Fandom’s: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Rhys/Gwen, Rhys/Donna, Andy/Kathy, John/Tosh, Doctor/Isabella, James/Jenny, Tom/Martha and Mickey/Jake and mentions of John/Ianto
Summary: How long can one person takes being the second choice before they break? And have Ianto and Rhys reached that point?
Warnings: Gwen bashing
Spoilers: Torchwood S2 ‘Meat’ and ‘Something Borrowed’
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, I am willing to take ownership of Ianto and Jack since RTD can not take care of them. I do own James and Isabella and all other original characters.
Author Note: Unbeta so please forgive any mistakes
Bell could only groan as she heard James introduction. It was fitting that he would use the name of one of sci-fi most well know playboys and captains.
‘Please don’t let this end badly; I have a wedding to plan.’ Bell offered the silent prayer up to whatever gods were listening.
Knowing she had her own role to play in this scheme, she backed away from the bar entrance, adjusting the skirt of the uniform that James some how manage to get a hold of.
‘I can’t believe I let him talk me into this ridiculous plan.’ Bell thought to herself, but with a sigh resigned herself to her brother’s crazy plan.
‘Don’t go overboard James.’ She sent a finale plea before heading off to do her own task.
Out of the corner of his eye James saw Bell leave, ‘she could at least act like she has a little faith in me.’ He pouted to himself.
Singling the bartender he orders a beer before turning his attention to the man beside him.
‘Jeez dad you look like hell, no wonder she bought us here.’ James had only seem Jack look this lost and broken only once before and that was when Bell and tad had been kidnapped.
That was the day he saw how dangerous his dad could be and the power of the oncoming storm. That is not a imagine he will forget for a long time.
“So what exactly could cause a man to drown his sorrows in water? Cause I really don’t think that strong enough to drown the pain.” James mention casually.
Jack merely laughed bitterly, “Trust me there is not enough alcohol in the universe to numb this pain.” Was all he muttered before drowning his glass of water.
‘Oh boy, this is not going to be as easy as I thought. I hope Bell is having better luck.’ James thought before turning his attention on fixing the broke mess that is his future father.
Isabella sighed as she struggled with huge bouquet of flowers that blocked her view, her fingers reaching out blindly hoping that she would press the right elevator button.
Grumbling under her breath, “James couldn’t you have picked a smaller bunch of flowers?” Bell cheered slightly when her fingers brushed over the up button.
Entering the elevator she shifted the flowers out of her arms onto the floor, from her pocket she pulled out a piece a paper with Ianto’s room number written on it. Not even wanting to know how her brother managed to get it.
Pressing the button she moved to rest against the wall, her eyes flickering over the flowers, they were an over the top mixture of all different kinds of flowers, the type an man in love who needs to apologize would pick or would pass as a secret admirer with no taste.
‘This will either work or be an epic failure.’ Bell predicted.
Pushing away from the wall she picked up the flowers as the elevator came to a stop on the floor she needed, as she made her way to Ianto’s room she let her mind drift back to how she got roped into this.
Colours exploded in front of her eyes from the bouquet of flowers were thrust into her face. Pushing the flowers out her way she looked into the face of her grinning brother and groaned. “Whatever you’re planning, forget it.” She growled.
James pouted looking like their dad when tad refused him something, it is a very dangerous look. Bell sighed in defeat and James gin only grew.
“Now we know dad is very possessive and easily jealous if someone makes a move on tad, dad still gets trigger happy when Uncle John calls tad, eye-candy. So we are going to be using that to our advantage.” James declared.
“You want to create a fake secret admirer for tad? Are you crazy?” Bell demanded to know.
“I am quite sane, the test said so.” The quip come back was said with a smile.
Bell could feel the beginnings of a headache.
“Oh here catch,” was the only warning Bell had been for a something landed on her head.
Scowling she reached up and pulled the cloth material from her head, a sigh escaped her lips not even wanting to know how James manage to get a hold of one of the uniforms.
“Okay here’s the plan, I’ll talk to dad, and you deliver the flowers to tad. Dad will go talk to tad, see the flowers and the note become filled with jealous and set out to prove to tad that he is the only one he loves, it’s foolproof.” James boasted before bouncing out of the room.
Bell looked at the uniform and than to the flowers, “we are so doomed.”
Reaching Ianto’s door she knocked and waited.
After a few moments the door opened and Bell felt her heart break for her tad, his blue eyes were swimming with such pain and heart break. ‘Dad you truly are an idiot.’ Bell cursed her father for hurting her tad.
Forcing back her emotions she placed a fake smile on her face, “Mister Jones, I have a special deliver for you,” she told him.
Ianto sighed, “If there from a Jack Harkness you can just send them right back to him,” he wouldn’t be won back to Jack by just flowers.
Glancing at the card Bell tried not to choke on the name, “no sir they are from a John Hart.”