Author: Milady Dragon
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Toshiko/Kathy, one-sided Tommy/Toshiko
Spoilers: Both series up to S2, E3, "To the Last Man" and a small mention of the audio book, "Department X""
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's note: Here's the Dragon-Verse version of "To the Last Man". As always dating was taken from a couple of fan-made timelines, especially Ianto's Desktop, and facts of the episode from the TARDIS Wiki. Also, in the actual episode, it says it takes place on the 20th, on a Friday. However, the only day that falls on in 2008 is in September, so I jiggered the date just a little.
Summary: It's the time of year when Tommy Brockless, the frozen World War One soldier, is awakened for one day. Only this time, things will be very different.
17 July 2008
“And the sensors are in the bin under my desk,” Toshiko said, her hands practically fluttering in her obvious nervousness. “You’ll need to take those out to St Teilo’s just before you wake Tommy up –“
“Yes, Tosh, we know,” Jack answered, barely keeping his laughter in check. He grabbed his friend’s hands in his, stilling their frantic movements. “We’ll be fine, I promise.”
“I just feel bad about leaving the three of you here,” she admitted. “I want to make sure everything’s going to run smoothly.”
“We know,” Ianto said, coming to join them at Toshiko’s station. “But I think you’re more nervous about meeting Kathy’s family than leaving us in the lurch.” His tone was teasing, and Jack elbowed him lightly in the ribs, knowing just how much this meant to Toshiko. She desperately wanted to make a good impression.
She shook her head. “I never would have asked for time off if I’d known we’d already be one down –“
“We’ve made do with three team members before,” Jack pointed out. “All you have to do is make friendly with the potential in-laws and let us worry about things around here.”
“Jack’s right,” Ianto agreed. “Working with just the three of us isn’t undoable. We’ll handle it just fine, don’t worry.”
Jack put his arm around his mate, tugging him close. It had taken a bit of time, but he finally felt as if he could accept that what had occurred with both Suzie and Gwen hadn’t entirely been his fault. Both women had made their own decisions; Suzie had known the danger of alien tech, and yet she hadn’t even attempted to get help with the glove, and Gwen hadn’t even bothered to try to fit in with the team. Yes, there was some responsibility on his part as well, but he was only human, albeit an immortal one, and he didn’t have any sort of precognition when he’d hired the women. Plus, Suzie had been a solid teammate for nearly seven years, even if Ianto hadn’t completely trusted her. As for Gwen…well, Jack had been so in love with the idea that there seemed to be someone out there that resembled Rose, at least in personality, and it really wasn’t until much later that he’d come to realise that any sort of resemblance was only on the surface. He’d been blinded by what he’d lost, but he’d learned just who the real Gwen Cooper was and had let her go.
It was now time to move on. They were even looking for replacements, to bring the team back up to five, which was a very positive step forward.
“You deserve the time off,” Jack went on. “Ianto and I had ours off, and Owen gets his when you get back.”
“But you and Ianto had been through so much after that year,” Toshiko argued. “I just sat on my arse in Ddraig Llyn.”
“And you ran an entire resistance practically by yourself,” the dragon added. “You and Kathy both need this time, and I’m going to be blunt here: Jack and I both know you don’t really want to be here when we wake up Tommy.”
Toshiko’s shoulders slumped. “You’re right, and I feel like a complete coward for it.”
“There’s no need for that,” Jack hand-waved her confession. “Tommy has a bit of a crush on you, and it would be difficult enough for you to have to deal with that, let alone hide the fact that you’re in a relationship with a woman. He’d never understand if it came out, and it’s just simpler this way. We’ll worry about it next year, when we have to wake him up again.”
Ianto nodded. “This year, you’re out of town visiting family. That’s all he needs to know.”
“There was a time,” she sighed, “when I really thought he and I…but that was never going to happen. He’s needed to save the world when it comes down to it, and only having one day a year…no, there really was no future for us. It’s such a shame, because he’s a great guy.”
“It is,” Jack agreed. “I wish this didn’t have to be put on him, but Time can be such a bitch.”
Toshiko rolled her eyes. “I think that’s putting it mildly, Jack.”
“But that’s neither here nor there,” Ianto said. “This is your holiday, and you don’t have to worry about us while you’re gone. Just enjoy yourself and relax.”
“That’s easy for you to say! You’re not going to meet your lover’s family!”
The dragon snorted. “Been there; done that. It was awkward but look at me and Alice now…she’s the daughter I’ll never have.”
“Don’t think it’s gonna be a disaster going in,” Jack suggested. “You’re going to jinx yourself that way.” He released his mate and pulled her into a hug.
“Hands off my girlfriend, Harkness,” Kathy Swanson’s order had them all turning. The detective inspector had obviously come up through the car park entrance, and she was standing on the top step leading down into the lower Hub, her arms crossed over her chest, the mass of tiny braids she wore tied back into a thick ponytail. Despite the expression of moral outrage she was looking far more relaxed than he could recall seeing her in a while.
“Kathy!” Jack exclaimed, grinning. “I just knew sharing the door code with you had been a really bad idea.” He let Toshiko go, although it wasn’t because of the fact that the detective inspector was perfectly able to hand him his ass if she wanted it.
Of course it wasn’t.
“Yeah, I was just seeing what was keeping Tosh here,” she answered smartly. “Seems like now I know. Jones, you really need to keep your mate on a tight rein.”
“If I honestly thought it would work,” Ianto said blandly, “don’t you think I’d have done that a long time ago?”
“You can put reins on me anytime you’d like,” he said, leering at Ianto, enjoying playing up the kink in their relationship. Yes, there were a lot of things that he and Ianto loved doing together, but pretending to be a horse to Ianto’s rider…hmm, maybe that was something to think about…
“See?” the dragon pointed out. “He’d enjoy it too much.”
Jack mock-pouted, putting his arm back around Ianto. “You never let me have any fun.”
“You know that’s not true,” Ianto purred. “You know I let you have all sorts of fun.”
Kathy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Well, I’m here to take my girlfriend and travel to the wilds of Newport.”
“Yes, please take her away,” Ianto laughed. “She’s stressing over leaving us poor men on our own.”
“I just want to make plans for any contingency,” Toshiko proclaimed.
“And I think you have,” Jack smiled. “Get the hell out of here before Owen comes back from lunch and mocks you mercilessly.”
“Your bags are in the car,” Kathy said, as Toshiko opened her mouth to say something. “We can be at my parents’ house before dinnertime if we leave now.” Before Toshiko could protest, Kathy was dragging her toward the corridor leading to the rear entrance. “See you both in a week. Try not to destroy the city while we’re gone, all right?”
Jack threw her a salute that was just on this side of sarcastic. “No promises.”
“Wait, I need my laptop!” Toshiko’s voice floated back toward them as they left the Hub.
“No you don’t,” Kathy growled. “You’d only remote monitor this place with it anyway…”
Jack couldn’t help it; he laughed, it bubbling up from his stomach and making him throw his head back. “It’s a good thing Kathy showed up when she did,” he chuckled. “I’m not sure Tosh would have left on her own.”
“Thank you for agreeing with my cunning plan, after the fact,” Ianto winked. He pulled his mobile from his pocket and wiggled it in Jack’s direction.
“You called her?”
“Damned right I did! If I’d had to hear Toshiko give us the lowdown one more time…”
Jack rewarded his mate’s sneakiness with a kiss. “That was rather brilliant of you.”
“I hope you’ll reward my brilliance later.”
“Of course I will. But there’s nothing stopping us now…” He leaned forward to kiss Ianto once more.
Ianto stopped him with a finger to his lips. “Not now though, we do still have some work to do.”
Jack pouted once more, feeling hard done by. “Spoilsport.”
“Owen will be back anytime now,” Ianto pointed out, “and to be honest I don’t want him catching us once more. He drags everything way out of proportion when he does.”
“He’s just jealous.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Ianto said dryly, rolling his eyes. “Come on, we can go over the CV’s of the people we’re considering bringing in to take Gwen’s place.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to get someone hired in as soon as we can. It’s too bad Kathy won’t take us up on our offer.” It really was. Jack could see her fitting in with the team fairly seamlessly, and she had that streak of justice that had been missing in Gwen. Kathy would fight for what was right, but she would also have been willing to listen to the senior members of the team and not question every order Jack would give. Certainly, she’d want to know what motivated the order, but she’d not argue with him even when she was wrong. It was a shame, but Jack knew they wouldn’t budge her on it.
“I know, but we’ll never be able to talk her into it. However, we do have a few interesting people we could discuss,” the dragon said. “Let me make us some coffee and we can get started.”
“Sounds like a plan. I want to get someone in as soon as possible, preferably after Owen gets back from his own time off. That way you and I can start training and still have four for active field rotation. Why don’t I meet you in my office?”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Ianto agreed. He slipped out of Jack’s grasp and headed up toward the kitchen area.
“Hey!” he called, and the dragon stopped and turned. “Do you happen to have any Hob Nobs hidden away?” Jack gave his mate his best ‘starving and fading away’ expression, pressing his palms together as if in prayer.
Ianto snorted. “You should have taken Owen up on his offer to bring us back something for lunch.”
“I don’t trust that he wouldn’t spit in anything he brought back,” Jack joked, knowing damned well that their medic would do no such thing. To be honest, he hadn’t been hungry at the time, and he really wasn’t in the mood for kebabs.
Ianto looked at him fondly. “Yes Jack, I think I might have some Hob Nobs stashed away somewhere.”
“You are a star, a wonderful person, a perfect lover –“
“Don’t lay it on so thick,” the dragon laughed, blushing slightly. “I’m already going to bring you some.”
“I can think of thicker things,” Jack winked, laying as much suggestion into his voice as he could.
“Do we need to bring out the tape measure again?”
“We both already know that you have a distinct advantage,” Jack smirked. “At least you do in your natural form. Now, if we’re talking human forms…”
“In your dreams, Jack Harkness,” Ianto laughed even harder. “Now, go to your office and I’ll bring the coffee and snacks in.”
Jack saluted, this time in as saucy a way as he could. “Yes, sir!”
Ianto waggled a finger at him, then continued on his way, giving Jack a very nice view of his ass as he climbed the stairs.
Jack couldn’t help but grinning.
They were two into their pile of CV’s by the time Owen returned from his lunch break. He waved at them through the open office door, then headed down into his lair, calling out for coffee as he went.
Ianto sighed, sounding put-upon, and called the medic on the comm. telling him that there was a mug already on his desk, and to stop sounding like a whiney prat.
Jack had gone to all of his contacts to see if they could recommend people who would fit into their team, and he had to admit they’d come through. There were six UNIT files from Colonel Mace, two from Commodore Sullivan at MI-5, two more from the Cardiff police – not including Andy Davidson, Jack automatically setting his aside simply because he knew Kathy would have his hide if he even tried to poach her protégé. There were also several civilians that had made their way into his pile, and Jack and Ianto had begun to whittle the stack down to a more rational size.
“I’ve been thinking,” Ianto mused.
“Always dangerous,” Jack answered, and he flinched away when the dragon smacked him playfully on the arm.
“As I was saying,” he went on, “we really need to start thinking about getting someone in to handle the Tourist Office, so I can be freed up to do other things in the Hub. They wouldn’t have to be a field agent, just someone who can handle the odd tourist we get in, plus perhaps some of the not-quite-so secret paperwork.”
Jack leaned back in his chair. He knew he mate had been thinking about this for a while now, and to be honest Jack agreed. While Ianto was excellent at all the little jobs he did around the Hub, they really needed someone who could take up all the minutiae of everyday life within the Hub itself in order to free his mate up for other, more important, work.
“I didn’t think to ask for someone who could just do admin,” Jack replied, rubbing his chin. “It makes sense, though. We’ll have to come up with some qualifications for the job…” Then he looked at Ianto shrewdly. “Unless you already have someone in mind.”
“I might, yeah. I was thinking about Deborah Morrison.”
It took Jack a moment to realise who Ianto meant. “You mean that young woman who came through the Rift with John Ellis and Diane?” He then recalled her birth name, Emma-Louise Cowell.
Ianto nodded. “She’s currently taking classes out of Cardiff University, studying accounting at the moment. She had the notion of going into fashion design, but an internship she’d been counting on fell through. She hasn’t given up on that dream, but decided to get into business and accounting with the goal of opening her own business. We could even use her expertise on our own financials and taxes if needed.”
Jack considered. Deborah already knew about Torchwood, so there wouldn’t be a need to explain to her about what went on beyond the door of the Tourist Office. Also, Jack was aware that Ianto knew now to run a business, and if he was putting Deborah up for helping out with Torchwood’s financial reports then he had to respect that. The dragon wasn’t about to let anyone touch his precious files without trusting them at least a little. “She hasn’t been in university for long, though.”
“No, and that’s why I wouldn’t give her Torchwood’s books just yet. But I’ve checked up on the marks she’s been getting and they’re quite impressive. Plus this sort of work would allow her to get more study time in, than where she’s working now.”
Ianto grimaced. “The unmentionables counter at G.R. Owen.”
Jack shivered slightly. He didn’t have fond memories of what had gone on at G.R. Owen. “Have you approached her yet?”
“No, I wanted to fly it past you first.”
While he knew Ianto didn’t mean anything by the comment, Jack still felt his stomach drop slightly. He’d hired Gwen without talking it over with Ianto, and while he’d pretty much accepted that Gwen’s failure as a Torchwood operative wasn’t his fault, he’d still gone behind the back of his Second to hire her. And here was Ianto, waiting to do anything without discussing it with Jack first.
There were times when Jack wondered just what he’d done to deserve Ianto Jones.
He could feel those ancient blue eyes on him, and Jack shook himself out of his reverie. “I’d still want to give her some sort of weapons training, just in case.”
Ianto nodded. “That makes sense.”
“She really got along with you, so why don’t you approach her? Lay out what we’d want her to do, and find out if it would interfere with her studies any. I don’t want her giving up uni for any reason.” Deborah needed her education, and no way was he going to let Torchwood take that away from her.
“I’ll do that after we put Tommy back into suspension.”
“All right, then; that’s settled. Let’s see if we can get through these files and find at least one person who can handle Torchwood, shall we?”
Ianto nodded, and Jack sat back upright in his chair, reaching for the next CV on the stack that awaited their perusal.