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, this chapter is a short sorry about that, next one will be longer.
Ianto Jones was use to many strange and weird things, he worked for Torchwood after all, but all that he has seen had not prepared him for John Hart to send him flowers, it was just too much.
It took all of Bell’s will power not to let her jaw drop like her tads. ‘What the hell is James think?’ A sudden thought hit Bell hard, ‘Oh my god, this is why dad always wants to kill or remove body parts from Uncle John.’
‘Sir, are you alright?” Concern lacing her voice, as she saw how pale her tad was.
Remembering his torchwood training he let his mask fall back into place only for his breath to hitch as he finally looked at the young woman, Jack’s blue eyes stared worriedly back at him. Forcing back the lump in his throat he answered, “Yes I’m fine.”
It was clear to Ianto that she didn’t believe him from the raised eyebrow a look that was scarily like his own.
If James was truly a mini-Jack as many have said, than there was no doubt that Bell was a mini-Ianto, which meant her tad couldn’t hide behind his mask, she was one of the few beside her dad who could see through it completely. So she could see the torment of different emotions swirling within him, shock that John Hart of all people would send him flowers, sadness it wasn’t from Jack and a little happiness that someone thought he was worth this gesture.
And in that moment Bell couldn’t help but hate her dad just a little bit for hurting her tad.
‘Dad you need to fix this fast.’ Bell growled to herself, ‘or you really are going to lose tad.’
Reaching out Ianto took the hands from Bell’s hands. Sure they maybe from John Hart and most likely a trick, but he can’t help but feel touched that John or anyone would send him flowers, he can’t remember the last time someone gave him anything.
Bell’s heart lurched at the lost look in her tad’s eyes. “Enjoy the rest of your evening sir.” She politely told Ianto backing away from her tad before she gave into the urge to give him a hug and tell him everything works out, that dad stops been an grade a idiot, but she couldn’t, timelines and all that. She and James are all ready risking much by been here one wrong move and they could wreck their future.
Yet as she walked away she couldn’t help but wonder why she had this nagging feeling that she was forgetting something important about this date.
Regain his wits Ianto called out to her retreating form, “you too miss.” Before turning his gaze back to the flowers in his hands. Part of him screamed he could throw them out that he can’t trust anything from Hart, but a bigger part of him didn’t want too, they may be an eye sore but since Lisa no one has given him anything and he just can’t find it in him to throw them out.
Re-entering his room he placed the flowers on the small table and pluck the card that nestled in them, sitting down he opened the envelope, pulling out a letter he began to read:
By now I have no doubt that Jack has somehow manage to mess things up with you. Which is a crying shame, I was really hoping for that threesome.
You deserve to be treated better than Jack has, so I’m making you an offer, come away with me. I can show you places that you have never dreamed off, you are been wasted on that back water planet, someone like you eye-candy is meant for far greater things than been a tea-boy and Jack’s part time shag.
So what do you say eye-candy, leave Jack and this dirt ball of a world behind, let me help you grow into the man you can become.
Trust me a week with me, you’ll be asking Jack who? I can make you forget all about Harkness and his wondering eye.
Ianto felt his breath catch, he never understood what he had to offer someone as worldly as Jack, and he couldn’t see what would draw John to him either.
‘This is most likely a trick; John is after Jack not him.’ Ianto told himself, yet even if it was a trick for the brief moment it felt nice to be wanted.
Miles away back at the hub a figure emerged from the shadows a thoughtful look on his handsome face. “Now if I was eye-candy were would I be?” John asked the empty air.