Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, 9th Doctor/Donna, 10th Doctor/Ross, Martha/Tosh, Mickey/Jake, some Ross/Rose, one-sided Jack/Rose, Esther, Suzie, Mary, Gwen, Owen/Rhys, John Hart/Andy, Amy, Lisa, 11th Doctor/Rory, River and others
Summary: To impress his lady love Jack vows to go over the wall and bring her back a piece of the fallen star, he just never counted on that star to be the handsome Ianto Jones. Their journey is filled with danger and excitement and along the way love blooms between man and star.
Word Count: 34,179
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Stardust
Spoilers: The whole movie of Stardust
The Doctor opened the door to his cabin and tossed Ianto inside. “Get in there, wretch!” the Doctor ordered before slamming his doors shut. Then, without warning, it was like a switch was flipped and the atmosphere in the room changed immediately. The gruff and scowling Doctor turned to face Ianto and the still very much alive Jack with a big smile on his face. “So, that went well, I thought. Now, tell me news of my beloved England. I want to hear absolutely everything.” He clapped his hands together.
“Hang on. I can’t believe your crew fell for that. And where in God’s name did you get that mannequin from?” Ianto asked, still not quite believing that the Doctor’s crew was that easily fooled.
With a cheery grin on his face and with a bounce in his step, the Doctor began answering, “Oh, it works every time. An ounce of bargaining, a pinch of trickery, a soupcon of intimidation, et voila! The perfect recipe for a towering reputation without ever having to spill one drop of blood. Ever try to get blood stains out of a silk shirt? Nightmare.” The Doctor shuddered in remembrance.
Jack and Ianto shared a look before Jack cleared his throat, “Right, but I still don’t understand how they won’t recognize me.” While the crew had been fooled by the Doctor’s act he had no doubt that they would soon recognize the captured man that had just been thrown overboard.
The Doctor just smiled at Jack with a cheery grin, “Jack, my dear boy, when I’m done, your own mother won’t recognize you. Now, we’ve no time to waste. We only have two hours before we make port. First and foremost…”
Grabbing Jack by the arm he hauled him over to the giant walk-in closet filled with all types of clothing, and surprisingly enough, quite a few pieces of women’s clothing as well. “It’ll be so good to see you out of those dreary clothes.” The Doctor wrinkled his nose as he looked at the soaking wet clothing Jack was wearing. “So very small-town-errand-boy. Howling parochial.” Muttering under his breath, the Doctor began pulling out clothing and comparing them to Jack until finally after several moments he handed Jack an outfit, “Here. Tres you. I wore it as a younger man. I hate to throw anything away. You know the day you do, it’ll be back in fashion, be oh, so de la mode.”
After shooing Jack off to change, the Doctor turned to Ianto, “Now, you, darling, I have some lovely suits. Take your pick.” He watched Ianto fingering a dark black suit; add a red silk shirt to it and the Doctor knew that Jack wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of the young man.
Snatching his fingers away from the suit sleeve like they had been burned, Ianto smiled and shook his head. “Oh, no, really, I’m fine.” The star didn’t want to trouble their saviour any further.
Shaking his head the Doctor pointed out, not unkindly, “Honey, you’re wearing a bathrobe.” Walking past Ianto, the Doctor took out the suit and added the dark red silk shirt and handed them to the star.
Accepting the clothing gratefully, Ianto went to change, never noticing the matchmaking gleam in the Doctor’s eyes. The wily old sky Doctor knew exactly what soul mates looked like and it was glaringly obvious that the two young ones on his hands, even if they didn’t know it yet.
After changing Jack wandered back out into the main cabinet and got his first look at a properly-dressed Ianto Jones. He found that he suddenly needed to relearn how to breathe once he caught sight of the star. The instant he saw Ianto in the dark suit with the red shirt all he could think was, ‘red is so his colour!’ Jack felt his fingers itch with the urge to strip Ianto out of that suit and see it spread out on the floor as he showed its wearer just what effect the star had on him.
‘Whoa, where in the world did that come from? I love Rose and only Rose.’ Jack didn’t understand what was happening to him; it had always been Rose that had filled his thoughts, but now the star was almost the only thing he could think of any more, he had barely thought of Rose until just that moment, and that worried Jack.
Ianto had to admit that Jack did look handsome dressed in a light blue shirt and dark trousers, and Ianto had to admit the red braces and the greatcoat made him look very dashing indeed.
The Doctor wanted to bounce on his feet as he saw the looks being exchanged between the two men, but he restrained himself, didn’t want to give the game away too soon, as it were; still he clapped his hands. “Now, England, England! I want to hear everything.” He grabbed Jack by the arm and dragged him over to the chair in front of the vanity table, all the while thinking, ‘Really, this military haircut has to go.’
“But, you’re not from England.” Jack was surprised by how deep the Doctor’s desire was for news of Jack’s homeland.
Sadly, the Doctor shook his head. “Oh, no, sadly, no. But from my earliest youth, I lapped up the stories. People always told me they were nothing more than folklore, fairy tales and rumours about a world beyond the wall, but my heart told me they were true. As a boy, I’d scurry away from my father at the market while he did his dealings just to peek over the wall, dreaming of, perhaps, crossing it one day, seeing England for myself, and finding him again.” The Doctor trailed off into a wistful tone as he recalled a wish that would never come true.
“Find who again?” Ianto asked softly having caught the look of intense longing in the Doctor’s eyes.
“The young man who stole my heart from the moment I laid my eyes on him, my handsome Ross.” The Doctor sighed, and a soft, sweet smile played across his lips.
Jack could only blink with surprise. It had to be a coincidence; there was no way that the Doctor’s Ross was Rose’s Ross. “So you were looking over there,” he stated trying to get back on topic.
“Oh, yes,” the Doctor muttered all the while studying Jack’s hair, and as he began to work on changing Jack’s appearance, he continued telling them about his past, “Mind you, I did my best to fit in here. Tried to make my father, Captain Ghostmaker, proud, and forged a decent reputation as a ruthless marauder and cold-blooded killer. But then my father died. I always promised him I’d take over the family business, keep the old girl flying, you know?”
With a tear in his eye and a catch in his voice the Doctor told them, “You have no idea the lightness it brings to my heart being able to confide in you two charming young people. It’s the pressure of maintaining the whole Doctor Shakespeare persona for the sake of the crew. You see, I’m very much a man of my own creation. Even chose the name specially. Took me ages. See, I’m thinking legendary British wordsmith. My enemies and crew are thinking, ‘Shake! Spear!’. Its the little things like that that make me happy.”
“I don’t understand that. Surely it would make you happier just to be yourself. Why fight to be accepted by people you don’t actually want to be like?” Jack didn’t understand why anyone would go to such lengths to try and fit in.
“Yeah. Why would anyone do that to himself?” Ianto echoed, giving Jack a knowing look that the other man completely missed.
“Exactly.” Jack agreed, smiling at himself in the mirror as he took in his new haircut. Thanks to a touch of the Doctor’s special brand of magic, his hair had somehow grown out a little longer and his bangs were now gelled and styled.
Ianto rolled his eyes in fond amusement at Jack’s blindness; he thought it endearing of the man was so much like the Doctor. On the one hand, the star found it curious that both men hid their true selves behind a mask, while on the other hand, he considered it a shame, as he rather liked the true Jack Harkness and Doctor Shakespeare.
Two hours later
As the Doctor predicted the ship made port in two hours, made known throughout the ship with Jake’s call, “Port ahoy! Ready the lightning barrels!”
The Doctor took Ianto, along with most of his crew, leaving Jack time to get in position for the Doctor’s plan.
Ianto, having never willingly stepped foot on Earth before, found himself taking in every little thing that caught his eye. During his time as Jack’s prisoner, he’d been too far busy glowering at Jack’s back and mumbling angry words to pay any attention to the world around him. The Doctor couldn’t help but let a tiny smile slip through his mask as he watched the star’s eyes widen with childish glee. Knowing the danger Ianto would be in if anyone figured out who he was, the Doctor made sure to keep the star in his sight at all times.
They made their way to the shop at the end of the alley. “Hurry up,” the Doctor ordered not at all liking the calculating look in Adam’s eyes as the blond trailed his gaze boldly over Ianto’s suit-clad body.
Mickey and Jake hauled in the barrels full of lightning and Adam began his inspection. “Yeah, doesn’t seem very fresh, I’ll be honest,” the devious shopkeeper told them.
The Doctor scowled as he growled out, “Shall I give you a little taste, young Adam?”
Gulping comically, Adam made a big show of taking another look and tapping on the barrels. “No, no. Oh, there you go. Brilliant! I think it’s still crackling, very much alive, still tres fresh.” Adam revised his pervious statement with an overly big and obvious forced smile on his face.
“So, name your best price,” the Doctor demanded.
“For ten thousands bolts?” Adam asked as he stroked his chin. “Hmmm…”
“Ten thousand bolts of the finest quality, each one is grade A.” Tosh spoke up from her position at the Doctor’s right side. “We only harvest the very best.”
Adam treated Tosh to his most lascivious leer and was in turn fiercely glared at by Martha; she did not like this man or the crush he had on her Toshiko. Clearing his throat nervously, Adam returned to the possible sale at hand. “Yeah, but it’s difficult to shift, isn’t it? Difficult to store. If I get Revenue in here sniffing around... Best price, 150 guineas.” Adam finally offered.
“Gentlemen and ladies put the merchandise back onboard and prepare to sail.” The Doctor spun on his heel and started walking towards the door.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Adam cried out panic; he couldn’t afford lose this sale.
“Adam, always a pleasure.” The Doctor’s crew knew he was lying through his teeth even as they prepared the barrels of lightning for transport back to their ship.
“Hold on, hold on! One minute, please, Doctor S. Hold on, cuddles.” Adam quickly grabbed the Doctor’s arm to stop him from leaving and the very instant he touched the Doctor, Tosh drew her sword, quite prepared to permanently separate Adam’s hand from his body. It was only the Doctor waving her to stand down that saved Adam’s hand and probably his life.
“One-sixty.” Adam snatched back his hand and made his new offer quickly.
Crossing his arms the Doctor stared down the other man. “Seeing as I’m feeling particularly generous today, I’ll settle for two hundred.” He smoothly counter-offered.
A snide chortle escaped Adam’s lips. “Two hundred? Okay. You’re having a laugh. Have you had your head in that?” Adam pointed to the barrels. “Has he been sailing up where the air’s too thin?” He looked at the Doctor’s crew, waiting, hoping that one of them would laugh with him.
“You are being very rude.” The Doctor growled out.
“Not anymore.” Adam took one look at the slowly building anger in the Doctor’s eyes, and decided that he wasn’t going to mess with this very dangerous man any longer.
“Two hundred.” The Doctor repeated his price in a non-nonsense voice.
“One-eighty.” Adam offered instead.
“That’s not negotiation. I’m changing my number, one-eighty-five.” Adam offered again.
“Did I hear two hundred?” The Doctor would not be budged from his price.
“From you, you did. Yeah. You said two hundred. If I did, you’re a ventriloquist. Okay, one-nine-five, final offer.” He would not move another cent.
The Doctor nodded. “One-nine-five it is. So, with sales tax, that’s, let’s see, two hundred.” He said with an extremely satisfied smile.
Adam smiled back, although he would rather have punched the Doctor instead. “Brilliant; put it in the back,” he told Mickey and Jake. Only after the men got the okay from their Doctor, did they start moving barrels. Adam waved the Doctor over to follow him, and Ianto, having strict orders to stay with the Doctor at all the times, began to follow them. They’d only walked a few pieces when Adam turned to glare at him. “Yes? Can I help you?”
Ianto looked to the Doctor for guidance, and when the other man gave him the nod okay, Ianto wandered a few feet away to look at something in a display case.
Adam shook his head. “Nosey git,” he muttered about Ianto but one look at the glare on the Doctor’s face and Adam figured it would be wise to get straight to the reason why he pulled him away into a private chat. “Have you heard the rumours going around about a fallen star?” he asked with lurid excitement lacing his voice. “Everyone’s talking about it! You get your hands on one of them, we can shut up shop. Retire.” Adam was no fool, well, he could be at times, but even he knew how valuable a star was.
“Fallen star?” The Doctor asked with curiosity, and he risked taking a quick glance at Ianto. He could see by the sudden, albeit minute, stiffening of the young man’s body that he’d heard what Adam had asked.
“Yeah. Anything on your travels?” Adam asked hopefully.
Adam pouted; that was not what he wanted to hear. “Not even a little sniff of a whisper? Everyone’s going on about it down at the market.”
That piqued the Doctor’s interest. “Which market?” He kept his voice calm. “The market near the wall?”
“Yeah,” Adam nodded his head thinking that maybe the Doctor did know something after all.
“Well, Adam, you’re wasting your time if you’re listening to gossip from the kind of pond scum trading down there.” The Doctor told him firmly, knowing that it was time to get Ianto out of the shop and back to the relative safety of his ship.
“Well, if…” Adam trailed off as a familiar-looking blond woman entered the shop, bumping right into Ianto but carried on like nothing happened.
“Oh, my word! Speak of the devil.” The Doctor knew this might just be his best chance to get away.
Esther glared at Adam. “Oh, yeah? What were you saying, then?” the witch demanded.
“Oh, just what a wonderful woman you are, Esther. How the world wouldn’t be the same place without you. You look great! You’ve had your feet done, haven’t you? Come on, you can tell me,” Adam lied straight to her face with a smile on his face.
The Doctor gave a big smile. “Seeing as you two have business to attend to, Esther, Adam, have a good day.” Turning on his heel, he grasped Ianto’s arm tightly and whispered, “Come on.” Adam might not see what Ianto was but a witch certainly should, it was time to leave as quickly as they could.
Esther watched the Doctor and his crew go, feeling as if she missed something. But whatever it was, it didn’t come to her, so she shrugged her boney shoulders and turned her attention back to the shopkeeper.
Arriving back at the ship in record time, the Doctor’s crew instantly went on guard as they caught sight of a strange man lounging about on deck. As one, they all drew out their weapons in a well-practiced move.
“Stand down!” the Doctor ordered, coming forward to embrace Jack. “This is my nephew, the fearsome buccaneer, Jack Harkness. He’ll be joining us for our journey home.” He hastened to explain Jack’s unexpected presence to his crew before reaching out and grabbing Ianto and tossing him into Jack’s arms. “Here you go; I have the perfect gift to keep you amused and out of my hair on the way, Jack.”
Thoroughly enjoying the feel of Ianto held close to his body, Jack blinked for a moment before understanding what the Doctor was saying, and he tightened his grip on Ianto and yelled, “Arrg,” which was echoed by the rest of the crew. No one looking at him, except perhaps for Ianto and the Doctor, knew how foolish he felt making that sound, but it seemed appropriate at the time.
“Let’s get young Ianto on his way home!” The Doctor nodded to Tosh to get them underway, and then he escorted Jack and Ianto below decks.
Time on board the TARDIS passed quickly for Jack and Ianto; they began helping out by catching lightning, and the crew and the Doctor took in upon themselves to teach Jack how to sword fight.
Ianto found good friends in Tosh and Martha and they often spent a lot of time together; at the very moment the three were snacking on fresh fruits as they watched Jack and the Doctor’s sword lesson. To everyone’s amazement Jack managed to beat the Doctor. “Touché. I’m impressed.” The Doctor said as he allowed Jack to help him to his feet. Toshiko had been the last person to best him in a sword fighting match, and both the Doctor and his crew were surprised.
Night had fallen on the TARDIS and the star-filled sky was clear; the crew were relaxing on deck, some were playing cards, others just chatting quietly and one man sat on a barrel and softly played an old violin. Sitting in the shadows, Jack felt a strange emotion burning within him as he watched the Doctor dance with his Ianto.
“Ianto, I know what you are,” the Doctor whispered and he felt Ianto tense and begin to move away; the Doctor tightened his grip on Ianto. “No, no. Have no fear. No one on this vessel will harm you, but there are plenty who would. Your emotions give you away, Ianto. You must learn to control them. You’ve been glowing more brightly every day, and I think you know why.” The Doctor hinted with a quirk of one eyebrow.
“Of course I know why I’m glowing. I’m a star. And what do stars do best?” Ianto refused to admit the true reason for the marked increase in his bright, happy glow.
“Well, it’s certainly not the waltz,” the Doctor joked, before an idea came to him and he whirled Ianto over to Jack. “Now you try,” he instructed Jack with a broad wink behind Ianto’s back.
Smiling with delight, Jack gladly swept Ianto into his arms and the two began dancing to music that had suddenly become quite romantic in nature. They moved as one across the TARDIS’ deck, and Ianto began to glow more and more brightly until he was the light in the dark night.*****