Fandoms: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Doctor/Luna, ?/Tosh, ?/Donna, ?/Rhys/Gwen, Andy/?, Tom/Martha and Owen/? with past Michael/Luna, Jack/Luna/Ianto friendship and mentions of Doctor/Rose
Summary: In the year that never was the members of Torchwood Three lived different lives, now those lives are about to return. How will what happen in that year change all of their futures?
Spoilers: TW ‘Adam’ and all of S2, DW S4
Warning: Gwen bashing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or Doctor Who. I do own Luna and all other future original characters to come.
Jack was amazed at how smoothly his team ran everything while he was locked away in his office arranging Gwen’s temporary transfer to Torchwood Two. Despite how badly he wanted to seduce Ianto down in the archives Jack knew that he needed to keep to his word and contact Archie to arrange Gwen’s transfer. As he waited for his call to go through – sometimes the secure Torchwood lines took so long – he mentally chastised himself.
Part of him felt guilty for the role he had played in her downfall. ‘I am the one in charge here; I should have done my damn job instead of constantly making excuses for her.’ Jack shook his head ruefully; ‘maybe I need to spend some time in Archie’s boot camp as well! If I’d put an end to Gwen’s diva behaviour when it first began, we wouldn’t be here now.’
When he finally got a hold of Glasgow, he didn’t spare Archie any of details; he even included his own failings when dealing with Gwen. In a low voice, he confessed to the older man how he had let her get away with actions that would have gotten anyone else a nice dose of Retcon.
Something Jack didn’t know was how just close the leader of Torchwood Two was to his special star until Archie flat out told Jack, “I’m glad to see that you have gotten your head out of your arse when it comes to that woman! I’m glad you’ve finally opened your eyes to what’s been standing right in front of you all this time.”
Before Jack could say anything, Archie concluded his loud and forceful scolding of the immortal by saying, “Ianto Jones is a remarkable young man, Harkness, and if you hadn’t started treating Ianto the right way when you did, then I was going to steal him away to Torchwood Two.”
“No!” Jack hastened to reassure him. “I love Ianto and I’m not letting anyone or anything come between us!”
“Good,” Archie growled, “because if I had to go down to that bloody hellhole you call Wales than there was going to be hell to pay!”
It wasn’t easy to convince Archie to take on Gwen’s remedial training; apparently the few times Archie had been forced to deal with Gwen during Jack’s absence, the Welshwoman had made a pretty poor impression on the Scotsman. Although she hadn’t come right out and said the words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she found dealing with Torchwood Two beneath her. Her attitude towards the Scotsman had been one step short of out-right rudeness.
Truth be told, Jack found it to be a downright struggle to get the stubborn Scotsman to accept his proposal and agree to take on the challenge of Gwen Cooper. Jack had nearly called the whole thing off when Archie had jokingly suggested that he would gladly take on Ianto’s training instead.
Jack had ended up flying into a green-eyed jealous rant at the very suggestion that someone else would train his star. He spent several minutes on such a passionate monologue about why he would never share his Ianto with anyone that he actually sent Archie into gales of laughter that left the other man gasping for breath.
“Oh, laddie,” he finally managed to speak again. “I haven’t laughed like that in years!” Well, not sober, anyway,” he chuckled. “Now, quit you’re worrying; Ianto is loyal to you in every way, though God knows why. I asked him every day you were gone to join me and he turned me down flat every time.” The amusement was clear in Archie’s voice and it caused Jack to bristle all over again.
“Ianto Jones is not going anywhere and if he was I would be coming with him,” Jack growled menacingly into the phone. He did not like the idea of anyone trying to take his Ianto away from him, not when he’d finally, as Archie had so colourfully put it, gotten his head out of his arse. He was going to do anything and everything he could to make sure that Ianto was treated the way he should have been all along.
Archie’s continued chuckles drifted over the line. “You’re showing your green side. Ianto Jones is yours; he has been for the longest time. It’s not my fault you were the only one too blind to see that.”
At Archie’s words, Jack slunk down into his chair and he focused his eyes on the CCTV monitor next to his desk. It showed Ianto working in the M-N section of the Archives; with a tender smile, Jack reached out and traced Ianto’s figure with his fingers. “I really was a fool, Archie,” he confessed. “I thought Gwen was the one who would make me feel human again. When I first met her, I saw so much of Rose in her that I was willing to overlook Gwen’s faults; I thought they were the same faults that Rose often showed.”
“Ah, yes, young Rose,” Archie sighed. “She was truly the best of us, don’t you agree?” The crusty old Scotsman had fallen head-over-heels for young Rose Tyler even though he was almost three times her age. She and the Doctor had popped in one gloomy winter’s day to save the Highlands from a hormonal Raxion who’d taken a left at the Milky Way instead of a right.
Her rampage of anger over being lost on such a backwards planet had nearly torn the whole upper half of Scotland from the island. Rose had been the one to commiserate with the alien and calm her down, and she’d won the old man’s heart in the process. Archie had walked on sunshine for weeks after the TARDIS had departed, taking the Raxion with them.
“Yes, she was,” Jack agreed fondly, lost for a moment in his memories. With a shake, he brought himself back to the conversation. “I was a fool, I know that now, but all that mattered to me was that I had someone like Rose around once again. My hubris nearly cost me Ianto and that is simply acceptable. It is not a mistake I will be making again. Ianto means far too much to me.”
Archie’s chuckles faded as he stated knowingly, “Sounds like love to me, old chap.”
A soft and gentle smile spread across Jack’s face as he happily answered Archie back, “Yes, it is.”
“Alright, old friend, as a Scotsman, I am a sucker for true love so I’ll take on re-training Gwen Cooper. But know this, Jack Harkness, if this woman turns out to be a pain in my arse and is untrainable I reserve the right to Retcon her and dump her back in Cardiff,” the older man grumbled in his best brogue.
“Agreed!” Jack could have jumped for joy.
“I’m not done yet, laddie,” Archie McTayish shouted the phone. “And I have the God-given right to give you a proper earful for such a stupid hiring.” The Scotsman barked the final terms of his agreement.
Jack wanted to curse; something told him he was going to be getting that lecture from Archie no matter which way Gwen’s re-training went. “All right, you have a deal.”
“Glad to hear it, Harkness; make sure you have Gwen ready to go by this Friday. We’ll be okay until then, but if you could send her to us sooner that would be fine as well. I don’t like having my team down one when there’s an agent available.” Now Jack knew he was once again talking to the brusque, all-business leader of Torchwood Two and not the fun-loving, whisky-drinking Scotsman everyone knew.
Jack had to admit that the idea of getting rid of Gwen even faster than planned was very attractive, and he knew that the sooner Gwen was off to Torchwood Two getting some proper training the better it was for everyone on his team. “I’ll see what I can do, Archie; Gwen has a fiancé and I need to find out if he wants to go with her. Would that be a problem for you if he does?”
In truth, Jack honestly had no clue whether or not Rhys would be willing to leave his life behind in order to follow the woman he planned to marry to Scotland.
“Jack, given everything you’ve told me about Miss Cooper, are you sure that her and Mr Williams’ relationship is all that perfect? Perhaps Mr Williams would like to use this time alone to ponder whether or not he truly has a future with Miss Cooper.” Archie pointed out.
Archie’s words made Jack stop and think; it was odd to hear someone who’d never met Gwen and Rhys, who lived on the opposite end of the island, say the very thing that Jack himself had actually been wondering about for a while. He had his doubts about how much Gwen truly loved Rhys; he’d seen the looks of discontent and restlessness on Gwen’s face when she watched Rhys working around the Hub. Even thought she played ‘happy couples’ whenever her fiancé was with her, Jack suspected Gwen was a far cry from being a blissful-bride-to-be.
Jack rather suspected that if Rhys Williams really was ‘it’ for her, then Gwen wouldn’t have been casting those soulful please-love-me-eyes at Jack all the time. “I guess that will be up to Rhys as to whether or not he chooses to come with Gwen. No matter what he decides, though, I assure you that Gwen will be in Scotland by the end of the week.” Jack promised Archie.
“Good. Oh and Jack? Take good care of Ianto or I will steal him from you. You’ve said it yourself; who wouldn’t want a hot Welshman working for him?” Archie started chortling to himself; he knew exactly how to get under Jack’s skin and enjoyed doing it.
Jack’s angry snarl went unheard by Archie; the Scotsman had already hung up on the fuming immortal, leaving the man to rage impotently and alone. Jack slammed down his own phone before he shot to his feet; informing Gwen of her transfer could wait until after he had some Ianto time under his belt. ‘That’s it! I’m going to get a collar with my name written on it and put around Ianto’s neck, or I’m going to tattoo “this is Jack’s” somewhere on Ianto’s body where only I’ll be allowed to see.’ Jack grumbled to himself as he stalked off towards the Archives.
As he passed Tosh’s desk, she tried to catch his attention, but Jack deliberately ignored her. Nothing was going to get in his way, not when he had a star to claim.
As Jack stomped silently past her desk, Tosh saw the determined look on his face and quickly set the CCTV to record what was sure to be a hot Jack-and-Ianto encounter in the Archives. Now that Donna and Luna were around to participate in her voyeuristic habits, she finally had someone to share in the hours and hours of footage she had stored up. “This is sure to be one of the best clips ever!” she giggled to herself as she set her computers to auto and gathered up her purse.
Owen looked up as he heard Jack’s heavy footfalls pass Autopsy and head down the stairs toward the Archives. The fact that his boss didn’t look in to see what he was working on meant only one thing; he was going down to see Ianto. “Right! I think this calls for a very long lunch, one that could go on for a few hours.” Owen saved his game and shut off his computer. There was no way in hell that he was going to be in the Hub when Jack and Ianto got down to some loving.
The Doctor blinked owlishly at Owen. “Isn’t it a little early for lunch?” He was so focused on figuring out a piece of alien tech that he had completely missed Jack’s dramatic departure for the Archives.
Owen couldn’t believe that anyone could be so dense. “Unless you want to have a front row seat to a private viewing of the Jack/Ianto show, I suggest you come with us.”
“What?” The Time Lord looked around the Hub. “I don’t see anything…”
Donna rolled her eyes when she realised that the Doctor still wasn’t getting it. “Oi, space man! He means they are going to have hot man-on-man sex.”
The Doctor blanched and Luna and Tosh both blushed at Donna’s blatant wording while Owen smirked broadly. He was so thankful that the brash redhead had been the one to lay it out for the Doctor. “Oh, right, they’ll be dancing.” The Doctor rubbed his hands together. “Well, in that case I’m starving, where shall we eat?” he asked, clapping his hands together.
As the Doctor and Owen high-tailed it out of the Hub, Donna linked arms with Tosh and Luna. Fixing her gaze firmly on Tosh, she whispered under her breath, “You are recording this, right?”
Tosh nodded with a grin; she couldn’t stop a leer from crossing her face for a moment. “Of course I am! We can watch it tonight along with some of the many hours of footage I have,” she promised.
A thoughtful look crossed Luna’s face. “You know, Tosh, you could make a fortune selling DVD copies of that footage.”
Tosh’s grin was downright evil. “Oh, I know! I’ve already made a nice little profit from the ‘What You Can Do with a Stopwatch’ footage.”
Identical looks of shock crossed Luna and Donna’s faces as they realised that Tosh was actually telling the truth. “Please tell me you still have a few copies lying around for us?” Donna asked hopefully, and Luna bobbed her head up and down in excitement.
“Of course and if there are any other pieces you want, tell me and I’ll make you your own copies.” Tosh winked.
Owen and the Doctor were out in front of the Tourist Information Centre waiting for the others to join them, and when they arrived, both men shared a look silently agreeing that they did not want to know what put those naughty leers on the women’s faces.
Ianto sighed as a pair of strong arms slipped around his waist and he rested back into Jack’s hold. “How did the talk with Archie go?” he asked softly as he tilted his head to give Jack access to his neck.
Jack growled lowly as he thought of his conversation with Archie and he nuzzled his nose into Ianto’s neck. “Fine, except he kept making a play to get you. He’s agreed to take Gwen on and would like her there by the end of the week.”
“I know it was hard, but I’m proud of you, Cariad.” Ianto snuggled into Jack’s arms; it was truly his favourite place to be.
“Do you think I should talk to Rhys before I inform Gwen that she is being reassigned?” Jack asked as he felt Ianto completely relax in his arms. “See if he wants to go with her?” He asked the question that has been at the back of his mind ever since he finished his talk with Archie.
“It might be wise; perhaps Rhys would even be a calming influence. After all, it does concern him as well, and who knows Rhys might choose to go with Gwen.” Ianto shivered as Jack began placing kisses along his neck and up his jaw. “Something tells me that you didn’t just come down here to talk about Rhys and Gwen.”
Jack smirked against Ianto’s jaw before whirling him around in his arms and pressing his body against his star’s, letting Ianto feel his all-out need for him. “Why would I want to think, let alone talk, about Gwen when I have you in my arms?” Jack’s voice was rich with lust and love.
A seductive smirk curled across Ianto’s lips. “And I did promise you we could make love in the Hub,” he whispered and his eyes grew heavy with desire.
A shiver of delight coursed through Jack’s body as Ianto referred to it as making love and he could no longer hold back his need for Ianto and he crushed his lips against Ianto’s. He loved the way his star tasted; it was a combination of coffee, mint and a special something that was uniquely Ianto.
For the first time ever, a tiny piece of Jack’s mind refused to get into the game. Unfortunately, the rest of his brain decided to follow and he needed to know that Ianto was his and never going to leave him for a better offer. “Ianto?” he murmured against the other man’s lips.
“Please tell me that you’ll never leave me, Yan, please?” Jack knew he sounded unbearably needy, even girly, but the question was eating at his soul. He’d never survive if Ianto were to leave him for someone else, even Archie McTavish. “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me; I think that might be the thing that killed me permanently.”
Ianto pulled back far enough that he could look Jack directly in the eye. “I give you my word, Captain Jack Harkness; I will never, ever, under any circumstances that I can imagine, voluntarily leave you.” He turned his focus to Jack’s lips. “Never is a very long time, and we have forever between us. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
“I love you, Ianto Jones,” Jack whispered in a ragged breath as they finally broke for air again.
Despite having reassured Jack of his permanent place in the immortal’s life, Ianto could sense that there was still something bothering his lover. He cupped Jack’s face and looked deeply into Jack’s blue eyes. “I love you, Jack, and don’t you ever doubt it. My heart is yours and yours alone and there’s nothing anyone can do to take me away from you.” Ianto promised and sealed his vow with another smoking-hot kiss.
Jack clung to Ianto and poured all the love he felt for Ianto into their kiss. Feeling Jack’s love for him, Ianto could no longer hold back and his glow began to fill the dark Archives as they completely lost themselves in each other.
‘I wonder if I should feel guilty,’ Rhys asked himself as stared at his lunch companion, Kathy Swanson. ‘I mean, shouldn’t I feel just a little guilty because I’m happy for a change, I mean truly happy for the first time in a very long time just because I have time away from Gwen?’ It didn’t seem to matter how understanding or stoic he was around Gwen, it had gotten to the point where just couldn’t handle her attitude anymore. Nothing he did was good enough for her and he was just so tired of her always finding fault with him.
“Rhys, please talk to me? I know something is bothering you.” Kathy pleaded softly as she placed her hand over Rhys’; she truly hated to see her old friend so clearly unhappy.
Rhys sighed as he stared into his cup of coffee. “I feel as if I don’t know Gwen any more. Since she started working for Torchwood she’s changed, and not in a good way. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, Kathy, but she is not the woman I fell in love with.” Looking up he met Kathy’s comforting gaze and that gave him the strength to go on.
“I asked her to marry me in hopes that we could get past everything and start our lives together, but I can’t help it, I feel like the only reason she said yes was because Jack was gone. I’m really beginning to wonder if marriage is the right thing to do. I hate to say it, Kathy, but while I love Gwen I’m not in love with her.” Rhys finished off softly. “Not any more.”
Kathy’s heart went out to the man; she’d never told him about Gwen’s past affairs with her fellow officers, both before and after she’d started working for Torchwood. Kathy was certain that Rhys didn’t know about the way his intended would look at Jack at crime scenes, with longing, lust and love in her eyes. She could probably guarantee that Rhys had no clue about the way Gwen once looked at the snarky medic and the way her body language screamed ‘shag me’.
Kathy knew that learning the truth about Gwen would only end up hurting Rhys and breaking his heart. With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she admitted to herself that she should have spoken up the moment she learned about Rhys’ proposal. ‘Who knows, maybe that would have spared Rhys the pain he’s going through right now.’
Clearing her head with a firm shake, Kathy took a fortifying gulp of her coffee. “Listen to me, Rhys, if you’re not sure that marrying Gwen is the right thing to do, then put it off until you and she can truly talk about this. Marriage is something that you cannot enter into lightly.” Reaching out she put a comforting hand on his shoulder, not quite sure why she had such a strong desire to comfort him.
“You are an amazing man, Rhys Williams, you always have been. You should never have to feel like you’re second best to anyone. Gwen should consider herself damn lucky to have you in her life and if she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.”
‘I know if I had you, I would treat you like the king you are.’ Kathy silently fought back emotions she thought she had longed buried, feelings that should have died the moment Rhys met and fell in love with Gwen Cooper. ‘No, now is not the time to dredge up old what-ifs. Now I should just enjoy my lunch with an old friend.’ Kathy pushed her old emotions back into the shadows of her mind and to focus on the now.
Kathy wasn’t the only one at that table having thoughts of what-if. Until he’d met Gwen, Rhys had been sure that he’d fallen in love with Kathy, and now as gazed at the woman across from him, Rhys Alan Williams couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t made the wrong choice.
Standing in front of the tourist office Gwen squared her shoulders. “I belong at Torchwood Three,” she fumed aloud. “I am second-in-command, damn it, and it’s was time everyone remembered that!”
A smug smile crossed her lips. ‘Plus, Jack must be back by now which means he’s finally come to his senses and realised that it’s me he wants and not Ianto. Besides, Jack made it perfectly clear in front of everyone that I am the only one he couldn’t live without.’
With her head held high Gwen entered the Tourist Office; no one, especially not some jumped-up Tea-Boy with an inflated sense of self, was going to keep her away from her rightful place at Jack’s side.
As Ianto’s body curled into his on the ragged old couch, Jack decided that next to making love with Ianto and next to kissing Ianto senseless, cuddling was the next best thing. “We need to do this more often,” Jack murmured as he pressed a kiss into Ianto’s damp hair.
Ianto shifted so he could rest his head more comfortably on Jack’s chest. “What making love in the Hub? We do that on a daily basis,” Ianto pointed out to Jack.
Ianto felt Jack’s chest rumble with chuckles. “Well, yeah, we could always do that more often, but not just that, I mean the cuddling as well.”
A teasing smile crossed Ianto’s face as he looked up at Jack. “Who knew that Captain Jack Harkness was a snuggler?” Ianto teased. “I don’t know if the Universe is ready for news like that!”
Cupping Ianto’s chin with his hand Jack made Ianto look him in the eyes. “I will only ever snuggle with you, Ianto Jones, only with you.” He promised with all his heart, and to his immense delight. Ianto pressed his lips against his in what Jack hoped would lead to another round of love-making.
“Jack! What the hell are you doing?!” An ear-splitting shriek of indignation and anger shattered the air.
Jack groaned as Ianto abruptly broke their kiss and struggled to put a little distance between them. Without warning, rage began to fill him as he turned to address the person who has so rudely interrupted his and Ianto’s alone time. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Cooper. Not that it’s any business of yours, but I was kissing and cuddling with my lover.” Jack growled as Ianto finally managed to move out of Jack’s hold and get up off the couch.
Climbing to his feet, Jack crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Gwen; she was the last person he wanted to see at the moment, whether he was with Ianto of not. In truth, Jack wanted to put off telling Gwen of her reassignment until after he talked to Rhys. Anybody who’d ever met Gwen knew that she was not going to be happy about being sent away. But seeing her standing there, sneering down her nose at his lover was making him angrier than he’d been in a very long time.
Jack could see that her judgemental scrutiny was making Ianto very uncomfortable and suddenly Jack didn’t care about anything other than getting rid of the woman who was so deliberately hurting his lover. “You know, Gwen, I’m actually glad you’re here; it saves me the time of coming to see you later.”
Hope flared in Gwen’s chest at Jack’s words; ‘I knew it! That was nothing more than a good-bye kiss and now the Tea-Boy’s out of here!’ She sent Ianto a look of smug self-satisfaction; it was clear that Jack finally was going to dump Ianto and profess his love for her. She wet her lips in anticipation of their first kiss and pushed her bosom out for Jack to admire.
Jack’s next words wiped the smile right of her face and made her blood boil. “Gwen Cooper, you’ve been reassigned to Torchwood Two, effective immediately. You start on Friday.”