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Myfanwy 2

Torchwood Blues - Chapter Six




Torchwood Blues - Chapter Six
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 fortw_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 Six

 

 

 

 

Jack walked out of the classic records store, pushing Ianto Gareth and looking around for his wayward husband.  Ianto had gone off somewhere else, and Jack had been expecting him when he’d finished his own shopping…which was a 45rpm recording by BB King.  Ianto had gotten him an iPod for his non-birthday but Jack still preferred the sounds of albums, and more often than not would find treasures in little shops like this one.  He’d branched out a bit from his 40’s music, but that didn’t change his choice in listening medium.

“See, sweetheart?” he knelt down beside the pram, tickling his son with the hand not holding the 45.  “Tad was wrong…BB King did make children’s records…”

“And your definition would be that, because it’s small, it’s for children?”

Jack glanced up, seeing Ianto standing there with several bags in his arms.  He smiled warmly.  “I see you found what you were looking for.”

“And you did as well.”  The younger man stepped forward as Jack rose, greeting him with a chaste kiss.  “You have anything you want particularly for lunch?”

“The Williamses said there’s this great place for oysters, it’s just down the street.”

Ianto rolled his eyes fondly.  “You just want oysters because they’re rumored to be an aphrodisiac.”

Jack leered.  “Since when have we ever needed help with our sex life?”

“You do have a point.”

“I do have them occasionally.”

“Well…only occasionally.”

Jack snorted.  “If I’d wanted to be insulted, I’d have called Owen.”  He wrapped his arm around Ianto’s waist, to show he wasn’t really offended.

Ianto leaned slightly into the touch.  “And you know he’d do such a good job at it.  He’s still not over delivering Gareth Ianto in the middle of an alien incursion.”

“Ianto Gareth,” Jack corrected, as the family began their walk to the restaurant Rhys Williams had recommended.

His husband didn’t dignify that with a response.  “So, you think you spooked Jones enough?”

“Oh yeah,” Jack answered.  “I wouldn’t be surprised if John knew I was in town already.”

“And are we going to wait until Hart makes the first move?”

Jack didn’t answer; instead he guided both Ianto and baby into a small eating establishment that had just enough ambiance for the immortal to feel romantic.  A musician was strumming away on a guitar in one corner while a long bar took up one side of the room.

A waiter came up to them, smiling.  “Would you like the dining room, or the garden?”

“Garden?” Jack asked, looking at Ianto.

“Sounds fine.”

They were pointed toward the back of the restaurant, where a pleasant walled garden complete with water feature had been set up.  Jack settled them all at a table for two near the fountain, and couldn’t resist taking Ianto’s hand. 

“This is really nice,” he murmured.

“You’re right.  I’m glad we came here.”

Another waiter came up, his ticket book out and ready.  “What can I get for you folks?’ he asked in a very nice Cajun accent.

“We’ve heard this is the place for oysters,” Ianto said.

“That it is, sir.” 

Jack already knew he was going to tip nicely; the man wasn’t even paying attention to the fact that he was stroking Ianto’s hand and playing with the younger man’s wedding ring.  They’d gotten looks for doing things like that, and it irritated Jack to no end that this century was so backward.  Anyone who didn’t react was just fine in his book.

“Then we’ll have six dozen oysters and two beers,” Jack ordered, still playing with Ianto’s hand.

“Yes sir, right away.”  The man grinned as he took their request.

Once he was gone, Ianto sighed.  “You know I don’t particularly care for American beer,” he chided softly.

“Maybe it’ll grow on you.”

“Like a fungus?”

Jack chuckled.  He glanced around the place; there was what appeared to be a birthday party in one corner, judging from the singing; and at another table…

Oh shit.

“Ianto?”

“Yes, Jack?”

“Did the waiter say if the oysters came with guns?”

“No, I think I’d remember that.”

Jack kept his eyes on the four men at the next table…each pointing a particularly nasty gun in their direction.   “Then I can’t think much of the service in this place.”

Ianto followed his gaze.  “Looks like you were right about Hart knowing we’re here…”

“Don’t make any sudden moves,” one of the gunmen warned.

“Why not?” Jack asked acerbically.  “Is there a bee on me?”

 “I don’t see one,” Ianto murmured.

“What’s a sudden move?” Jack went on.  “I never understood that.”

“I don’t either,” Ianto said.  “I think they watch too many cop shows on the telly.”

The man who’d spoken was looking a bit put out.  “I want you to get up from the table very, very slowly.”

“Very, very…not just very?”  Jack really didn’t intend to wind them up, but there was just too much good material there.

“Jack,” Ianto warned.

He looked at his husband; the younger man had a protective hand on the carriage handle, and had a worried look in his eyes.  Jack couldn’t blame him; while he and Ianto would just come back from bullet holes, there were a lot of innocent people in the place who could get hurt…and that didn’t even include their own son.

Damnit…he hadn’t expected John to move so fast…

“Do you remember what happened with that Blowfish at Luigi’s, about two years ago?” he asked softly, raising his hands carefully.

“Yes, of course,” Ianto answered, his eyes narrowing.

“Don’t try anything stupid,” the gunman warned.

“Are you sure you remember?”

“Pretty sure, Jack.”

“All right…on the count of three…”

“I’m warning you,” their assailant said, the tone in his voice decidedly nervy.  The sound of guns being racked echoed across the space between the tables.

Jack only had time to count to two, before a waiter came out with a large tray.

He didn’t get a chance to react, before Ianto was grabbing the tray and launching it toward the four gunmen.   Jack followed up by throwing the entire table, which had the desired effect of scattering the four and actually taking one down for the count. 

In the confusion, Jack grabbed the pram’s handles.  He and Ianto took off out of the place before any of the men could react to them disappearing.


“He asleep?”

Ianto closed the door leading to the room where Gareth Ianto was.  “Like an angel.  I, however, am going to have nightmares about gun fights tonight.”

Jack looked at him from where he was seated on the couch.  His husband was wearing pajama bottoms…while Ianto wore the top.  It saved on laundry that way.  He was looking way too serious, and Ianto knew that they were about to have a ‘talk’.

“Here’s what I think,” Jack said as Ianto joined him, “I’ll call the Doctor in the morning, and you and Ianto Gareth take a nice trip in the TARDIS.  I’ll call you when this is over.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “Please,” he snorted.  “Don’t be an idiot, Jack.  I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I thought you wanted the normal life…”

“I do.  But not without you.”  Ianto leaned in, pressing his lips against his husband’s.  Jack moaned into the kiss, and when the younger man stroked his tongue across Jack’s lips, he was granted access to the other’s mouth instantly.

A need for air finally broke them apart.  “Besides,” Ianto whispered into Jack’s mouth, “God only knows what would happen to you if I wasn’t around.”

Jack hummed in agreement.  “You do take good care of me.”  This time he initiated the kiss.

Ianto intensified it, pouring all of his passion and love for Jack into it.  He pressed him back onto the sofa, his hands roaming over Jack’s chest, tweaking nipples and stroking soft skin.

Jack eventually pulled away.  “Let’s not start something we can’t finish – “

“Too late.”  Ianto ground his groin into Jack’s, letting him feel the erection.  And Jack wasn’t in any better shape.

“I need to make a phone call.”  Jack moved out from under Ianto reluctantly, until he was standing.

“You’re not calling the Doctor.” 

“No, I’m not.  Promise.”  Jack headed into their bedroom, picking up the file on Eugene Jones.  “We’re in this together.”

“Yes, we are.”  Ianto joined him, glad that he didn’t have to be angry at Jack, not when he had other plans for the night.

“Who do you want to be: good cop, or bad cop?”

“Bad cop.”

Jack pouted.  “You’re always bad cop anymore.”

“That’s because I’m better at it than you are,” he answered, quirking an eyebrow in Jack’s direction.

“Since when?”

“Since you tried to interrogate that Nostrovite the night before our civil ceremony.”

“That was hardly my fault!  How was I supposed to know its mate had impregnated the registrar?”

“Maybe because she suddenly looked nine months pregnant when she’d been perfectly flat-stomached two weeks previously?”

Jack picked up the phone.  “And just what are you doing, noticing a woman’s abs before our partnership?”

“Like you didn’t?”

“Okay…she was rather fit…”

“Who are you calling?” Ianto crawled into bed, as Jack dialed. 

He waved the file in Ianto’s general direction.  Ah, Eugene Jones. 

The man must have answered the phone, because suddenly Jack was speaking in the worst British accent imaginable.  “Our organization has been penetrated,” he practically jumped into the bed next to Ianto, “by what we know to be Torchwood,” he pulled Ianto toward him, caressing his thigh under the pajama top, “meet me…” there was a pause, and Ianto took the opportunity to run his tongue around Jack’s earlobe, “but of course.  Two o’clock tomorrow, don’t be late.” 

Jack hung up the phone, his full attention on Ianto.  “So, tomorrow we gang up on Mr. Jones.  You might want to find a lab coat…”

“A wh –“ His question was cut off by Jack’s tongue in his mouth. 

“So,” Jack murmured, once they’d come up for air once more, “you were saying, about you not being around…?”

“There’s no telling what you might get up to.”  Ianto moved his hand, to cover Jack’s clothed erection.  “I have to look out for you.”

“You do that so well…”  Jack went to work on Ianto’s neck, and the sensation of lips and tongue on his skin was driving him wild.   “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to me…”

“You might get hurt…”

“Badly hurt…”  Somehow the pajama top he’d been wearing was gone.  “Maimed, even.”

“Jack…” Ianto didn’t want to talk about it.  His husband was doing things to him that shouldn’t be allowed, and he wanted more.

“I might get decapitated,” Jack went on, his voice a low growl as he explored Ianto’s nipples.  “Lose my head…” and a sudden grinding into Ianto’s unclothed crotch was almost enough to make him come, there and then.

“I know what decapitated means,” Ianto moaned, hands sliding under the pajama bottoms to stroke Jack’s arse.   “Kill the light…”

Jack made a lunge for the table lamp, and missed, knocking it to the floor in his haste.  

“I meant turn it off,” Ianto chuckled.

“What does it matter?  It’s off…” Jack went back to work on making Ianto come completely undone, and he didn’t think of anything else the rest of the night.

Comments

I'm loving the conversation between them and the end - well I followed them onwards!
Oh yeah...I almost went all smutty, but changed my mind...
They are always so fast
they make a hell of a couple!
Gareth well but I metterais Ianto / Ianto Gareth in the Tardis, me!
I like their discussion!
thank you for this wonderful distraction - my computer will turn off soon and my legs are more relaxed - I can not wait for tomorrow night to finish reading
Glad your legs are better! Go charge your battery and come back later, the story's not going anywhere.

They do make a great couple, don't they?

Great Couple ?

Oh YES !!! wonderful beautiful lovely couple
Still in the middle of reading this chapter, but I have to stop and say that I really love the dialogue in this. First with Gwen and Rhys, and now with the gunmen. It's as if they have their own rhythm of speech that's completely different from that of others, and they're so familiar and secure together. It's just lovely to see.
Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it. And I'm glad the dialogue is working!