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Myfanwy 2

Torchwood Blues - Chapter Three

Torchwood Blues - Chapter Three
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 tw_bigbang , 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 Three




The next morning, Ianto and Jack – with son – had breakfast at a nice little café just down from their hotel.  Ianto wasn’t nearly as upset with Jack anymore, and although he did understand why his husband had fought the muggers off, there was still their child to consider.  Gareth Ianto wasn’t immortal, not like Jack and himself, and anything could have happened to him. 

He decided it all came down to trust.  If he couldn’t trust Jack to look after their child, then what was the point of everything they were doing?  Ianto had to trust him to protect Gareth Ianto, and he did. 

They arrived back at their hotel later that morning, after Ianto had insisted they pick up the formula that Jack had got distracted into forgetting the night before.  They each had one hand on the carrier that swung between them, their boy giggling at the movement. 

But, as they left the landing and moved onto their floor, Ianto noticed something wrong.

The door to their suite was slightly open.

Ianto glanced at Jack; the older man had noticed as well, a serious expression replacing the carefree joy that had been on his face before.  Jack nodded; Ianto unhooked the small cubby in the back of the carrier, bringing out a very small alien weapon that Jack had claimed reminded him of the Noisy Cricket from “Men in Black”.  It was a very powerful stun gun, and the younger man had insisted that they carry at least something with them most of the time.  Jack hadn’t liked the gadget, preferring his Webley, but concealing that gun had been problematical at best.  It was currently in their luggage, along with the greatcoat.  After all, there was no way they were leaving Jack’s coat back in Cardiff…

Together, the two men crept toward their door, Ianto holding the weapon and Jack the bag with the formula as well as the baby carrier.  There was an ornate loveseat against the wall just before their room; Jack gently set the carrier and groceries down beside it, so Gareth Ianto would be out of danger. 

“Sh…stay put, big guy,” Jack murmured, making Ianto smile.

The young man kept heading down the hallway, making no noise at all.  He stopped just at the door, risking a peek inside.

Jack stood next to him, shoulders brushing.  “One man on the couch,” Ianto whispered. “Reading.  I can‘t get a good look at his face, though, it’s hidden by the newspaper he’s holding.”

“A literate burglar?” Jack murmured in his ear.  “How refreshing.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  Trust Jack to go into a situation joking.  “Go for the far wall,” he said, “I’ll cover you.”

Jack moved into position on the far wall, as Ianto counted down.  When he reached one, he pulled the door open all the way, and the older man flew into the suite, launching himself at the man on the sofa, getting a faceful of newsprint for his trouble as well as sending the piece of furniture flipping onto its back. 

Ianto moved in behind his husband, aiming the stun gun at the newspaper-covered pair on the floor.  There was something familiar about their intruder…

“Jack!” came a choked cry. 

Ianto recognized the voice at the same time Jack apparently did; he released the choke hold on their prisoner’s throat, then pushed the paper away.  “Doctor!” Jack exclaimed.  “How’re you doing?”

“I’d be fine if you weren’t on top of me!” 

“That’s not what Ianto says,” Jack quipped, getting to his feet hurriedly, as Ianto went out to retrieve the baby.  By the time he got back with the carrier and the formula, the Time Lord was back on his feet, and the couch upright. 

Ianto shook his head.  While he really didn’t care for the Doctor all that much due to his treatment of his husband – and the two of them had had words on the subject – he did recognize that Jack needed the alien in his life, and accepted that he’d be popping in whenever he felt like it.  Although, the Welshman did tolerate this regeneration a lot better than the last one.  “Where are Amy and Rory?” he asked, taking Gareth Ianto from the carrier and setting him in his playpen.  “Should we be expecting them as well?”

“No, it’s just me this time,” the Time Lord answered.  He plunked himself down on the floor next to the playpen and proceeded to make funny faces at the baby, who just laughed at it all.  Smart boy, Ianto thought uncharitably.

“Did we ever thank you for the crib blanket?” Jack asked, watching his oldest friend make a complete fool out of himself.

“No Jack,” Ianto corrected.  “Her Majesty sent the crib blanket.  The Doctor sent the barnyard playset.”

“You sent that?  Aw…did you know those little sheep actually ‘bah’?”

That made Ianto laugh.  “Jack plays with it more than our son does.”

Gareth Ianto grabbed the Doctor’s bowtie and refused to let go.  “I have a question for you both – “

“The answer is no,” Jack cut in, as Ianto cleared his husband’s knitting supplies from the table in order to make room. 

“You haven’t heard the question yet!” the Time Lord exclaimed, trying to wrestle his tie back and finally giving it up as a lost cause.  The baby giggled, promptly stuffing the red material into his mouth and getting it nice and slobbery.

“The answer is still no,” Ianto sat down.

“Whatever you want to bully us into, we’re not interested,” Jack added, joining Ianto at the table.  “We’re off the field assignment list for the foreseeable future.”

“We’re retired,” Ianto corrected, squeezing Jack’s hand.  He was actually feeling quite proud of his husband, since Jack had serious issues about telling the Doctor ‘no’ about anything.  “We had a nice party.  You were there.”

“And you said,” the Doctor replied, getting up off the floor, “at that same party, I might add, that if there ever was a critical situation, you could be called upon to help.”

“Not during the first eighteen months was the agreement,” Jack said. 

“That’s right,” Ianto added.  “The first eighteen months are the biggest time for the baby’s development and we intend to – “

He was cut off by a file landing on the table in front of him. 

Ianto really didn’t want to open that file.  He had the sinking feeling that, once he did, they would be committed to whatever mad scheme the Doctor was hatching, and that was the last thing he wanted.  He wanted a quiet retirement, then when Gareth Ianto was old enough for university then they might consider going back to work for Torchwood.  And that was if they only had one child.  He and Jack had been discussing more at some point, and honestly all Ianto wanted to spend this time with his family.  He knew they’d get bored sometime within the next century anyway, and it wasn’t like the Doctor wasn’t going to be around then…or Torchwood for that matter.

Ianto opened the file.

“Jesus!” He couldn’t help the exclamation.

“What is it?” Jack asked, leaning over his shoulder, and once he got a look he said something in what Ianto knew was a word in his native tongue that he understood to be very uncomplimentary.

“Cyber-control module,” the Doctor said – somewhat unnecessarily, Ianto thought.   If anyone was familiar with such things, it was him. 

Shit.  The Doctor had him, and that damned alien had known it from the moment he’d arrived.  It made Ianto hate him just a little bit more for it.

“What happened?” Jack asked, descending into ‘captain’ mode for the first time in months. 

“It was being housed at UNIT’s secure facility in London,” the Time Lord answered.  “And, for your information, that’s not a Lumic controller…it was recovered from an aborted invasion back in the 1960’s.  This is this universe’s genuine article.  It was stolen a couple of days ago.  UNIT thinks it was alien organized crime…but Toshiko’s positive it was John Hart.”

“Hart? Oh, hell no!”  Jack got up from the table and began to pace.  “We’re so not interested!”

“Jack – “

“Don’t ‘Jack’ me, Doctor!  You know that bastard was partially responsible for destroying a third of Cardiff, for burying me under the city for two thousand years, and for – “ Jack swallowed back the words that Ianto knew were on the tip of his tongue.

“He’s responsible for throwing me into a Rift Storm,” Ianto continued softly.  “The same Rift Storm that made me immortal.”  He could remember it like it was yesterday: the pain, the fear, the feeling of being torn apart and put back together so many times Ianto sometimes wondered why he was still sane.  And John Hart couldn’t even blame Grey for it, like he could all the other acts of terrorism he’d created; this had all been down to Hart being jealous that Jack was his, and wanting to get the person he considered his primary rival out of the way.

“I won’t let him anywhere near my family, Doctor.”  Jack’s face was thunderous. 

“You said you’d help!” the Doctor sounded like he was whining.

“Hart is a psycho.  I won’t risk our son, and that’s final!”

“If that controller gets out there, it won’t just be your family in danger, Jack.  It’ll be the entire galaxy…or even the universe.  No one’s children will be safe.”

“That’s a low blow,” Ianto growled, wanting more than anything to give into the urge to introduce the Time Lord to his right fist…the hard way.

“Look,” the Doctor backpedaled a bit, “all you have to do is find him.  The Shadow Proclamation will do the rest.  They have several warrants out for Hart, and they’ll be able to take better care of the controller than UNIT could.”

“But the Judoon can’t set foot on Earth, it’s a class five planet,” Jack argued.

“All it has to be is neutral territory, you know that.  And that can be easily arranged.”  The Doctor sighed.  “Look, when you’re finished…I’ll take you somewhere.  I know!  Planet Disney.  That should help with the postnatal bonding!”  He practically bounced on his toes, which to Ianto was Doctor-speak for I want to go too!

But Ianto wasn’t about to make it easy.  “No, that’s not enough.”  He removed the bowtie from his son’s mouth, handing the sodden thing back to its owner. 

“How about I throw in Barcelona?” The Time Lord was sounding a bit desperate.  “The planet, not the city!”  He stuffed the tie into his pocket, making Ianto inwardly squirm.

Jack seemed quite content to follow Ianto’s lead; the younger man knew that Jack really didn’t want to go after Hart, but it needed to be done.  And really, Jack Harkness was the best person to bring in John Hart. 

“Not enough,” Jack put in, picking up the baby and settling him into his arms.  “I made a solemn promise to Ianto – that family would come first.”

“I want a reference,” Ianto said, trying to hide his smirk.

“A what?” the Doctor asked, the question sounding almost like a squeak.

 “A reference,” Ianto reiterated.  “To be used later, to get Gareth Ianto into the best University.  I know you have connections, Doctor, and I want this to happen.”   He smirked.  “Plus babysitting duty while Jack and I visit the Vegas Galaxies on our tenth anniversary…of course, you’ll be taking us, and all expenses paid.  That’s including what you’ve already offered.  Oh…and an apology to Jack, for your last regeneration trying to set him up with that sailor while we were visiting the “Star Wars” exhibition in Las Vegas.  Really, that was completely crass.”

Jack was looking at Ianto with something akin to awe.  “Damn, Ianto…I never knew you were this mercenary…it’s really hot.”

The Doctor stared at him as if he’d never seen him before.  Oh, Ianto was getting so much enjoyment out of this.  “Wait…I thought it was Ianto Gareth?”

“No changing the subject.  Going once…”

“This is blackmail!”

“Going twice.”  He joined Jack, reaching over and tickling Gareth Ianto, making the boy squeal.

“But really, Jack looked so sad and alone – “

“He was sad because the ‘Millennium Falcon Experience In 3D’ was closed for maintenance.  No excuse to set a married man up with a bit on the side.  Not that I don’t trust Jack implicitly, but it was in very bad taste.”

“I didn’t know he was married then!  Besides, you ended up hiring Alonso for Torchwood anyway!”

“And whose fault was that? Both Martha and Jack tried to reach you on that phone you’re supposed to have, and you never answered.  Oh, and that’s something else you should apologize for: not coming to the ceremony and upsetting Jack.  You’re the only family he has left, you should have made the effort.”  He wasn’t going to mention anything about bringing Alonso Frame into Torchwood; it had been Tosh’s call, after all.  And he certainly wasn’t going to thank the Doctor for ‘accidentally’ introducing them to a young man who was shaping up to be a top-notch operative…not when that hadn’t been the Time Lord’s intention in the first place.

The Doctor looked absolutely defeated.  “And, if I do all this, you’ll help out with Hart?”

Ianto simply let his smirk speak for him.  Yes, he knew it was blackmail, but he didn’t care.  The Doctor had come crashing into their retirement for his own purposes.  He didn’t owe the alien any sympathy.

“Would it do any good to ask that you keep a low profile?” the Time Lord sighed.

“Won’t work in this situation,” Jack answered.  “Not if we want to get John’s attention.”

“We’ll need some equipment,” Ianto added.  “Tosh’ll know pretty much what to send.”

“I’ll fetch it,” the Doctor promised.  “I do have one lead…a man named Jones – “

“No relation I hope,” Jack leered at Ianto; the Welshman rolled his eyes.

The Doctor sighed dramatically.  “Can’t you two be serious?”

“We are,” the older immortal answered.  “This is us…serious.”

“Go on,” Ianto urged, elbowing his husband in the side not currently being used as a prop for their son.

“Jones works at a local electronics lab; in fact, I wouldn’t doubt if Hart has people all over, doing his spying for him.”

“John’s probably spun all sorts of stories to get them to go along with him,” Jack agreed.  “He’s good at that sort of thing.”

The Time Lord nodded in agreement.  “I also know he’s set up shop somewhere in the Delta, but he’s staying pretty well hidden.”

Jack nodded.  “Probably some sort of cloaking tech, if he’s hiding from your more sophisticated scans.”

“How did he get the controller away from UNIT?”  Ianto inquired, wanting them to move it along.

“From what they’ve gathered, Hart bribed a colonel to steal the controller; a guy named Sanchez.  Apparently he got a bit nervous around security and set off some sort of grenade on his way out.  They might never have figured out the controller was gone until it was too late otherwise.”  The Doctor looked at both of them.  “I don’t have to tell either of you to be careful, do I?”

Ianto barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes.  “We know how dangerous John Hart is, believe me.”

“You know…I can take the baby if you want…”

The younger man was actually touched by the offer.  “If Hart somehow knows about us and Gareth Ianto, then if we start showing up without him it could make Hart suspicious.  He’s paranoid as it is, we don’t need to add to it.  As much as I want to take you up on that…”

“I agree, as much as it pains me,” Jack said.  “I’m sure he doesn’t know we’re in the area, but the more we make it look like coincidence, the more relaxed he’s gonna be.”

Ianto could tell that Jack was already thinking of a way to find Hart.  He trusted that, whatever the plan, it would keep them all safe.



Oh dear - JOhn Hart - that always spells trouble and I'd so like to see Jack with DW11.
Oh, I would too. I'd love to see Jack with Eleven, but I guess that isn't going to happen now... :(
Super blackmail ;-)))
bravo they are right
But John Hart! I'm afraid! :-(
Gareth Ianto / Gareth Ianto - ;-))))) - He may be in danger!
Ianto just had to blackmail the Doctor, he had it coming! :)

John's not very likable in this, I'm afraid.

Re: snort

I had to fix EoD, too. :)