Fandoms: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Martha/Tosh, John/Andy, Owen/Katie, Harold Saxon/John Smith, Rhys/Donna, James Harkness/Tommy Brockless, Mickey/Jake, Suzie/Lisa, Gwen, Rose, Rory/Amy, Kathy/Sarah Jane, Johnny/Rhiannon
Summary: AU. When investigative photojournalist Ianto Jones discovers that his newest assignment is to cover mob boss Jack Harkness and look into his nefarious dealings, he finds himself tangled in a web of love, lust and power when Jack sets out to make Ianto his.
Rating: Overall R but one NC-17 scene
Warning: Dark!Jack, may be some mentions of past torture, disturbing behaviour, character deaths
Word Count: 35,718
When Martha emerged from the house some time later, she wasn’t surprised to see that Jack and Ianto were gone. She pulled out her vid mobile and dialled John’s number so she could let him know that Grey’s remains had been taken care of and then she stopped dead in her tracks. Jack’s custom-made hover car was still parked in front of the house. Jack loved his car and no one else was ever, ever allowed to drive it, so how did he think it was going to get back to the house?
Her curiosity was piqued as she spotted what appeared to be a note on the front window. Delicately she lifted the wiper blade, plucked the paper off the windscreen, and read the message. With her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest, she read it again and then she literally dropped to the ground in shock. She never heard John shouting through her mobile, trying to get her attention; all she could do was stare blindly at the note in her hand.
That was how John and the others found her when they arrived almost ten minutes later. Seeing her in a heap on the cold ground, they immediately feared the worst. “Oi, Martha! Where’s our fearless leader and Eye Candy?” John demand. When she looked up at him, he was quite startled by the dazed and slightly vacant look in Martha’s eyes.
“Gone.” Martha’s voice was lifeless as her eyes and she handed him the note that Jack had so kindly left as Mickey and Jake helped her to stand.
Nightingale, it began.
I’ll be brief; I’m retiring and I leave everything to you. Try and turn it into something legit and take good care of Tosh. She loves you very much. Don’t bother looking for us. I’m taking Ianto somewhere special, somewhere that no one knows about. We’ll pop by to visit once and a while.
“That son of a bitch!” John growled under his breath as he tore the note into shreds and threw them into the wind.
Martha smiled sadly at him, unshed tears shining in her eyes. “You can’t blame Jack for wanting to get Ianto far away from this life.”
John snorted angrily. “That’s not what I’m mad about! That rat bastard left us to do his dirty work, Martha! We’re the ones who’re going to have to inform Eye-Candy’s scary sister and psycho cousin that he’s run off somewhere with Jack and even worse, that we don’t have a clue where that somewhere is!” John shivered as he thought of facing the rage of those two women, and from the way Martha’s dark eyes widened in fear, she hadn’t thought of that.
“I’ll kill him next time I see him!” Martha vowed. Then true inspiration struck. “No, I have a better idea. I’m gonna let Tosh have him. She’ll rip off his balls!”
Two Days Later
John and Martha had been in a state of utter disbelief ever since they received a call from Harold and John Saxon asking to meet. As they were ushered through the front door and into the parlour, John audibly gulped. Obviously, the Saxons had heard about Jack and Ianto’s disappearing act, and he and Martha were now destined to spend the rest of their lives in a UNIT prison, and not one of the nice ones, either.
They stopped just inside the door, unsure of what to do next. Their only avenue of escape was cut off when the parlour door was quietly but firmly closed behind them. To their suspicious surprise, John motioned them forward, indicating that they sit on the sofa by the fireplace. Even more surprising was the ample tea service laid out for four, complete with exquisite china and scrumptious bits to eat.
Dutifully, John and Martha sat and watched as John Smith-Saxon played Mother. They accepted their cups of hot tea with steady hands, and selected several items for the sweets and savouries array. For a while, Harold, Martha and the two Johns drank and nibbled and exchanged pleasantries and small talk. Finally, however, it was time to get down to business.
Harold gazed at the two as he informed them. “Adam Smith is dead, along with just about everyone who worked for him. Those few that survived have disappeared, gone underground or off-world. His organisation is permanently disbanded.”
Martha looked at John and saw that he was just as shocked as she was. “What… I mean… UNIT…?” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
With a quick shake of his head, Harold dismissed her unasked question. “No, UNIT had nothing to do with it. We’re as shocked by this turn of events as you are. Our investigations show that his safe house, workshops and warehouse were all blown up. It was a coordinated, well-planned and well-organised strike, designed to inflict maximum damage and loss of life without injury to innocent civilians.
“Who could do such a thing?” Hart demanded, his mind instantly creating a scenario where Jack’s team and organisation were next for annihilation by some outside group wanting to take control of New London for themselves.
As if he’d read John’s mind, Harold held up his hands. “We believe that Grey was behind the entire thing, that he planted the bombs and destroyed Smith in order to get his revenge for Estelle’s death.”
Grimly, both John and Martha nodded in agreement. Tosh had finally remembered being attacked by Grey in the living room, and she’d told them how insanely grief-stricken the man had been, even as he professed his love for Ianto.
“Good! It’s a fitting end for the bastard,” Hart growled under his breath.
Martha’s dark eyes narrowed. “You could have told us all of this in a vid call. You didn’t need to invite us to high tea unless… a hah!” she crowed triumphantly. “You want something from us! Okay, spill! What’s the real reason we’re here?”
Harold chuckled as his husband shifted nervously. “Rhiannon and Donna have threatened to do my husband significant and specific bodily harm if he does not tell them where Ianto is,” Harold informed them. “And I happen to like his specific parts, so, please, tell us how to find Jack and Ianto?”
Hart gave John a look full of sympathy; he and Martha had spent the past two days having to deal with their wrath. Martha smiled sweetly. “We would love to help you out, but we honestly have absolutely no clue as to where Jack and Ianto are.” She almost managed to hold back her laughter when she saw the look of pure terror that came over both Harold and John’s faces. It was truly a priceless moment.
Jack lazily dragged his eyes over Ianto’s bare skin which looked amazing surrounded by the deep red sand. Oh yes, retirement to their own private planet, where Ianto was forbidden to wear clothes, was Jack’s greatest idea, ever. Plus seeing the look of pure bliss that seemed permanently etched on Ianto’s beautiful face and Jack knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d made the right choice.
They returned to New Earth for visits every once and awhile, just as they’d promise. In fact, their latest trip had been to stand as best men for Martha and Tosh’s wedding. Jack had not been at all surprised to learn that Martha had managed to turn the business legit, and he was proud beyond measure for all that she and John had accomplished.
In Ianto’s honour, they’d even christened the old team ‘Torchwood’, after John Smith-Saxons’ Torchwood Gazette. One thing everyone agreed on was the fact that if Ianto hadn’t wanted to write an expose on Jack’s business dealings, they never would have become the premiere go-to organisation in New London.
As Torchwood, they worked for UNIT on semi-undercover special ops; when UNIT’s hands were tied by politics, policy or simple red tape, Harold Saxon proudly called on them.
Most importantly, of course, and much to the unparalleled joy of both John Hart and John Smith-Saxon, Ianto kept in regular contact with both Donna and Rhiannon. That one action alone guaranteed the continuing safety of their very specific and quite manly parts.
A pair of soft lips against his own had Jack breaking out of his thoughts and back to the man under him. “What’s got you thinking so hard, Mister Harkness-Jones?” Ianto purred as he gazed at his husband with love-filled eyes.
Jack felt a shiver of delightful anticipation go racing up and down his spine. Before arriving on their new home planet, they’d made a quick stop-over in the Vegas galaxy. In an open-all-night wedding chapel just off the famed Vegas Strip, an Elvis-impersonating preacher had married them in a short ceremony witnessed by chapel employees dressed as the Queen of England and John Wayne. It was thirty minutes that neither man would ever forget!
After returning to their ship, the newly-weds had thoroughly enjoyed a three-month-long honeymoon. They’d drifted aimlessly about the galaxy, making planet-fall whenever the fancy struck. For Jack, the part he loved the best was the fact that Ianto Jones, now Ianto Harkness-Jones, was his forever. They’d be together until the very end of time.
Realising he hadn’t answered his husband’s question and that Ianto was still waiting patiently, Jack smiled at his lover. “Just thinking about the very first time I made you mine forever.”
Ianto smile grew a little bit mischievous. “Why just remember it, when you can relive it for real and make me yours again,” Ianto purred arching his naked body against Jack’s. “Right here and right now?”
Heat flared into Jack’s eyes. “I love the way you think!” he growled as he kissed Ianto deeply on the lips. “I love you, Ianto,” Jack whispered against Ianto’s lips as the kiss ended.
“I love you, too, Jack,” Ianto whispered back. He gazed into Jack’s eyes as their lips met once again in a kiss filled with love, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them and the bright future that lay before them like a shining jewel.