of memories, good or bad.

 

 

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‘Tosh, I want you to do a surveillance of any alien technology in Ianto’s flat, the Hub, his parents home- I’m sending you the address-, and any other place Ianto might have gone in the past few weeks.’

 

‘Hang on, Jack…I’m getting readings from his flat.’

 

‘Exact location?’

 

‘Sending to you now, it’ll be a minute’.

 

BLEEP.

 

Ten minutes later, Jack was in Ianto’s flat, in Ianto’s suit pocket.

He held the tiny, flashing device in his palm, willing it break to pieces in his glare.

 

‘Got it, Toshiko. Thank you.’

 

‘What is it, Jack?’

 

‘I’ll explain more when I get back. It needs to be destroyed first.’

 

And I need to get Ianto back.

 

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Tosh pulled out his comm, watching Gwen as she walked away, before turning her head in Owen’s direction.

 

He was studiously ignoring her.

 

‘What are we going to do, Owen?’ Tosh asked, calmly.

 

We can’t do it.

 

Owen was still ignoring her, looking thoughtful.

 

‘Owen’. Her voice rang out, this time, loud and crystal, desperate for an answer. Owen , for the first time, considered how close Ianto and Tosh might have been.

 

‘I don’t see an alternative, Tosh, I really don’t’.

 

Tosh looked at him. ‘Don’t do it.’

 

‘Tosh, please, just fuck off-‘

 

‘I can’t’, Tosh breathed, walking to him. ‘Are you REALLY going to retcon him? You think Jack’s going to ever let you? What do you think its going to do to Ianto?’

 

‘I’m not sure its even going to work…didn’t Ianto once say he was resistant?’

 

‘You and me both know he won’t be able to fight higher dosages’, Tosh argued. ‘And it’s still very wrong’.

 

‘Then you be the fucking doctor, Tosh!’ he yelled at her, making the Japanese woman jump. ‘You’d make a better doctor than me any day. I can’t…there’s nothing else I can think of.’

 

He made to walk away before he paused. ‘You and I know he’s deteriorating, how long do you think he’s going to be able to fight whatever it is? Do you want to die?’

 

Tosh stayed silent, and she heard Owen’s voice wobble.

 

‘I’m sorry. It’s all I know to do. I’m going to tell Jack when he gets here, and you better back me up when he’s here, ‘cause Gwen’s going to have my shit with her morality crap’.

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Save me, Jack, do something. Come and get me. I’m dying….I’M DYING.

 

I hate myself.

 

I hate YOU.

 

I need you dead.

 

Why won’t you die?

 

Both you and I deserve to die…

 

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TBC

 

What do you think? I know this chapter was a little shorter than the rest, and I actually intended to add more, but it didn’t seem to work with what im planning next. Please keep reading guys, I know this fic is getting a little…scary! (As I’ve been told).

And please comment- it means a lot and keeps me writing! Thanks for reading!


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Serendipity-You've Become Someone I Don't Recognize (5/6)

June 8th, 2009 (05:47 pm)
bouncy

Where Am I?: Home!
I'm Feeling So...: bouncy
On My iPod: Nothing!


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