Title: Beautifully Broken
Fandoms: Torchwood/Harry Potter
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Sirius/Remus, Draco/Harry, Blaise/Luna, Snape/Neville, Rhys/Gwen, Owen/Tonks, Charlie/Tosh, Andy/Hermione.
Summary: The war had left him broken, but could Torchwood, and more importantly, Jack, heal him, or would the remains if his heart shatter?
Rating: R and sometime NC-17
Word Count: 30,361
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Harry Potter; I do own Emily Jones though.
Thanks to: royalladyemma for all her amazing beta work.
Twenty-three years ago
Worry and fear griped her as she moved silently through the shadows, careful to make sure that she wasn’t followed.
Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong.
Quietly, and with her wand drawn, she slipped into the house without a sound.
Hazel-green eyes met devastated amber eyes and she knew deep within her heart that nothing would ever be the same again.
“Remus?” She whispered softly as not to startle the shaken wolf or wake the sleeping bundle in his arms.
“James and Lily are dead and everyone believes that Sirius sold them out to the Dark Lord.” Remus’ voice was laced with such pain that it brought tears to her eyes.
“No! How could anyone believe that? Everyone knows how close James and Sirius are.” She would never believe that of the man she knew. Sirius would never sell out his housemate; James was one of his best friends, and his brother in everything but blood. Her heartbreak grew when she thought of the death of her own best friend; Lily would be greatly missed.
Remus met her eyes with heartbreak and determination in his amber eyes. “Emily, I need you to take Ianto and leave the wizarding world.” The normally calm wolf demanded.
Emily Jones felt her mouth drop open; never in any part of her mind did she ever think that Remus would ask such a thing, never mind order her to do it. Her mind floundered for a moment, and she couldn’t think of what to say. Finally, she gasped,
“Remus, you can’t be serious? I know nothing of raising a child, and besides, Ianto should be raised by his father.” Emily tried to reason with her friend.
But Remus was not to be denied; he shook his head and kept his gaze locked on hers as he stated seriously, “Emily, they will take Ianto from me, we both know this! In their eyes I am a dark creature; they will never let me raise my own son. Please take him; I need to know Ianto will be raised by someone who already loves him.” Remus implored her. “And you’re wrong; you will make a wonderful mother; look at how well you helped keep James and Sirius in line.”
Despite the situation, Emily rolled her eyes. “Yes, and I did such a wonderful job there.” Sarcasm dripped off her every word.
Remus knew that the former Ravenclaw woman was now the best choice to raise his son. Both Emily and Lily had been by his side throughout his pregnancy, and together, they had helped bring Ianto into the world. “Emily, there is no one else that I trust as much as I trust you with the life of my only son.”
Careful as not to wake or drop his sleeping son, Remus freed one hand and rested comfortably on her shoulder. “I know this is a lot to ask, but you are the only one Ianto and I have left. Please.” He pleaded with his friend.
Something inside Emily gave way and she nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it, but damn it, Remus, you are going to be a part of this boy’s life, and he will know the truth about his fathers and where he comes from.” She growled in warning as she pointed a finger at him.
Remus nodded, agreeing to her terms, a tearful mixture of gratefulness and sadness lingering in his eyes as he looked down at his son. “Always remember, Ianto, that your daddy and I will always love you, my little miracle.” Remus whispered to his son, kissing him gently on the forehead.
Sleepy blue eyes fluttered open and Ianto’s tiny hand wrapped around Remus’ fingers, and they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“We need to get moving.” Emily spoke up softly, hating to disturb the tender father and son moment.
Remus closed his eyes and nodded, vainly trying to hold back the tears that wanted to fall; he was unsuccessful as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He knew that he was doing the right thing, but it killed something within the wolf to know that in one night he had lost his best friends, his mate and now, despite his promise to remain an active part of Ianto’s life, he felt like he was losing his son as well.
The pain was unbearable.
Emily wasn’t even going to pretend she could understand what Remus was going through, but she could be a friend, which is something Remus clearly needed.
“It’s time to go.” Emily spoke quietly, Remus nodded and together the three of them slipped quietly from the wizarding world.
Twenty-three years later
Ianto let his eyes flutter closed. ‘I have no doubt that this will only lead to new nightmares, as if I don’t already have enough. Everything hurt; he didn’t know a body could stand this much soul-searing pain. Not even the war had left his body this battered and bruised. But this pain was nothing compared to the fact that his team-mates had completely ignored him.
Gwen, the so-called bloody heart of the team, had left him lying in the blood and filth on the floor, still tied up and gagged, as she rushed to Jack’s side.
Ianto had thought that at least Tosh or Jack would have spared a moment of their time to wonder where he was, but nope, he was left in that slaughter house alone while the animals who did this to him received medical treatment.
That fact alone cut deeper than any weapon ever could, to know that he was that easily forgotten by his so-called teammates. During the war, no one had been left behind or forgotten.
Thank Merlin for his magic, otherwise he might still have been tied up and forgotten.
Now all Ianto wanted to do was go home and nurse his wounds, all of his wounds.
‘I have no doubt that they are going to be there waiting for me.’ Ianto knew without a doubt that the magical charm, which he wore at his parents urging, had gone crazy when he’d been attacked, and that meant he would have a group of worried people waiting for him when he got home. It soothed the deep wound in his soul that while the team might never accept him, he did indeed have others who cared about him.
Not for the first time, he wondered if he shouldn’t return to the wizarding world and leave Torchwood, and its team, behind him as nothing but a bad nightmare.
“It’s time to go.” Jack announced as he moved towards his team; he glanced at Ianto out of the corner of his eye, wishing he could comfort the young man, but not knowing how. He had brought Ianto along in hopes of making him part of the team; on a selfish note, he wanted to reclaim the relationship they had shared before Lisa. ‘Brilliant move, Harkness, instead of reconnecting with him, you nearly got him killed.’ Jack growled at himself.
Hearing Jack’s announcement, Ianto somehow forced his body to move. Every step sent waves of pain shooting throughout his body and he nearly toppled over, but strong hands caught him just in time and cradled him with the outmost care.
“Are you okay?” Jack’s worried voice breathed into his ear. Ianto wanted to snuggle into that broad chest and forget about the rest of the world, at least until it stopped spinning so badly. He relished the feeling of Jack’s arms around him, holding him gently but firmly.
Ianto lifted his head and met Jack’s brilliant blue eyes; he was quite surprised to see so much emotion shining from them. “I’ll be fine, Sir; I’d just like to get home,” he admitted softly. He couldn’t understand why Jack was being so kind to him when less than a month ago he was willing to put a bullet through his head. ‘Not that I don’t like Jack’s attention on me,’ he thought. After all, even Lisa had noticed he had that he was falling hard for Jack.
Ianto winced as Jack’s words, ‘You hid yourself from us,’ came rushing back to him, and in truth, Jack had no idea how right he was. ‘Everyone has secrets, I just happen to have a few more than most people.’ Ianto thought to himself.
‘Like, for starters, my name is not Ianto Jones. No, I was born Ianto Black-Lupin, and I was raised by Emily Jones, my adopted mother, and by my father, Remus Lupin.
‘My second secret, well, neither of my fathers was a master tailor. No, one was a wrongfully accused mass murderer, and my other father is a werewolf. My mother was a childhood friend of theirs and the only one left to raise me in the Muggle world, free from the hatred of being the child of mass murderer and a ‘so-called’ dark creature. And, oh yeah, and we’re all wizards.’
Ianto had no doubt that his team would think he was crazy, because despite their jobs, it was abundantly clear that they didn’t believe in magic. Take the Mara, or the fairies as the others called them, for example. They were magic, old magic, and Ianto knew to stay far away from them and their chosen ones. Wizards both respected and feared the Mara, and given how badly Muggles sometimes treated their young, some children were better off living with the Mara.
Jack trailed his eyes over every inch of Ianto’s injured body, taking in every cut and bruise. His eyes lingered on the mark on Ianto’s throat and he felt burning hot rage boiling in his veins. Those bastards! They had tried to eat his Ianto. Jack was now wishing that he had killed those monsters instead of letting them live. ‘I see a big dose of Retcon in their future.’ Oh, yes, Jack was going to make sure that they were nothing but a drooling mess by the time he was through with them. How dare they try to tenderize his Ianto!
Setting aside thoughts of revenge for the moment, Jack looked down at Ianto. Right now what mattered was the wounded man in his arms. “Are you sure I shouldn’t get Owen to look you over?” Jack asked, ready to call for the doctor.
Ianto’s gentle shake of the head and his hand on Jack’s arm stopped him. “Don’t bother him; my mother is a nurse, I’ll give her a call. I really don’t want to risk her wrath of finding out that her baby was injured and I didn’t tell her.” Ianto shuddered, remembering how he, his dads and others, had hidden some of their injuries from her during the war. Emily Jones may be a sweetheart, but she could also be a fire-breathing dragon when someone she loved tried to hide any type of injury from her.
“I didn’t know your mother was a nurse.” Jack silently cursed himself; that was just one more thing he didn’t know about Ianto.
Ianto looked up at Jack with sadness in his eyes. “You didn’t ask,” he pointed out softly.
‘When’s the last time you ever asked me anything about my life?’ Jack closed his eyes in shame as he remembered Ianto throwing those words at them. Despite everything that had happened, the others, including Jack, himself, still kept Ianto at a distance. They didn’t know how to approach the man, and in truth, they still didn’t trust him. Ianto knew this, but he still showed up for work, keeping them in coffee, keeping them organized and doing a million other things little things that made their lives run more smoothly and yet, they still couldn’t say a simple thank you or even bother to untie him and help him off the floor.
Jack had hoped that this would have been the mission for them to get to know Ianto better, to find out what made the Welshman tick, to help make Ianto feel like a member of the team. It was something Jack knew he should have done a lot sooner, but the fear of the way the Welshman made him feel had Jack keeping him at arm’s length. It was an example that the rest of the team followed.
Deep down, Jack had to admit, that maybe, just maybe, Jack had hoped that this mission would have ended with Ianto in his bed. He missed flirting with Ianto, but more than that, he missed talking to Ianto, missed their long conversations over a whisky at the end of the day. Hell, he just plain missed Ianto. Ever since the Cyberwoman incident- Jack refused to call that thing Lisa- Ianto had been polite and professional, but that was it. Gone were the flirty looks and the teasing smiles, and gone were the nights when Ianto stayed late and just kept Jack company. Jack never realized how lonely he was until he didn’t have Ianto around anymore. He wanted his Ianto back and somehow, some way, he would win back Ianto into his life.
“Oi! Are we going or what?” Owen snapped at them, breaking Jack out of his thoughts. Owen wanted to get as far as away from this gruesome place as soon as possible.
“We’re coming.” Jack called back before glancing at Ianto. “Can you make it to the SUV?” he asked Ianto softly, caressing him with his eyes.
“I think so, with your help.” Ianto hated to show weakness, but he seriously doubted that he would be able to make it to the SUV without help.
Jack wrapped his arm around Ianto’s waist and helped him to his feet. He waited while Ianto steadied himself, and then together they walked slowly over to the SUV.
Owen took one look at Ianto and the difficulty he had simply putting one foot in front of the other, and then at the protective look in Jack’s eyes and declared, “Tea-Boy is in the front with Jack. I’ll keep an eye on the girls. But first I am gonna give Tea-Boy a nice shot for pain.” Owen prepped a syringe while he waited for the men to reach the vehicle.
Ianto really didn’t care where he sat as long as he got to sit down and fast. His legs had turned into a curious combination of lead and jelly, and it became more and more difficult to move. Jack noticed that Ianto was at the point of collapse and he quickly got Ianto into the passenger seat.
A grateful yet pained moan escaped Ianto’s lips as his battered body sank into the seat. ‘I just hope my dad’s keep calm,’ Ianto prayed; he did not want the team to face the wrath of Sirius or Moony, or any of his other overly-protective guardians. He was so lost in his thoughts that he never felt Owen poke him with a needle and give him a nice shot of morphine.*****