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Myfanwy 2

Torchwood Blues Chapter One





Torchwood Blues - Chapter One

Author: Milady Dragon
Beta: kanporinpoche
Artist: chosenfire28, whose amazing art is here
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood; it's owned by the BBC.  I also don't own ideas drawn from the movie "Undercover Blues"; that is owned by MGM studios.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Eleventh Doctor, John Hart, Gwen Williams, Rhys Williams, Kathy Swanson, Andy Davidson, Toshiko Sato, Eugene Jones, OC's, Owen Harper (mentioned), Amy Pond and Rory Williams (mentioned), Alonso Frame (mentioned);  Jack/Ianto, past Jack/John, Gwen/Rhys.
Warnings: Violence, mild sexual situations, language, Mpreg (mentioned), Character Death (temporary)
Spoilers: For all seasons of Torchwood and possibly for Season Five of Doctor Who.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 20,999 (finished)
Summary: In the aftermath of the 456 invasion and the birth of their son, Jack and Ianto retire from Torchwood and decide to travel.  Nearly a year later they end up in New Orleans, where they're dragged back into Torchwood business when an old enemy steals a dangerous piece of alien technology.
Author's notes: This was written for Torchwood Big Bang, and is my first time writing something like this.  This story is based on situations from the movie "Undercover Blues" starring Dennis Quaid and Kathleen Turner.  It's also a fix-it, in that certain events that occurred during the entire run of Torchwood happened quite differently; examples being that Toshiko, Owen, and Ianto never died, Owen is not a zombie, Ianto is immortal, and Gwen didn't break the Retcon she received after her discovery of Torchwood. 



 

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

The sounds of good New Orleans jazz filled the white-canopied tent, so infectious that most of the party guests couldn’t resist dancing to it.

Ianto Harkness-Jones stood by one of the tables, a glass of fruit punch in one hand and his son held firmly against his hip with the other.  Even he couldn’t keep still, his foot tapping and his body swaying to the band’s bright playing.  He watched as his husband, the infamous Captain Jack Harkness, danced his way through the crowd, twirling one woman in a complete circle, then grabbing a child’s hands and lifting her up, and then moving on to swinging a man away from his dance partner, then back again after dipping him extravagantly. 

It made Ianto laugh to see Jack so carefree.  He caught Jack’s eye; the other man smiled, but it wasn’t that mega-watt grin he gave everyone else, this was the smile that seemed to be reserved for Ianto himself.  It made him go all warm inside, and he mentally berated himself for becoming such a sap.

Retirement seemed to be good for both of them.

Setting his glass down on the table, Ianto headed over, letting himself move to the music as he got closer to Jack.  If someone had told him he would ever be a fan of jazz, he most likely would have laughed at them.  But then, he had developed a fondness for Jack’s 40’s music, so perhaps anything was possible…

Jack reached out for their son as Ianto got close enough.  “Hey there, big guy,” he greeted the eleven-month-old with a grin, lifting him up and blowing a raspberry into his belly.  That earned him a giggle as he pulled both child and husband into his arms, dancing with them both.  “”And hey there, handsome,” he said to Ianto, one side of his mouth curling up in a cheerful leer.  “Enjoying yourself?”

Ianto smiled back at him.  “Yes, I am.  This was a good idea you had.”  He was a bit surprised that he was, indeed, having a good time, since he wasn’t that much of a party person.

“See, I told you!” Jack leaned forward and kissed him lightly.  “I do have good ideas every once in a while.”

“I suppose you do,” the Welshman teased. 

“What say we get out of here and head back to the hotel?”  Jack pulled Ianto closer, giving the younger man a solid clue as to what he had in mind once they did get back.

“I’ve said it before, but you’re insatiable, Jack.”  He backed away, winking.

“And you love me for it.”

“It’s certainly one of the many reasons.”

Together the two men left the tent, appropriating their pram from where they’d left it on the way out.  The tent had been set up in the back yard of a palatial home near the French Quarter; they wove their way through the party-goers, making their way toward the front yard, Jack expertly guiding the pram through the crowd with the ease of long practice.

“Look who’s also here,” Jack turned slightly in Ianto’s direction, jerking his chin forward.

Ianto looked where his husband indicated; a man and a woman were standing under one of the live oaks that grew by yet another refreshment table, the man holding a child who looked a little older than their own son.  The woman was helping him eat, and it would have been completely romantic if it weren’t for the teasing grin the woman wore.

Then the man caught sight of them, saying something to the woman – his wife.  She also smiled, revealing a gap between her front teeth.  Jack aimed the pram in their direction, his mega-watt grin appearing.  “Hello, Williamses!” he greeted them happily, parking the pram next to the one abandoned by the other family.

Gwen and Rhys Williams greeted the two men in turn.  It constantly surprised Ianto just how small the world was; who would have thought that he’d be meeting the former Gwen Cooper in New Orleans, nearly four years after she’d stumbled onto Torchwood?  Jack had successfully Retconned her that night, after she’d tracked them down during that thing with the Glove, and the PC had shown no sign of breaking the amnesia even after this long. 

They’d discovered just last night that the Williamses and their daughter Carys were staying in the same hotel, and they’d gotten along pretty well.  Rhys was a laid back bloke whom Ianto could talk rugby with.  Gwen’s brash attitude got on Ianto’s nerves at times, but Jack seemed to take it with a smile and a well-aimed flirtatious comment. 

“Great party,” Gwen said, feeding Rhys a piece of fruit.

“Sure is,” Jack agreed, back to swaying to the music that could still be heard, now that he was standing in one place once more.  “I’m glad we came.”  He bumped his hip against Ianto’s, and Ianto couldn’t help but rolling his eyes; however he did return the nudge.

“Do you both travel much?” Rhys asked, once his mouth was empty.

“We do now,” Jack said, glancing at Ianto.  The look in his husband’s eyes warned the younger man that Jack was totally up to no good.

“Just what do you two do for a living?”  Gwen inquired, holding out a bite-sized sausage to her own husband.

“Brain surgery,” Jack answered, managing to pull off the bald-faced lie with aplomb.

Ianto just smiled.  Ever since their retirement, Jack’s inner conman had come back to the fore, and it was funny to watch him spin these incredible tales to incredulous acquaintances. 

“That’s a challenging field,” Gwen answered, looking a bit awestruck.

“I just had to give it up though,” Jack went on.  “The racket was really getting to me…”

“Jack – “ Ianto tried to intervene before things got out of hand.

“I was treating patients with severe injuries to….the patella,” his husband ignored the implicit warning, as he tapped a random place on his forehead, “right here…you get whacked there, you start walking around in circles, losing all sense of direction…”

“I read about that,” Gwen answered, totally enthralled.

“You did.”  Jack looked a bit surprised by that.  Ianto could tell Jack was barely keeping the conversation serious, but his husband was too deep in to stop now.  “Well, the pressure started getting to me…my hands started to shake, and I was dropping scalpels everywhere….”

Rhys grinned.  “Oi, somebody’s pulling our legs!”

Jack started to laugh.  “I almost had you, didn’t I?”

Gwen, who had previously been listening with rapt attention, looked like she was going to choke, but after a second began to laugh as well.  “Oh come on,” she teased.  “What do you two really do?”

“Well, actually,” Ianto spoke up, “we’re in Special Ops.  Were in Special Ops.  We’re retired now.”  It had been Torchwood’s cover story for so long, saying it just seemed right.

“And that’s the truth,” Jack added, smiling impishly.


They stayed at the party for a little while longer, until both babies started getting a bit grumpy.  The two couples decided to walk back to their hotel, which wasn’t that far; by the time they’d gotten back, it had gone dark.

Jack was loving every minute.  Retirement suited both himself and Ianto; if someone would have told him even five years ago that he’d be traveling the world with his son and husband he would have scoffed at the idea.    Back then, he’d been in a century-long holding pattern, waiting for the Doctor to show up so he could finally get the answers he’d so desperately needed.

Who would have thought that the pursuit of those answers would have given him insight into something he’d never even considered before?  That the man who now walked beside him down a darkened New Orleans street would be the one to travel beside him through his very long life? 

How ironic, that he would find the one person who would love him unconditionally so far from his own time and home?

He pushed the pram, answering a question of Gwen’s that he’d actually barely heard.  “It really was great,” he enthused, getting his head back into the conversation, “I just love crashing parties.”

“You mean, you didn’t know those people?” Gwen squawked.

“They didn’t know us, either,” Ianto replied, chuckling. 

“You guys are too much,” Rhys snorted.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Jack said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m sure we’ve seen quite enough,” the other man commented, not rising to Jack’s baiting.

“Behave,” Ianto admonished lightly, as they turned into the foyer of the small hotel they were staying in.  It was all brick and wrought iron, and in ways put Jack into a somewhat nostalgic mood.

“You weren’t saying that last night!” Jack pouted.

That caused Gwen to giggle, and Rhys to roll his eyes. 

“Oh Jack,” Ianto said, stopping once they were inside, “we’re out of formula.”

“And you just remembered that now?” Jack asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“No, but since we decided to crash a party earlier in the day, when I thought we might go shopping instead…”

The immortal knew Ianto was teasing him; he’d been just as interested in going to that gathering as Jack had been.  “Well then, why don’t I take Ianto Gareth – “

“Gareth Ianto,” his husband corrected, almost absently.

“Ianto Gareth,” Jack re-corrected, “and get some?”   He twirled the pram around, heading back outside.  “Good night, folks,” he said to the Williamses as he left.


“So,” Gwen asked, as she took a seat on the upper floor veranda, “is his name Ianto Gareth, or Gareth Ianto?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “We can’t decide,” he answered truthfully.  “I personally think it’s the height of hubris to name a child after his father…or one of his fathers, I should say.  But Jack pretty much decided that we were going to name our son after me.”

“You didn’t have a say in it?”  Rhys looked surprised, from his own seat.  He was pushing and pulling Carys’ own pram, in an effort to get the little girl to sleep.

“The…surrogate we used went into premature labor while I was out of town,” the younger man answered quietly, trying to word the story in a way that the Williamses could believe.  There was no way he was going to say that Jack himself had carried their son, nor was he going to admit that he’d been in London at the time Jack had gone into labor trying to stop an alien race from stealing ten percent of the world’s children.  That had been a mess, and it hadn’t helped that Jack had been angry at having to stay in the Hub in order to hide his advanced pregnancy, although it had saved him from a rather nasty assassination attempt…Owen was still bitching about Jack’s hissy fit to this day.

“So,” he continued, “by the time I got back into town, our son had been born and Jack had put ‘Ianto Gareth’ on the birth certificate.”

“That was rather high-handed of him,” Gwen remarked.

“I dunno,” Rhys mused.  “I’d think I’d be honored, personally.  I mean, that Jack loves you enough to name your son after you.”

Ianto hadn’t thought of it that way.  “I suppose.”  He stood.  “I’m heading back to our room.  Good night, you two.”

 

Comments

Great start and I love the idea that the retcon worked on Gwen. Nice to have Rhys in a story too. On to chapter 2.
Thanks! Hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing it.

Oh, and I had to change Gwen joining Torchwood. It was just necessary!

Edited at 2010-10-05 07:35 pm (UTC)
Somehow i missed this!!! I have put it in my favourites to read, along with the new fic very soon.
I do hope you like it! :)