Fandom’s: Torchwood/Highlander/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Methos/Ianto, Rhys/Gwen, Rhys/Kathy, Andy/Amanda, Owen/Gwen, Owen/Cassandra, John/Caitlin, Duncan/Tosh, the Doctor, Martha, the Master and Sean/Thalia
Summary: After Jack left them, the remaining members of torchwood three knew they either needed to start over or fall apart. This is their journey as they begin anew and face the changes that will define them all.
Spoilers: Doctor Who S3 ‘Last of the time lords’ and for the year that never was. Torchwood S1 ‘End of days’
Warnings: Some Gwen bashing, mentions of past abuse all forms, torture, and brutal deaths.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who they belong to he-who-shall-not-be-named. Nor do I own Highlander. I do own Caitlin, Sean and Thalia.
It had been in the middle of the movie when sleep claimed Tosh. Duncan who had been keeping one eye on Tosh was not at all surprised when her head landed on his shoulder and Duncan couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was.
“The room beside yours is free.” Ianto spoke up softly, startling Duncan out of his admire of Tosh.
Duncan took note of how cosy Ianto looked snug in Methos arms as he raised his eyebrow in question at his fellow immortal.
Ianto smiled at Duncan. “I don’t think that I am going anywhere considering the death grip Methos has on me so it is up to you to put Tosh to bed.” Ianto told him.
Duncan dared to glance at Methos and was met with a dark glare, not that Duncan was surprised it was the same every time during a Methos/Ianto reunion Methos rarely let Ianto out of sight for the first few days.
In truth Duncan didn’t mind carrying Tosh; he managed to get his arms underneath Tosh’s knees and managed to get to his feet with her small body cradled against his chest.
Everyone watched them go and once Duncan was out of ear shot Amanda turned to Ianto with a grin on her face. “Nice matchmaking move.” she praised the other immortal.
“So how long have you known Tosh was pre-immortal?” Methos suddenly asked Ianto.
“Since the moment I met her.” Ianto told him.
Joe looked interested. “Any other pre-immortal’s we should know about?” He asked.
Ianto nodded his head. “I’ve only found one other and if all goes as plan they will soon be apart of the team.”
Amanda looked at Ianto with curiosity, “So when do we get to meet the rest of your team? Because let me tell you I don’t like the sound of this Gwen Cooper, she seems to have some sort of power over weak willed mind men and she will try to use her power on Methos, Duncan and Sean, well that will more then likely be the last thing she ever does.” And Amanda knew if Gwen tried anything that it would be the last thing she would ever do, Ianto was just as possessive over Methos as Methos is over him and Ianto doesn’t share his lovers. ‘I can’t wait for Caitlin to meet Gwen.’ Amanda thought with a wicked grin, oh that will be a fun meeting indeed.
“Yes, when do we get to meet the rest of your team?” Methos wasn’t all the impressed with what Ianto had told them of his team, the only one he liked, well other then Ianto of course, was Tosh still there was a lot of work to be done with this team.
Ianto sighed. “I figure it would be best to wait until Thalia, Sean and Caitlin got here, that way I could introduced everyone at one time.”
Joe nodded his head he agreed with Ianto’s plan, plus Methos would be more likely to place nice with both Ianto and Thalia around. “So when should they arrive?” The watcher asked Ianto.
“Sometime tomorrow morning, if there planes are on time.” Ianto answered him.
Methos gave a shark like grin. “Good then Sean and I can have a little talk.”
Everyone felt a stab of pity for the younger immortal, no one wanted to be on Methos bad side and dating his daughter was one way to get there, another was to break Ianto’s heart.
Ianto decided to distract Methos the only way he knew how and that was by kissing him senseless.
Joe and Amanda rolled their eyes and turned their attention back to the movie.
Duncan had laid Tosh down on top of the covers instead of risking waking her, he snuck into his room and stole a blanket from his bed and gentle covered the sleeping Tosh. “Good night Tosh.” Duncan whispered as he pressed a light kiss on her forehead.
A smile appeared on Tosh’s face in her sleep as she murmured happily at the kiss that she was sure she had been nothing but a dream because in her mind she was destined to be the unloved one.
”So what do you know about Ianto’s team-mates?” Cassandra had been waiting for that question; she placed her magazine down and turned to face her companion.
The flight was quiet as the other passenger gave into the sleep that called to them while a very few watched the movie, Cassandra knew their conversation would not be over-heard.
She turned to face the beautiful dark skin woman, her raven black hair pulled into a high ponytail and her dark eyes focused on Cassandra. Caitlin Logan may look like she is in her early twenties but do not be fooled by her looks she is a deadly warrior.
“Toshiko Sato shows the most promise and will accept what we tell her with easy, I see her future greatly intertwined with Duncan’s.”
Caitlin placed her hand over Cassandra’s in support. “Are you okay with that?” She asked knowing all about Cassandra past relationship with Duncan.
Cassandra smiled at her friend. “I am fine, what Duncan and I had is in the past, Tosh is his future and I am happy for him.” And she truly was, she will always care greatly about Duncan but there was no future for them.
“As long as you’re okay with them, then I shall be too.” Behind her warrior mask Caitlin cared greatly for her family and friends.
A gentle smile crossed Cassandra’s face. “Thank you. It is the other two I fear we will have the most problems with, Owen Harper will be distrustful of us at first and refuse to listen to Ianto but he will come around.” Owen Harper confused her and she wasn’t sure that she trusted her visions of them ending up together.
Cassandra gave her head a gentle shake as she got back on track. “Gwen Cooper will be our greatest problem, she will not accept us at all, she will refuse to listen to Ianto, she places one of us in danger and she flirts with Methos and Duncan steady. From what I see of Gwen Cooper, I do not trust her and I doubt she will stay long in Ianto’s new Torchwood.” Cassandra nearly growled out, she could not remember the last time she felt such anger towards another who wasn’t Methos.
A feral growl escaped Caitlin’s lips. “If Gwen Cooper becomes a problem then I will end her.” That was a promise.
Rhys Williams was not as blind or as stupid as some people believed he was. He knew Gwen hasn’t been completely faithful to him, he knows that she is in love with her dashing boss and he looked past all of that because he loves her and yet he doesn’t think he can do it anymore.
“Don’t I deserve to be happy with someone who loves me?” He asked the empty apartment before taking a sip of his beer.
Gwen had called with the same excuses, she had been using all week that she had to work late, but Rhys couldn’t believe her, not with so many doubts rolling around in his head. He needed to end this façade of a relationship because his heart couldn’t take it anymore.
After their very lengthy kiss Methos practically dragged Ianto from his living room, past a smirking Duncan and into their room, where Ianto barely had time to blink before he found himself thrown on his bed with a growling Methos hovering over him.
Methos claimed Ianto’s lips in a possessive and dominate kiss one that Ianto submitted to with ease.
Next thing Ianto knew he and Methos were both naked; he blinked having no idea how that happened and pouted a little at been denied the chance to strip his love. ‘Only Methos and Jack can get me naked this fast.’ Ianto thought with amusement and a little sadness as he thought of Jack. He didn’t understand the hold Jack had over him.
Methos eyes narrowed as he spotted the sadness in Ianto’s eyes. ‘He is thinking of that damn Jack again and that just won’t do.’ Methos did not share Ianto, at all, and he was going to make sure that Ianto won’t even remember Captain Jack Harkness.
“Ifan.” Methos purred in a husky tone as he let his hand drifted Ianto’s chest, letting his fingers stroke the hairs there.
Ianto couldn’t help but whimper, he knew that tone of voice, Methos was going to leave him a begging mess before he did anything to him and Methos knew he would beg.
Owen Harper was in a pissed off mood and that was all due to Gwen ‘bloody’ Cooper.
Sure they were just shagging, he knew that she wouldn’t leave Rhys for him and he didn’t want her too. Gwen was good for a good roll in the sack but she was not and will never be a relationship type.
But what he will not be is a substitute, so when Gwen called out Jack’s name in the middle of their shag, well let’s just say the mood was ruined pretty quickly.
Gwen yelped as she suddenly found herself pushed away from Owen as he grabbed his pants off the floor of the medical bay.
“Owen, what the hell is your problem?” Gwen snapped from the table.
“I am no one’s substitute, and I will not sleep with someone who is clearly thinking of someone else. But let me tell you this sweetheart, Jack was never and never be yours. Ianto was the one in Jack’s bed because that is who Jack wanted. And don’t fool yourself into thinking that Jack didn’t go after you due to your relationship with Rhys well you would be wrong, if he wanted you and I mean truly wanted you then that wouldn’t have stop him. So do us all a favour and grow up.”
After saying his speech Owen walked out on an upset Gwen and head for the nearest pub hoping his luck would change.
Gwen was in a foul mood as she snuck into her and Rhys apartment, how dare Owen treat her like that and tell her lies about how Jack felt about her, she knew the truth and that was Jack loved her. Owen was just jealous that her heart belongs to Jack.
Careful she shut the door behind her as quiet as she could not want to disturb Rhys, she wasn’t really up to hearing his rants about Torchwood and her working late, he couldn’t understand what it is like to protect the Earth, he just a normal and boring guy.
“Hello Gwen, we need to talk.” Rhys came from the living room where he was sitting on the couch a serious look on his face.
Gwen hid a grimace she really wasn’t up for this now. “Can’t it wait until morning? I’m pretty beat.” She asked sweetly.
“I can’t do this anymore Gwen.” Rhys sounded so broken.
Gwen was taken back, she never thought she would hear those words come from Rhys mouth, “What are you talking about?” worried filled her, could he have remember her admitting her affair with Owen or did he find out about her and Jack?
Rhys sighed his body seeming to sag and his eyes looked so tired, “Everything, all the lies and the secrets. Ever since you joined Torchwood you’ve changed. Its like I don’t even know you any more, you are not the woman I fell in love with. And I honestly don’t know if I could love this new you,” Rhys meet Gwen’s eyes head on as he utter the words that would end their relationship, “I know I am not the only man you love or have shared a bed with.”
At that moment Gwen felt her world crumble, Rhys knew.
“I’m not blind, nor am I stupid. You’ve come home smelling like other men, and if that wasn’t damning enough you’ve called out other men’s name while you were suppose to be making love to me.” Rhys kept his voice neutral; he would not give Gwen the satisfaction of seeing him lose control.
Gwen moved towards Rhys, while she may not love him like she loves Jack, she needs him. “Rhys, I can explain.” She needed him to give her a chance to explain.
Rhys shook his head. “There is nothing to explain, I thought I could live with, I thought that you would see that I am the one you really loved, not some fantasy hero, but you didn’t and I can’t do it anymore. I deserve to be happy Gwen and it is clear that happiness is not with you.” Rhys took a steadying breath, “The flat is in my name, I want you out tomorrow. I’ll take the couch as I can’t stomach sleeping in that bed, not after all this.” Rhys turned away from Gwen.
Gwen could only watch him go a choked sob escaped her lips before she fell against the couch crying her heart out as she realized what she has just lost.
True to his prediction Methos did indeed have Ianto a pleading mess.
“Cariad, please, oh god, please Methos do something anything.” Ianto begged as Methos mouth continued to lavish his body.
Eyes darken with pure lust; Methos could only look down at Ianto. “You can still speak, so not gone far enough.” Methos grinned at Ianto’s growl.
“You’ll pay for this.” Ianto promised his voice rich with lust and need.
“I look forward to it.” Methos purred before returning his attention back to worshiping Ianto’s body.
As Sean hoisted Thalia bag off the baggage claim he turned to his lover. “Shouldn’t we tell your Tad that we are here?” He asked.
The redhead female raised an eyebrow. “My parents are alone, there is no way I am interrupting them. Besides I would like you to live at least one more day before my dad tries to kill you.” Thalia reminded him.
“You’ll keep me safe from your dad, won’t you?” Sean pouted, and with his drop dead gorgeous looks made Thalia want to tackle him right then and there, she knew her fiancé was half kidding and half serious, only a fool would not fear Death.
She kissed him chastity on the lips, “Of course I will, nobody kills my man,” she promised him.
Sean wrapped his arms around Thalia’s waist and deepened the kiss. “We should get a hotel room.” The raven hair man whispered against her lips.
“Right let’s go, because I have plans for you.” Thalia purred as she pulled away from him and walked away.
With a cocky smirk on his face Sean followed after her.
Thump thump, thump, thump,
Cassandra’s eyes shot wide open at the echoing sound of drums, her heart beating furiously in her chest at the horrors of her latest vision.
“Cassandra?” Caitlin’s worried voice followed her hand resting comfortable on her own.
Cassandra looked at her worried friend and uttered one sentence, “The Master is coming and he knows about us.”
Harold Saxon placed down the file he had just finished reading, it landed on pile of files. “Immortals, now this could be interesting, and the freak was shagging the beloved of Death, naughty boy Jack. Be ready immortals for here the drums are coming.” He whispered in his dark office, his fingers tapping over the file with Ianto Jones written across it.