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Fic: Change Fate's Design Chapter 2/12

Title: Change Fate’s Design
Fandoms: Torchwood/Star Trek XI/Doctor Who
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, John/Tosh, Rory/Amy, Doctor/River, Mickey/Martha, Sulu/Chekov, Owen/Andy/Kathy
Summary: Time is collapsing in on itself due to a disruption in the timelines. Now, to save the future, they must fix the past and save those who have been lost.
Word Count: 27,536
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Star Trek.
Beta: royalladyemma

Chapter 2


“Hello, Vera.” A very familiar voice purred in John’s ear.

The Time Agent made a quick check to see that his vortex manipulator was still on his wrist before turning to face the woman who had robbed him blind more than once. “Hello, River; what prison did you break out of now?” John snarked.

River said nothing as she took the empty bar seat next to the man and waved away the bartender. “I’ll cut right to the chase. You, like me, have noticed that time is changing to the point where the Time Agency is now nothing but a dream and humanity is an endangered species.”

John was instantly on guard; he was sure he’d been the only one to notice the changes. “What do you know?” he demanded with a growl while one hand slid downwards toward his blaster.

River smiled sadly at the former Time Agent. “I know you didn’t mean for Toshiko Sato or Owen Harper to be killed at the hands of Grey.” River sympathised as she saw the flash of pain in John’s eyes and heard his quick intake of breath. “But her death came far too soon; she hadn’t begun to lay the ground work for the creation of the Time Agency. I also know what she would eventually to come to mean to you.” She placed a comforting hand on his arm for a brief moment.

John fought not to show any emotions. He had visited Earth more than just those two times and he’d been jealous of the love Jack found with Ianto, a love he longed to feel himself. Once, succumbing to a drunken urge, he had taken the chance to glimpse his own future and shocked into sobriety to see his future tied intimately to that of Tosh’s.

River could see the pain in John’s eyes but she knew the man needed to hear the full story. “Ianto Jones is dead.”

John’s head snapped up to meet River’s eyes. “What? That can’t be possible! Eye-Candy and Jack were meant for a long life together.” John had been surprised and shocked when after his first visit to Earth, he’d run into both Jack and a very-much-alive Ianto in the 22nd Century.

“Ianto was also pregnant.” River dropped the final bomb and for a moment John forgot how to breathe. His heart went out to his former lover; he had seen first-hand how much Jack loved Ianto and he simply could not imagine the pain he was going through at the loss of both Eye-Candy and their child.

He hesitated to ask but he needed to know. “Did Jack know that Eye-Candy was pregnant?”

“No.” River had tears in her eyes as she told him the sad truth. “Ianto never got the chance to tell him.”

At that moment John knew what he had to do. “What are you planning?” He wanted in on it no matter what it took. “How can I help?”

River grinned as she answered with a deceptively casual shrug of her shoulders. “Save Toshiko and Ianto, save the world. Are you in?” She asked, already having a good idea of what his answer will be.

“Of course I’m bloody in! My future’s at stake too.” John downed the last of his drink before asking River one important question. “Who did you send to get Jack?”

“The man who owes it to Jack to make all of this right, and the only one who stands a chance of getting Jack to help us; the Doctor.” River knew her lover had a lot of things to make right with Jack.


The Doctor did not have far to look for to find Jack; as expected, he was still in the same spot where he’s last seen him, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. ‘Oh Jack, how could I have not seen the pain you were going through when I have suffered the same heartbreak when I lost Rose.’ The Doctor cursed his former self for not taking the time to truly talk to Jack before throwing Alonso at him.  With the wisdom of hind-sight, he realised that he could not have insulted Jack Harkness any more if he tried, and a wave of shame and guilt washed over him. He’d been nothing more than an inter-galactic pimp, offering Jack a tawdry distraction in order to salve his own conscience.

As he stood in the shadows and watched Jack read the note and then turn towards Alonso, the 11th Doctor couldn’t believe how blind his past self had been. The depth of pure hurt in Jack’s eyes staggered him, and the Doctor’s hearts clenched. ‘He lost the love of his life and I throw a pretty face at him, thereby confirming Jack’s belief that I only see him as a playboy, or worse, a whore.’

The Doctor was disgusted with himself. “I’m sorry, Jack, but I will make this right, I swear,” he vowed to his former Companion. With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and headed into the bar. He wouldn’t blame Jack if he wanted to take a swing at him; if he could, he’d take a swing at his former self also.

As hard as he tried, Jack just couldn’t find it within him to flirt with Alonso. He couldn’t believe how low of an opinion the Doctor had of him to think that a pretty face could easy the pain of losing Ianto. Fresh tears arose in Jack’s eyes as he thought of his Welsh lover. The guilt of never saying those three little words back to Ianto when he was alive was a heavy burden on his heart. It would be a scar that would never heal. ‘I’m so sorry, Ianto, for failing you and for never telling you every day we had together how I really felt, how I still feel, how I will always feel.’

Alonso shifted nervously in his seat; it was clear from Jack’s body language that his company was not really wanted. Biting his lower lip he opened his mouth to say something, anything, to dispel the uncomfortable silence only to be beaten by another.

“Hate to interrupt but I need to speak with the Captain.” A very unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind them breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Turning around Jack and Alonso came face-to-face with a young man wearing a bowtie.

“Sorry, not interested,” Jack told both the mystery man and Alonso before turning back around to his drink. He didn’t think he’d be interested again for a very long, long time.

Taking a deep breath the Doctor used the only way he knew of to get Jack to come with him. ‘This is going to hurt,’ he thought with a grimace. “Really? Not even what I have to say is about Ianto Jones?”

The question had barely left the Doctor’s mouth before he found himself pinned against the bar and held there by a very pissed-off Jack Harkness.

“Don’t you dare mention his name! You know nothing about him.” Jack snarled getting in the man’s face.

The smell of alcohol was strong on Jack’s breath and the pain in his eyes was enough to bring tears to the Doctor’s eyes and the Doctor felt his hearts break for his friend. “I know that he wasn’t meant to die at the hands of the 456. I know how much you love him and I know how much he loved you. He wasn’t meant to die, Jack, and I can save him for you, but only with your help.”

Despite the huge amount of hyper-vodka he had drunk, Jack’s brain was still able to process everything. “Doctor?” he questioned softly.

The Time Lord nodded his head. “It’s me, old friend. I’m here to make right what should never have happened.”

Jack didn’t want to believe it. “Please, Doctor, if you ever had any feelings of friendship for me at all, please don’t torment me with the false hope of seeing Ianto again.” He couldn’t bear the idea, the fantasy, the dream of being reunited with Ianto again, of being given a second chance, only for it to turn out to be a cruel trick.

“I am not here to torment you, my friend. I am here to make things right. And the first thing to fix is to save both Miss Sato and your Mister Jones.” The Doctor did his best to reassure Jack, and he searched the immortal’s eyes, praying he’d see some little spark of hope. “Ianto Jones was meant to live; he was and will forever be your destiny. You will never be alone again.”

Jack tilted his head in confusion. “Tosh? But what about Owen?”

“I’m sorry, Jack, I’m not sure about Owen’s destiny, but if there’s a way to save him as well, then we shall try our best to save him. But your brilliant Toshiko Sato was just getting started on her journey; it is upon her work that the Time Agency will one day be built. Without her there will be no Time Agency,” the Doctor explained earnestly.

For a brief moment Jack couldn’t breathe; he’d always known that his Tosh was destined for greatness, he just never realised how great. He felt sadness that the loss of Owen was an event that was meant to be. Still, hope began to flare throughout his body at not only getting his beloved Ianto back but also his brilliant Toshiko.

“How?” he breathed out, sober clarity taking over his alcohol-befuddled brain. He suddenly realised that he still had a death grip on the Time Lord’s shirt and he unclenched his fists from the fabric.

The Doctor took a deep breath as he felt Jack’s grip loosen allowing him to breathe easily again. “Come with me, Jack, we need your knowledge; you’re the only living person who can tells us what happened when the 456 arrived. We need you, Jack. Ianto and Tosh need you.”  

A new light entered Jack’s eyes as he once again found reason to go on living his long, immortal life. He would have his beloved Ianto back and this time he was going to do it right. ‘One last chance and this time I will not waste it; no more letting my fear of the future pain of losing Ianto cloud my judgement anymore. I have already lived a life without Ianto and never again will I waste my precious time with my beautiful Welshman,’ Jack vowed silently to himself.

He’d already blown his first two chances with Ianto. He’d let his feelings for others lead him astray from what was right before his eyes, from the life and love he could have shared with Ianto. He’d let fear and lust lead him astray instead trusting in his love and that had cost him the only man who had ever truly loved him. Despite his youth, inexperience and innocence, Ianto Jones had seen him for the man he really was and had accepted and loved him anyway, warts and all.

Jack turned to face the silent Alonso. “I’m sure you’re a very nice guy but my heart belongs to one man and one man only and I will not, I can not, betray him.”

It stung a little bit to be rejected by such a handsome man, but Alonso knew that if anything were to ever happen between them, it would never be him that Jack was seeing but his lost love. Plus, the fact that he was a sucker for true love meant that he would never stand in the way of someone else’s happily-ever-after. “I understand, Jack; good luck on your quest.” Alonso smiled at him before turning his gaze to the Doctor. “Good to see you again, Doctor.”

The Doctor smiled back at the young man. “You too, Alonso.”

Alonso picked up his drink and headed away to give Jack and the Doctor some privacy to talk.

Jack met the Doctor’s gaze with determination in his blue eyes; he was going to get his Ianto back. “Tell me what you need to know.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but grin; he’d just found the Captain Jack Harkness he had been looking for.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 16th, 2012 05:08 am (UTC)
Oooooh I love, love, love this *forgets dinner and keeps reading*
Apr. 16th, 2012 07:19 am (UTC)
I'm so glad to hear you love this so much. *I do hope you remembered to eat dinner.*
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