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Myfanwy 2

Torchwood Blues - Chapter Eight

Torchwood Blues - Chapter Eight
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 Eight





Jack called Tosh to see about a trace on the phone number, and he watched as Ianto got to work on his own project, various bits of tech laid out on the coffee table and a file propped open in front of him.  He loved watching his husband work; Ianto would never quite reach the pinnacle of tech-head that Tosh was, but he could come very scarily close.   That look of concentration…it was dead sexy, and it made Jack half-hard just watching the younger man work. 

They’d gotten in a fairly rigorous bout of love-making while Ianto Gareth had been napping, and now had to get working on finding John.  As he waited for Tosh’s computers to find out anything on the number that Eugene Jones had given them, he thought about his ex-lover and current husband, and realized that John could never measure up to Ianto Jones.  And Jack thanked whatever galactic deity that had put him on the path to find him. 

“Jack,” Tosh said, “I have something that could help.”

“Hit me, beautiful.”

“The number is a mobile,” the current Director of the Torchwood Institute replied.  “I can’t tell you where it was exactly, but I’ve managed to triangulate within two miles.”

“Can you send me the coordinates?”  Jack sat down at his laptop, booting up the secured link to the Torchwood mainframe. 

“You got it.”  Within seconds, a map appeared on the screen, with a circle showing the possible coordinates.

“Is there anything in that area where John might hide?”

“Just checking…yes, there’s an abandoned factory…”  A dot flared to life on the screen.

“Thanks, Tosh.  You’re a genius.”

“You and Ianto be careful, all right?  I didn’t really like the Doctor getting you both involved…”

“We will be.  And we’ll call when this is all over.”

“You better.”

Jack disconnected his call, glancing back toward Ianto.  Deft fingers were assembling what he would need, and the older immortal thought about those fingers dancing lightly against his skin…and now, they were working confidently on yet another part of his plan to get to John.  Talented, that man was.

He turned away and headed into their bedroom, pulling a suitcase out from under the bed.  He sighed as he unzipped it, wishing he didn’t have to put the Captain back on, but knowing John would expect it.  He carefully unwrapped the Webley and its holster from the cloth that Ianto had packed it in when they’d left Cardiff all those months ago; he’d only worn it once, and that had been a joke during that ‘Star Wars’ exposition back in Las Vegas.  He’d gone fully Captain again for that, but it had been a special occasion, and the sex that night had been amazing. 

The coat came out next.  Ianto loved that coat, and it was possibly the only piece of his ‘uniform’ that saw regular daylight.  And yet, he hadn’t worn it in months, and he’d much prefer to be bringing it out for one of their sex games.  But no…he had to become the Captain of Torchwood again.  Jack swore it would be the last time for as long as Ianto Gareth was still so young.

He’d been Jack for so long, that becoming the Captain again just felt wrong.

It didn’t take him long to get changed.   Jack caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror, and almost didn’t recognize himself.  It wasn’t just the clothes; it was the entire attitude that he took on as Captain Jack Harkness, Director of the Torchwood Institute and leader of Torchwood Three. 

He didn’t like it.

Jack strode back into the living room.  Ianto looked up, and a sad look crossed his face before he stood up. “Be careful,” he said softly, running his hand along the rough wool of the greatcoat’s collar.  “I have a funny feeling.”

“You know I can’t get hurt – “

“Yes, you can.  You can get hurt quite badly.”

Jack nodded, acknowledging that his husband was right.  He might have blocked out a lot of what had happened when he’d been captured by the Master, but he did remember the pain.

“Promise me you’ll take care.”

Jack reached up, caressing Ianto’s cheek. “I promise.”

He knew if he didn’t leave then, he wasn’t going to; but the quicker they got John, the sooner they could go back to their normal life.  He turned toward the door, and had his hand on the knob when Ianto’s voice stopped him.

“I love you, Jack.”

The older man turned, as a pleasant warmth spread through his chest.  “You really do,” he said, that familiar sense of awe he always got when Ianto said or did anything to surprise him.

“I know I don’t say it – “

“You don’t have to.”

“- but I love you more and more every day.”

Jack stepped back toward his husband.  “You know what’s funny?”

The Welshman cocked his head, confused.  “What?”

“That’s exactly the same way I feel.”  He leaned forward, kissing Ianto gently.  

And, when he finally broke away, and looked into those blue eyes, he knew that John could go to hell for all he cared.  That this was where he belonged, and would belong for all the long years of his life.

It took every bit of strength he had to walk away.

Jack had planned on leaving from the front door of the hotel, but Swanson and Davidson were watching the entrance, leaving him no choice but to go out the back.

Those two were really getting to him.  He should have let Ianto Retcon them right after the mugging, and that way they wouldn’t be on their arses so much.  Those two had no idea what they were doing, and Jack couldn’t enlighten them.  He’d hoped they’d just get bored and go away, but that wasn’t what happened at all.  Not even Lizzie had scared them off. 

As soon as he got back, that pair were losing their memories.  That was all. 

He exited out of the rear, and cut down the alley and down the street toward the taxi rank he’d known was there.  He climbed into the first one, directing it toward one of the local wharves that dotted the city.

“Yes, I have it Tosh,” Ianto said into the phone which was cradled against his shoulder, holding it in place while he soldered the last wire.  “It’s not that hard, and you were good enough to email me the schematics – “

“I know,” his friend said, “but this sort of thing can be tricky.”

“I’ve put together bombs before,” he retorted, rolling his eyes.  “I’m beginning to think you don’t trust me.”

“No, Ianto…it’s not that!  I just don’t want you to accidentally blow anything up…including yourself and my nephew.”

“I’m being careful –“  Just them movement out of the corner of his eye grabbed his attention.  “Shit, Tosh!”

“What is it?” she sounded alarmed.

“Gareth is walking!”   Indeed, his son was tottering across the floor, with such a look of concentration on his face that Ianto couldn’t help but “aw” over it.

“Quick!” Tosh squealed.  “Grab the camera!”

He scuttled over to the table, where Jack had left the camera that Tosh had souped up, almost dropping the phone in his haste.  He started snapping picture after picture, telling Tosh to download them from the camera’s hard drive.

“Come to Tad,” Ianto coaxed as he snapped.  Gareth began to wobble toward him, only slipping once when he accidentally stepped on one of his toys.  “That’s my big boy!  Come to me…”

“Oh God,” Tosh whispered. “He’s fantastic!”

“Save all those pictures, Tosh.  Jack’s gonna want to see them later…”  That was when he realized that this mission had just caused Jack to miss out on a milestone of being parents.  “Damn, he’s missing it.”  Surprisingly a tear came to his eye, making the image in the viewfinder blurry.

“I’m sorry, Ianto…”

“Just something else the Doctor owes us for.”  Gareth was now close enough, and Ianto put the camera down in order to cuddle his son.  “Your dad is going to be so proud of you,” he whispered.   He decided then and there that they would be having another, and the next time no one would get in the way of Jack being there for all the important things. 

Jack had the cab stop just beyond a banged up pier, where a fishing boat was tied up.  He paid the driver, then strode toward the boat, greeting the owner.

After a large amount of cash had changed hands, Jack found himself piloting a fishing boat out into the delta, heading toward the coordinates where Tosh had tracked John’s phone.

Ianto waited about an hour, then headed out, pushing the pram in front of him.

He noticed just in time that Sergeant Davidson was just outside, sitting on the curb and watching the hotel.

Just lovely.  They wouldn’t be having these issues if Jack had just let him Retcon the pair after the mugging.   Well, when this was over Ianto was doing it anyway.  Those two cops were just too stubborn for their own good.

Although, he did wonder where Swanson was….

That thought left his head as he made his way out the back, and into the alley behind the hotel.  It was far too quiet, and Ianto could feel the small hairs at the back of his neck standing up.

That, and the soft scuffing sounds of shoes against pavement, told him he was being followed.   And he somehow doubted it was by either of their police friends.

He kept pushing the stroller, picking up his pace a little.  He caught sight of a gate that led into a section of walkway between two buildings, and headed toward with the intention of going through it, to get to a more crowded area.

The gate was locked.

Turning, he saw two men mere feet away.  Ianto recognized them from the aborted attack at the restaurant, confirming that Hart must have found them and put surveillance on the hotel. He just hoped that Jack had managed to get away…

The young man rolled the pram out into the middle of the alley, then put himself between it and the two thugs.  He felt intensely uncomfortable at the way they were scrutinizing him, and it was all he could do not to go for them immediately.

“This is who Hart sent us after?” one of the men growled.  “He was right.  Doesn’t look so tough to me.”

Ianto barely restrained himself from snarking back.  He didn’t want to give either of them a reason to start something.  But it was funny that Hart apparently didn’t think all that much of his abilities; after what had happened with Gray, Ianto would have thought that the man would have respected him at least a little.

“Let’s just grab him and the baby and go,” the second man said.  He was holding something that looked very much like a stun gun.

“I don’t want any trouble,” Ianto said, holding his hands up and taking a step backward toward the pram.

“That’s too bad,” the first goon answered.  “Because you have all the trouble in the world right now.”

He made to grab Ianto; the young man fought back, slamming a solid right hook into his attacker’s jaw, then an uppercut to snap his head back.  The man fell to the pavement, and Ianto found himself facing the other, who seemed to be a lot more dangerous than his companion.

But that was until the man on the ground pulled a gun.

Ianto’s heart went into overdrive.  He knew he’d come back from being shot, but…no, he had to calm down.  He held his hands up, signaling his surrender. 

The assailant with the stun gun smirked.  “You’re not going to give us any more trouble, are you?”

Ianto didn’t have much choice.



Oh no - onto the next one
Yep! :)
Poor Jack, who no longer likes to dress as Captain Harkness.
In addition, he misses the first steps of Ianto-Gareth/Gareth-Ianto

Ianto is cornered by the aggressors
It is now that the 2 police officers would be helpful!
I run read more
Yep, Jack likes being normal now. Coat only comes out for fun now.

The police are never around when you need them... :)
“That’s exactly the same way I feel.” He leaned forward, kissing Ianto gently.

That is one of those moments that makes me stop reading for a bit, just so I can savour the loveliness of it.

John asked his goons to kidnap Ianto and Gareth? He is going to regret it SO much, I almost feel sorry for him.
Glad you liked it. I love little moments like that, really I do... :)

Re: :-)

I think she'd be perfect as Director of Torchwood. :)