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Myfanwy 2

The Ghost and Mr. Jones - Chapter Six

Title: The Ghost and Mr. Jones
Author: milady_dragon
Beta: cjharknessgirl
Prompt: "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir"
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa (past), Rhiannon/Johnny (mentioned), Rhys/Gwen (mentioned), OMC/Anwen Williams (mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Language, character death
Spoilers:  For Doctor Who S1, for all series of Torchwood as applies to Jack's background
Disclaimer:  Torchwood is owned by the BBC and Russell T. Davies.  "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir"  is owned by 20th Century Fox and was written by Philip Dunn, and a novel by R.A. Dick (Josephine Leslie).
Author's Note: This was written for Reel Torchwood Round Four, and is the first of two stories I've written for this challenge.  I've wanted to write this for a while, since I adore this movie and especially the performance given by the wonderful Rex Harrison.

Summary:  After losing his wife, Ianto Jones and his son move to the village of Aberaeron and into the isolated Spitfire Cottage.  Soon he's dealing with clinging relatives...and the ghost of Captain Jack Harkness, the original builder of the cottage.  Little does Ianto know just how much of an impact the dead World War Two hero will have on his life.

Chapter Six

It took Jack about three days to be able to manifest once more, and that gave Ianto plenty of time to be nervous about approaching him about what he and Gareth had discussed. 

How would he react?  Would Jack even want to take their arrangement a step further?  Would he want to be some sort of insubstantial father to Gareth?  Honestly, Ianto had no idea, although Jack had seemed thrilled that Gareth had called him ‘Uncle’ so perhaps everything would be all right?

Without a doubt, Ianto knew he loved Jack.  How he’d come to fall for a dead man he didn’t know, but there was just something about the ghost that had made it very easy.  Ianto should be thinking that there was something wrong with him, not to make his relationship with Jack as official as it could possibly be.  And, as long as Ianto was being completely honest with himself, while his one night with Jack had been amazing, it didn’t need to happen again.   Just having Jack in his life was good enough.

On the fourth day, Ianto awoke to find a rather transparent Jack watching him from across his bedroom.  He smiled at the ghost.   “Good morning,” he said, sitting up and stretching.   “I’ve missed you.”

Jack flashed him a grin. “Of course you did!  I’m infinitely missable!”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “There’s no such word as ‘missable’, Jack.”

“Are you sure?” Jack teased.  “Because I’m pretty sure it pertains to me.”

Snorting, Ianto tossed a pillow at him, which of course didn’t affect the ghost at all. 

Jack pouted.  “You’re very fond of throwing things through me.”

“You’re such a great target,” Ianto smirked.                                              

Jack laughed, and Ianto joined him.  He really had missed Jack, more than he’d thought he would. 

Flinging back the duvet, Ianto headed to the bathroom.               

“Am I still not allowed in there?” Jack asked playfully.

“Doubly so now, Captain,” Ianto answered, waggling a finger at him.  He closed the door on Jack’s renewed laughter, quickly taking a shower and getting ready for the day.

He and Jack went downstairs together, and Ianto found that Gareth had beaten him to the punch this morning, sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal.  “Morning Dad…Uncle Jack!” the boy greeted, his mouth full of half-eaten cereal. 

“Gareth,” Ianto chided, moving to the coffee machine, “I taught you better than to talk with your mouth full.”

At least he had the grace to look embarrassed.  “Sorry Dad.”  But that was gone as suddenly as it appeared.  “Have you asked Uncle Jack yet?”

Jack looked confused.  “Ask me what?”

“Does that answer your question?” Ianto asked his son, sighing.  “No, I haven’t.”

“Dad and I talked and we want you to be my other Dad,” Gareth blurted out, practically bouncing in his chair with excitement.

Ianto closed his eyes in despair, knowing his son was never going to learn tact at this rate.  He turned away from the coffee machine, smiling wryly.  “That was what I was supposed to ask you,” he said in a tone of apology for his impatient spawn.

Jack looked completely gobsmacked.  Ianto really wished Gareth had let him ask, instead of just coming out with it, but the cat was out now and there was no way to get it back into the bag. 

The ghost’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, before any words came out.  “You want me to…you want…?”

“Yes, Jack,” Ianto said.  “You’re practically family now.  Of course, Gareth and I both know there’s no way to make it official, but you know how we both feel about you, and you’ve made it clear you feel the same way about us.  We’re mainly just asking you if you wouldn’t like to be considered family for real.  Or as real as we can make it.”

“I…I don’t know what to say,” Jack stammered, his eyes darting between Ianto and Gareth as if he couldn’t make up his mind who he wanted to concentrate on.

“Just say you’ll think about it,” Ianto urged, smiling.  A part of him was a little disappointed that Jack didn’t jump at the chance, but he couldn’t blame him for being shocked by it all.  “But Gareth and I really do want this, so don’t doubt that, okay?  Just give it some time to consider.”

“Of course,” Jack hastened to answer.  “I’ll think about it…it’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

“I’m sure it is,” Ianto assured him.  “And, whatever you decide, we’ll be fine with it.  Isn’t that right, Gareth?”

Gareth nodded vigorously.  “If you don’t wanna be my other Dad, then you’ll still be Uncle Jack.”

Jack looked relieved.  “But won’t you want a real Dad or Mom some day?”

“Nope,” Gareth said.  “I just need you and Dad.”

“And I’m the same way,” Ianto replied. “You’re special to us, Jack.  There isn’t anyone else.”  Ianto knew he spoke truly; there would never be anyone else but Jack. 

Jack looked as if he didn’t know what to say…which was saying something for Jack Harkness.  Ianto would have given anything to hug him in that moment, but knew he couldn’t.  Instead, he turned back to making coffee, knowing that Jack would make his decision…in time.


He stood, looking down upon a sleeping Ianto Jones, torn between accepting the place in his family and letting go.

Jack loved Ianto, and adored Gareth.  They truly were the family he wished he could have had.  But, now…it was too late.  He’d been dead for decades.  He couldn’t be a proper father to Gareth, or lover for Ianto.

And yet, both seemed fine with that.

Jack glanced outside, watching the moon ride across the clear night sky.  What was he going to do?  He knew what he wanted: to accept entrance into their family, and perhaps get a happily ever after that he’d never really had. 

But that would be selfish.

The right thing to do would be to find a way to fade away, to leave Ianto and Gareth to find another to welcome into the place they wanted to put Jack.  To give them their freedom from his presence within their home, and to let them move on.

He wanted to be selfish.  But he couldn’t.  Not with Ianto.  Not with Gareth.  They needed to find someone who could do the things that Jack couldn’t: go to Gareth’s football games; dance with Ianto at their son’s wedding; make love to Ianto all night long. 

He was a ghost.  He couldn’t even leave the cottage.

No, it would be best for him to step away, although watching from the walls as Ianto and Gareth moved on with their lives would be impossible.  It would be torture, plain and simple. 

Jack couldn’t stay.  But how could he leave?

A sudden white light shone in the darkness, blinding Jack for a moment before he could adjust his vision.  When he could see again, he couldn’t believe what was before him.

He’d heard of the white light, of course; the one that people thought they saw after death.  Being from the future Jack had thought it was a bunch of swill served up to the religious in order to give them hope that they would have peace after death.  Especially after his own death Jack had denied such a thing existed, because why wouldn’t he have seen it?  Ianto had even asked him about it once and Jack had denied it as so much hokum.

But now, seeing the light before him, Jack knew he’d been lying even if he hadn’t realized it.  It did exist, however for some reason it hadn’t appeared to him before now.

Then it hit him: he was seeing it, because he’d finally proved himself worthy of it.

If Jack were honest with himself, for most of his adult life he’d been selfish.  The running, the cons, even his interactions with the Doctor had been selfish.  He’d stopped that bomb from going off for two reasons: the first, because he knew the future, and knew the Earth hadn’t been contaminated by the mis-programmed nanogenes; but the second was, he’d wanted to impress the Time Lord.  He’d stayed on Earth when Rose had asked him to travel with them because he was certain he knew that the Doctor knew it, too, and he had enough pride to not want to lose the adoration on her face. 

As for being a hero…that was also selfish, too.  He’d liked to be respected by his men; enjoyed the feeling that others relied on him.  None of the things he’d done in the War had been for the cause; it was all down to his own pride and selfishness.

Even after he’d died, he’d tried to frighten people out of his home.  Spitfire Cottage was his; he’d built it with his own hands, with more than usual pride in his work.  If he couldn’t live there, then no one else could either.

Until Ianto and Gareth, of course.

And now, he was willing to let his selfishness and pride go, in order to do what would be best for his two loved ones.  He was willing to step aside and let them live their lives as they should, and not be tied to a ghost whose life had been over from the moment that storm had struck and he’d been knocked overboard into a raging Irish Sea.

Jack turned away from the light to look back onto his sleeping…lover?  Yes, that’s what Ianto was.  He felt horrible for just leaving without letting him know…

And then he remembered Ianto’s laptop.

Using the last of his strength, Jack turned it on, and typed out a quick note.  Then, he turned the screen so that Ianto would notice it was moved, and spun back toward the beckoning warmth of the light.

Brushing an unsubstantial kiss across Ianto’s lips, Jack said goodbye.


Ianto awoke the next morning, and knew immediately that something was wrong.

He sat up in bed, eyes darting around the room.  He didn’t see Jack like he usually did, but dismissed it; maybe he was in Gareth’s room? 

But he couldn’t ignore the loss of presence that surrounded him.

“Jack?” he called out, flinging the covers aside, suddenly very afraid. 

There was no answer.

Ianto did notice his laptop, moved from its usual position on the small table by the fireplace.  He frowned, wondering why Jack would have disturbed it…and was it turned on?

He went to it immediately, awakening the screen.   His heart broke as he read what was on it.



The light has come for me, because for once in my existence I’m going to be completely unselfish and let you and Gareth go.  Have a wonderful life.  Find someone who can truly appreciate you both, and who can love you the way you deserve.  We both know I can’t.

I do love you both.





Ianto felt tears form, and for the first time since Lisa’s death he felt broken.   How was he going to tell Gareth?  How could Jack have left them like that?

Stumbling to his feet, he left his room and made his way across the hall, opening his son’s door.  Gareth was still in bed, but he wasn’t asleep; his back was against the headboard, and he was playing one of his hand-held games.

He looked up as Ianto entered.  “Dad, what’s wrong?” he asked, as soon as he noticed that Ianto was crying.

Ianto didn’t answer. Instead, he crawled into bed next to Gareth, pulling him into his arms and holding him, letting his tears fall because he didn’t have the strength to keep them in.

Gareth’s arms went around him, and Ianto let himself gather just enough strength from his son to finally say, “Jack’s gone.”

“No, he can’t be…”  Gareth began to weep as well.

Together, father and son mourned, as they hadn’t for their Lisa. 

Jack was gone.


Chapter Seven


So sad even though I knew it was coming. Great interpretation.
I cried when I wrote this, I really did. Thanks, hon. :)
It's beautiful and so sad!
Thank you, hon. :)