Fandoms: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tommy/Tosh, past John/Jack, one-sided John/Ianto, Owen, Kathy, Gwen, Mickey/Jake, Harold Saxon, Rhys/Andy, Martha, James Harper, Ross, Rory, brief mention of the Doctor/Rose, Donna
Prompt: The Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
Summary: A Pirate Captain seeking to reclaim what was stolen from him joins forces with a young Blacksmith seeking to rescue his kidnapped best friend. Together they find more than just the adventures of their journey.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who.
Written for Reel_Torchwood Round 5
Battling non-stop, Ianto managed to keep the pirates at bay even as he tried to watch the fight between Jack and John; he was so afraid for Jack’s safety. 'I think I'd die if anything happened to Jack now!'
“You can’t beat me, Jack!” John boosted loudly and Jack merely smiled indulgently as moments later he impaled John with his sword and then took a step back to admire his handiwork. "You were saying?" Jack taunted his former first mate.
Sighing patiently, as if he were dealing with a naughty child, John removed the blade from his chest and immediately thrust into Jack, stabbing him straight through the heart. Jack couldn't prevent his gasp of surprise as he stared down at the blade.
“Jack!” Ianto cried out in horror as his blood ran cold and he began rushing towards Jack only to come to a screeching halt seconds later. Jack, clutching at the blade in his chest, staggered into the moonlight and in the glowing shafts of light, Captain Jack Harkness was revealed to one and all as a skeleton.
Realising that in some weird way Jack was still 'alive', Ianto sagged against the nearest support and started breathing again. 'Even without an arse anymore, Jack's still one sexy-looking man,' he silently giggled to himself. His amusement died as he watched Jack pull the sword from his chest and wipe it off on his pant leg.
As for John Hart, all he could do was stare in shocked silence. Finally, the power of speech returned to him but the only thing he could think of to say was, “That’s interesting.” It was the biggest understatement of the year.
Noticing John’s look of bewilderment, Jack pulled out the gold medallion he'd swiped from the treasure chest earlier. “I couldn’t resist, mate,” Jack offered both men a sickly grin and then shrugged guiltily.
Growling at Jack's betrayal, John retrieved his blade from the ground and rushed at Jack. ready to begin their battle again. Not really wanting to re-engage in their sword fight – after all, he was a lover, not a fighter – Jack spun around to run off but instead he upset an end table, scattering its contents across the floor “Sorry!” he giggled.
“So what now, Jack Harkness? Will it be it two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgement Day when the trumpets sound? Hmm?” John questioned mockingly as he walked around the table, kicking its spilled items out of his way.
“Or you could surrender,” Jack graciously offered before he danced away through the cavern.
“Arr!” John let out a loud bark of mocking laughter before he chased angrily after Jack.
Moving quickly and quietly, Tosh retrieved the cell keys and easily freed Owen and the others and then she followed them into hiding. After they lured the few remaining pirates back down into the brig area, it wasn’t hard for the men to throw Eugene and Johnny out the window and into the sea.
Tosh practically ran to the boats once they reached the deck. “All of you with me! Ianto is in that cave and we must save him. Ready? And heave!” Abruptly realising that she was the only one pushing Tosh spun around to the rest of the crew. “Please, I need your help! Come on!” she begged the others. "Please!"
After being nudged in the butt by his owner, Ross’ parrot flapped his wings and squawked loudly. “Any port in the storm!” he pronounced wisely.
Owen nodded his head; he had a good idea of what Ross was saying. “Ross’ right, we’ve got the Myfanwy.”
Tosh could not believe what she was hearing. “And what about, Jack? You’re just going to leave him?” She could not believe that they would abandon their Captain, especially when they knew he'd been abandoned by his crew once before.
“Jack owes us a ship.” Rory spoke up, moving to stand supportively next to Ross; as far as he was concerned, anyone could see that they were no match for a crew of cursed pirates desperate to be cured. It would absolutely destroy him if he lost Ross, and it would be even worse if it happened unnecessarily.
“And there’s the code to consider,” Owen reminded them of Jack’s last set of orders; 'keep to the code.'
That was the last straw for Tosh; she completely lost her temper and in an extremely unlady-like manner, she let every scurvy member of the crew know just what she thought of their bloody code. “The code? You’re pirates! Hang the code, and hang the rules! They’re more like guidelines anyway.”
Within minutes, Toshiko Sato-Saxon found herself alone in a boat rowing with all her might straight towards the cave while behind her, the Myfanwy set sail. “Bloody pirates,” she growled under her breath, her contempt for their cowardice as obvious as the sun in the sky.
It was Andy who noticed that the Myfanwy was moving. “Hey!” he shouted getting Rhys’ attention.
“What?” Rhys asked as he used the butt of his gun to knock out another UNIT sailor.
“Is it supposed to be doing that?” Andy pointed to the Black Myfanwy as she sailed away.
Rhys became filled with rage at the sight of white sails billowing in the wind and moving away from them at a rapid pace. “They’re stealing our ship!”
“Bloody pirates!” Andy shouted angrily at the departing ship and as he waved his fist in the air, a UNIT sailor got in a lucky strike and knocked him over the head. The force of the blow made his wooden eye pop out and go bouncing across the deck. “Ah, me eye!” More concerned with his eyeball than with his own safety, Andy got down on his hands and knees and began crawling after it. Silently he hoped against hope that he could before it got crushed underfoot in the battle.
While Jack and John were engaged in their battle of wits and swords, Ianto was dismayed to find himself pinned in a corner by one of the remaining pirates. “I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain,” the burly man growled as he stalked ever closer to Ianto. Trying to avoid the man's swinging blade, Ianto dropped down onto his haunches.
“Do you like pain?” A new voice cut through the air and out of the blue, Tosh knocked the pirate out with a single blow from a heavy staff. “Try wearing a corset!” she spat mutinously at the fallen pirate before turning to help Ianto back to his feet. Unfortunately, that was the moment she saw Jack in his skeleton form for the very first time and in her shock, she let Ianto fall back down onto his arse.
“Whose side is Jack on?” she stared in surprise; so much had been going on that she truly could not keep track of who was who and what was what. 'Need a bloody scoreboard, I swear!'
“At the moment mine... I think.” Ianto had climbed back to his feet without Tosh's help and was rubbing the bruise that was quickly forming on his behind. He giggled; 'Probably a good thing Jack can't see me doing this; he'd probably offer to rub my arse for me!' Then Ianto reconsidered. 'Actually, I kinda wish Jack was here; I'd probably like it if he rubbed my butt!'
Before he could explain his cryptic comment to Tosh, three more pirates rushed at them. The friends shared a grin as they each got a good grip on one end of the staff that Ianto had retrieved from the pirate Tosh had just clobbered. Working together in perfect unison, Tosh and Ianto managed to string the three skeletons together on the staff. 'It's just like making pirate shish kabob!' Tosh thought giddily.
Then it was Ianto's supreme joy to stick a grenade under the middle one's sash, pull the pin, and with a hearty shove, they pushed the trio out of the moonlight. Tosh watched in horrified fascination as the three skeletal figures became flesh and blood men again. A very childish pout twisted the middle pirate’s mouth as he told them, “No fair!” just as the grenade exploded and the remains of three cursed buccaneers showered down around them.
Launching a brutal kick, Jack struck John squarely in the chest and knocked him back several feet. Jack yanked his stolen coin from his pocket and then he used the edge of his sword to slash open the palm of his hand. He watched his life's blood well up for a moment before he made his hand into a fist and squeezed it brutally tight. He watched with baited breath as his blood splashed in crimson drops onto the surface of the medallion before he tossed it over to Ianto.
Knowing that after Jack Harkness, Toshiko was Ianto’s only weakness, John aimed his pistol at her, sighting down its barrel straight at her heart. Tosh froze in place, too terrified to move, and while everyone's attention was on John's trigger finger, Jack took the single shot he’d been waiting ten years for.
John Hart frowned and looked down at the bullet hole in his chest before looking up at Jack with pure disappointment shining from his eyes. With a sad shake of his head, he chastised his former captain, “Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot.”
“Oh, he didn’t waste it.” The beautiful Welsh vowels of Ianto’s voice carried across the cavern and echoed through the air. John looked up just in time to see Ianto standing next to the chest of cursed coins. In one hand, he held a bloody dagger; the other hand he clenched into a tight fist and suspended it over the treasure.
With a smile so sweet it could make an angel weep, Ianto opened his closed hand and let both medallions – the one his father had given him and the one that Jack had stolen – drop into the chest. Clink... clink.
A wave of powerful energy pulsed outward from the treasure chest and spread across the cavern, touching everyone and everything in its path. John dropped his sword and stared in alarm at the crimson stain blossoming on his tunic; he hadn't seen his own blood in so many years that he was mesmerised by the way it spread from his wound.
“I feel cold,” were his final words as he fell down dead; the apple he'd been carrying in anticipation of his cure rolled free from his hand and splashed into the water where it bobbed gently with the current.
At long last, the curse was broken.
Onboard the Valiant the rest of the cursed pirates discovered that they too were finally free of the Master's scourge when Rex suddenly dropped down dead after being run through by Tommy's blade.
As he stared at Rex's body, Rhys blurted out the only thing he could think of to say. “Parley?” He dropped his sword and then knocked the sword from Andy’s hand; luckily Andy had recovered his wooden eyeball before the curse was broken. Realising the significance of Rex's death, the others rapidly followed Rhys’ actions and surrendered their weapons as well.
The Governor made a quick check on the severed hand and what he saw nearly made him sick to his stomach and he slammed the drawer shut as fast as he could. Harold considered throwing the key out the porthole and into the briny deep as an added precaution but he stilled his hand at the last moment. His logical and tidy mind made a mental note to have someone clean that drawer at the first possible opportunity and to do that, they'd need the key. With a sigh, he slipped the key into his pocket.
Once the last pirate weapon hit the deck with a clang, the Commodore beamed out at the UNIT soldiers. “The ship is ours, gentlemen!” Tommy happily told his crew as he puffed his chest out with pride.
“Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!” The crew of the Valiant cheered loudly as did the Governor when he joined them on deck. Beneath his happy smile however, Harold Saxon was very worried about the fate of his daughter; the fate of Ianto Jones never crossed his mind.
In the cave, Jack watched as Tosh and Ianto shared a grateful hug. “We should return to the Valiant,” Tosh murmured as she and Ianto parted; she needed to make sure that Tommy was okay.
“Of course, your fiancé will be worried about you. I’m very happy to hear that you and Tommy are engaged.” Ianto pressed a chaste kiss to Tosh’s forehead.
As Tosh accepted her friend's congratulations, she glanced over Ianto’s shoulder. She caught Jack’s eye and she could clearly see that the pirate really wanted some time alone with Ianto. Taking pity on the older man, Tosh turned to leave. “Thank you, Ianto; I’ll meet you back at the boat.”
Ianto’s brow furrowed with confusion as he watched Tosh rush off. ‘Did I say something wrong?’ Ianto wondered before he turned around to look at Jack. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the intense lust and deep love shining brightly in Jack’s eyes. Knowing that it was all for him made Ianto go weak in the knees. Before he could say anything, Jack closed the distance between them and swept Ianto into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips that was full of everything he couldn’t say.
As their kiss deepened, Ianto could feel Jack’s apology for calling him leverage and for letting him fall into John’s hands. After that message was passed, Jack let his beloved Welshman feel all the love he had for him.
Ianto returned the kiss with all the passion his young body contained, pouring into it his understanding that Jack hadn’t meant to hurt him. He let Jack sense his forgiveness for having let the situation get out of hand in the first place. Finally, he sent wave after wave of his deep love for Jack flow through their kiss and into Jack's heart.
Their passionate kiss lasted until they were finally forced to break for air. Tightening his grip on Ianto’s waist to keep him close, Jack nuzzled Ianto’s neck. “Come with me, Ianto. Come with me on the Myfanwy,” Jack pleaded. "Please?"
Ianto had known from the moment he'd met Jack that he would not be returning to Boeshane. “Of course I will, Jack. I finally know where I belong," he reached up and stroked Jack's face, "and that's with you.”
Ianto’s answer filled Jack with more pure happiness than he'd ever felt in his life, but before he could kiss his soon-to-be-lover's tempting mouth again another voice cut through the air.
“While I’m happy for both of you, I would like to return to check on Tommy and my father.” Tosh stood at the cavern's entrance, hands on her hips but a smile on her lips.
Jack grinned at Tosh. “First, we'll get the Myfanwy and then drop you off at the Valiant,” Jack offered instead.
Tosh bit her lip and knew the time had come when she had to tell Jack that the Myfanwy was gone. The look of devastation on Jack's face brought tears to both Tosh and Ianto's eyes. Jack sagged into Ianto's arms, unable to fathom the loss of his beloved Black Myfanwy. He turned around and buried his face in Ianto's chest, desperately seeking comfort from the younger man. Ianto held him close, gently stroking his hair and whispering softly in his ear.
It took a few minutes for Jack to compose himself and even when he straightened up and faced Tosh, the pain of his loss was still evident on his face. As they left the cavern for the last time, he held Ianto's hand tightly, afraid that if he let go, Ianto would be gone as well.
In the small boat that Tosh had used to return to the cavern, Ianto swiftly rowed them towards the Valiant. Other than glancing over his shoulder from time to time to maintain his bearings, Ianto kept his worried gaze on Jack. The normally exuberant pirate was very subdued; he sat quietly, his shoulders slumped, staring out at the horizon.
“I’m sorry, Jack,” and Tosh really was. She reached out and took Jack's hand but he didn't even notice. She caught Ianto's eye and they shared a worried look; neither of them had ever felt so helpless before. Tosh exchanged a questioning glance with Ianto and when she saw him nod with approval, she turned to the pirate.
Finally Jack broke the silence. “They done what’s right by them. Can’t expect more than that.” If he had to tell the truth, Jack was just glad that his beloved Black Myfanwy was finally safely out of John’s hands. More importantly, however, he had his Ianto with him and they'd be together forever.