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Myfanwy 2

The Men from TORCHWOOD - Chapter Three

The Men from TORCHWOOD - Chapter Three
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo; Tosh/Diane
Warning: Language, violence
Spoilers: Up through Season Two, "Something Borrowed", although this is an alternate take on the entire series. None really for "Man from U.N.C.L.E." although I have kept Illya's and Napoleon's retirement professions from "The Fifteen Years Later Affair."
Disclaimer: I don't own "Torchwood" or "Man from U.N.C.L.E.", just kinda playing a bit with them. 
Author's Note:  This is a prequel to my Torchwood Big Bang story, Torchwood Blues (LJ) (DW).  In that story, Jack and Ianto have had a CP for over a year, and this is about the events leading up to that Civil Partnership.  Since this is an Alternate Reality, certain things are different; for one thing, Gwen didn't break the Retcon in "Everything Changes" so she isn't a member of Torchwood;  Owen wasn't killed in "Reset"; and Diane Holmes didn't leave in "Out of Time" and is, in fact, in Torchwood.  As is Tish Jones, Martha's sister.  This is also a crossover with "Man from U.N.C.L.E.". 

Summary: Between alien interference, overprotective uncles, well-meaning teammates, and a disastrous stag do, how do Jack and Ianto cope with events leading up to their Civil Partnership?


Chapter Three

The Meeting the In-Laws Affair


Jack Harkness loitered outside Jean-Pierre’s, straightening an already straight tie and trying to get his nerves under control.

He’d been less worried about meeting Ianto’s sister and her family; after all, Rhiannon had already known about them, from some snoopy neighbor who’d seen him and Ianto eating in this very restaurant, and Jack’s charm had seen him through their first face-to-face meeting.  But these were the Uncles – and he capitalized the title in his own mind – and for Ianto they were the two Jack had to be on his best behavior for.   There were very few people on this planet that his fiancé wanted the high opinion of…and two of those were currently in the restaurant with the younger man. 

Jack was desperate to make a good impression.

Which was why he was wearing a suit.

He’d had to have Toshiko help him with the tie, while suffering Owen’s pointed barbs about whipped Captains.  Diane and Tish had remained quiet, and Jack wasn’t sure if that was necessarily a good thing, since they could’ve been plotting anything.   He didn’t trust any of team not to try to take the piss.

Luckily he’d managed to leave the Hub without too much trouble.  He was glad he’d thought to take his clothes with him, in case anything happened; Brian Green had been his usual strident self, and it had taken all Jack had not to jump down the phone line and strangle the man.  Just why he thought it would be a good idea to include Torchwood business in Cabinet meetings he’d never know…

He wondered if Green knew what “outside the Government” actually meant.  Maybe he’d have a talk with Lizzie, ask her if she could get him to back off.  Jack also wanted to talk to her about expanding Torchwood, so he could kill two birds with one stone…

That thought distracted him for about naught point two seconds.

Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this.  He’d always been content to be himself, and not worry about what anyone thought of him.  But this was Ianto, and he didn’t want to do anything that would alienate his lover from his family.  He hadn’t even considered being long-term with anyone since Lucia, and even then he’d known it wouldn’t last even as Lucia had been carrying Melissa.  No, his relationship with Ianto was something new for him, and he didn’t intend to wreck it before it had a chance to begin.

That meant he has to be accepted by two of the most important men in Ianto’s life. 

Gods, Jack hadn’t been this nervous in years. 

He straightened his shoulders and pulled the door to the restaurant open.

Jack and Ianto weren’t exactly regulars at Jean-Pierre’s, but they’d been there enough that the maitre’d recognized him.  The man smiled, then led him to the table already occupied by Ianto and his uncles.

 Ianto immediately stood to greet him with a chaste kiss.  The light press of lips calmed Jack considerably, and he was able to smile and greet each man as Ianto introduced them.  

He knew the stories, of course.  Ianto had clued him in on his uncles not long after the Lisa debacle, when Ianto had come back to work after his suspension.  At first Jack had been concerned that Ianto had shared Torchwood information with civilians; but once Jack knew they’d been top agents with U.N.C.L.E. he’d been fine with them knowing. 

As he shook hands with Napoleon Solo, Jack got the distinct impression that he’d met the man before.

Both men impressed Jack.  They were each handsome, one dark and the other light.  He could see the family resemblance between Ianto and his Uncle Illya – Ianto had inherited the older man’s blue eyes and pale skin.  His imagination threw up a picture of Ianto with blond hair…and stalled.  He pushed that image down before he could get carried away with it. The last thing he needed was to get half-hard with future family at the same table.

The four men sat down.  “I’m sorry about being late,” Jack said.

“Ianto explained,” Napoleon answered.  “I hope your phone call turned out all right?”

Jack found himself relaxing a little.  “Not really, sir. But I’m sure it’ll work out.”

The other man smiled.  “Please don’t call me sir.  I’ve been retired too long for that sort of thing.  It’s Napoleon.”

“Jack.”  He relaxed even more.  Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all…

But then he got a look at the calculating expression on Illya’s face, and for a split second feared for his immortal life.

Any interrogation – and Jack didn’t fool himself, that was what this was going to be – was postponed by the arrival of their server, who took their orders for drinks.   She left, giving them time to look at the menus, which Jack decided was a really good idea.

“The steamed mussels in vermouth is quite good here,” Ianto suggested.  “So is the chicken and mushroom crepes.”

It was quiet for the time it took everyone to decide what they wanted; Jack stuck with his usual, the coq au vin with mushroom risotto.  The server came back to take their orders, and Jack knew the questioning was about to begin.  He took a swig of his water, suddenly wishing it was something stronger.

Illya opened his mouth to say something…

And was cut off by his partner.

“So,” Napoleon said, “Ianto hasn’t really told us anything about you, Jack.  We’d really like to get to know the man who’s swept our nephew off his feet.”

It was in that moment, looking at the American seated across from him, that Jack knew these two had done some checking up on him.  He’d suspected it, of course; it only made sense that they’d look into the man who wanted to become legal partners with their nephew.  And, with their contacts within U.N.C.L.E. and the various intelligence agencies, there was no way of knowing just what they’d managed to dig up.

Plus, there was the notion that he’d met Napoleon Solo before.   Jack got the distinct impression that the other man remembered it very well.

Jack leaned back in his chair, resting his arm over the back of Ianto’s own seat, fingers absently playing with the seam at the shoulder of his fiancé’s suit.  He didn’t want to appear nervous, but he had the feeling he was failing miserably.  “And I’d like to get to know Ianto’s two favorite uncles,” he returned.

That answer was rewarded by a warm smile.  “Maybe we should keep it safe for public consumption for now.”

Which meant, of course, that there would come a time when more…sensitive…questions would be asked. 

Their server brought over bread, and Jack was grateful for the distraction.  He wanted so much to appear as the calm and carefree person that he usually was, but not even his past conman skills were helping him here.  This initial meeting was important to Ianto, and that meant it was equally important to Jack that he get it right. 

It took a lot of self control not to flirt with the rather attractive server, but Jack thought it would be worth it if it gave these men a good impression.

However, Ianto immediately noticed. 

Jack could feel eyes on him as he and Napoleon chatted.  Jack told the story of how he and Ianto had met – with some judicious editing – and how he’d been impressed by the young man’s persistence in trying to get a job.  He didn’t add that, in retrospect, Ianto had been motivated by trying to save Lisa, but he already suspected that part of the story was already known.   He was very careful about how he referred to their nephew, leaving out such things has how good he looked in those jeans he’d worn that night in the park, and how he’d wanted nothing more than to tear off the suit Ianto had had on when they’d captured Myfanwy.  In fact, he was quite pleased that he managed to keep everything family friendly.

It was completely against his nature, but Ianto was worth it.

Apparently, Ianto disagreed.

“Would you excuse us, please?” he asked, once Jack had finished telling his story.  Ianto grabbed the immortal by the elbow and pulled him up out of his seat.   “Can I speak to you for a moment, Jack?”  The tone of his voice was calm, but Jack could hear the underlying coldness in it.

Jack allowed Ianto to lead him toward the mens’, where the younger man pushed him into the room, then checked under the stalls to make sure they were alone.

“Now,” Ianto said, putting his back to the door so no one could walk in on them, “who are you, and what have you done with Jack Harkness?”

Jack was shocked by the confrontational manner of the question.  “I don’t know what you mean,” he denied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jack…you called my uncle ‘sir’!”

“I can be respectful, you know!”  Jack was hurt by the implication.

“You call the Queen ‘Lizzie’ – “

“So do you!”

“To her face?”

Jack conceded the point.

“You also cleaned up the story of our first meeting!”

“I’m supposed to tell them that I wanted to shag you senseless on the floor of that warehouse?”

“No…but praising my determination in getting a job isn’t exactly what I thought you’d be praising!”

Jack looked at Ianto.  His lover was visibly bothered by Jack’s attempts at being respectful.  “I’m trying to impress your family.  Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Ianto’s eyes widened as the implication seemed to hit him.  He sighed.  “Jack…I love you for who you are: brash, loud, unashamedly flirtatious.  That is Captain Jack Harkness, not this…”  He waved his hand up and down.  “…this obsequious, polite, quiet…whoever you are!  This isn’t the person I want to spend the rest of my life with!  Okay, the suit is hot, and I can’t wait to rip it off you later…but you won’t impress anyone if they think you’re being false.  And, I can assure you, that’s exactly what they’re thinking.”

That gave Jack something to think about.  “All right,” he said.  “I see your point. I just…was nervous, I guess.  I didn’t want them to think you were making the wrong decision…”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “Well, they aren’t marrying you, are they?  I know how you are, Jack.  I know who you are.  And nothing is going to stop me from being with you.”

Jack found himself pinning Ianto to the door, his lips and tongue taking possession of his lover’s mouth.  Ianto moaned into the kiss, hands grabbing the immortal by the hips and pulling him closer.  He poured everything into it he could: his gratitude, his acceptance, and his love.  This was the man who’d accepted him despite everything.

He completely lost track of time, until both men had to come up for air.  Jack rested his forehead against Ianto’s.  “I really don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“Yes, you do,” Ianto answered.  “You, above anyone, deserve happiness.  And I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing the best to make you happy.”

“You already do.”  Jack pulled away, very reluctantly.  “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”  Ianto straightened his jacket, where it had become bunched up between their bodies.  “Now, are you ready to go out there and be yourself?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”  Jack grinned, taking in Ianto’s disheveled appearance.  “You know, you look like you’ve been snogged to within an inch of your life.”

“I wonder why,” Ianto snorted.  “At least this gives us a reason to have been away from the table for too long.”

“Yeah.  Just can’t keep my hands off you, Jones.”

That got him a sly smile.  “Now, there’s the Jack I know and love.  Come on; let’s get out of here.  I’m starving.”

“So am I. And not just for food.”

Ianto smirked, as he opened the bathroom door.  “Later, Jack.  Now, my uncles.  And it’s fine to be nervous, but don’t let that stop you from being yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”



I love that Ianto just wants Jack to be himself. What does Napoleon Solo know. Great update and can't wait for more.
What does he know? Hm... ;)

Oh Jack, I can so understand his nerves and the need to make a good impression for Ianto'ssake. Love Ianto for letting Jack know it's ok to be himself.
Now I want to read the 'clash of the titan flirt-masters'
I love nervous Jack. Meeting the future in-laws would do it to anyone!

Haha! Getting Napoleon Solo and Jack Harkness in the same room...oh my. :)
Jack who wants to look good!
Ianto who wondering where is his Jack dashing, seductive, flaming!
Ianto who return ruffled
too cute
I can not wait to read more
and see how Jack will behave
Well, if anyone can ruffle Ianto, it's Jack!

Well, now that Jack has permission to be himself...!
Aww, so cute! Jack trying so hard and Ianto just wanting him to be himself. Adorable! :D

Makes sense Jack and Napoleon would've met before, doesn't it? Can't wait to find out that story! ;)
Ianto loves Jack for himself, warts and all.

They have met, and we'll find out how very soon... :)
Just found this and am loving it ! :)
Thanks! Glad you like it! :)