Fic: "Leave You" (Jack/Ianto) - 5/10
Title: Leave You
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Chapter: 5 of 10
Rating: R (M15+)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: Breathe Trilogy (Part One)
Summary: After losing his two best friends during an alien attack, Ianto quits Torchwood only to end up in a train wreck
Disclaimer: Still don't own. I'm not allowed to play in that sandbox.
Warnings: Very, very, angsty. And I mean that. Also, some spoilers for the season two episode "Fragments" for Owen's story.
A/N: Written for TWWC (Torchwood Australia Writing Challenge) #9
. Song used for challenge is Mika's "Relax (Take it Easy)"
. This fic is AU to S2 as it was written during when S2 was airing.
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From Part Four
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"No, this thing can't go any faster, and yes, I am hurrying." Owen shot Jack a look out the corner of his eye. "So don't bother asking again."
"I'm managed to acquire a satellite photo of the area," Tosh said, hitting a button and calling it up on screen, turning it so those in the front could see. "There's a large black cloud over the area, but when I do this..." she hit another button. "I can enhance the photo to pick up physical objects."
"Oh my god." Gwen shifted in her seat, staring at the picture. "Is that the train?"
Tosh nodded. The image showed quite clearly the outline of the train off the tracks, certain distortions in the picture obviously where the train had been torn open in places. The engine had been crushed, the first carriage looking like a giant fist had hit the side of it. The next two had jack knifed, while the remaining carriages were upright and still standing save for the rear that lay on its side.
"Where do you think he was?" Gwen asked, staring at the picture.
"Last carriage," Jack answered without hesitation.
"How can you know that?" Owen asked.
"He always sits on the last carriage." Jack shrugged. "He told me about it once when we were playing Twenty Questions."
"You never play Twenty Questions," Gwen said.
"Maybe he trusts Ianto," Owen said. “Then again, that could all just be a false pretence to get into his pants.”
Jack rolled his eyes. "Why are you on his side all of a sudden?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you have a habit of screwing us over and/or killing the people we care about." Owen's grip tightened on the wheel. "Lisa, Mary, Tommy, Nathan, Katie..."
Jack shot him a look. "Katie wasn't my fault."
Owen shook his head, setting his jaw and staring out at the road ahead.
Gwen frowned, looking at him before leaning toward Tosh. "Who's Katie?"
"Owen's fiancée." Tosh leaned toward her, lowering her voice. "She died before Owen joined Torchwood. An alien parasite attached itself to her brain and killed her and a group of surgeons when they tried to remove it thinking it was a tumour."
"Fucking parasite was eating away at her memories," Owen said, glancing in the mirror at Gwen. "And he-" he gestured toward Jack, "waited til she was dead then walked in wanting her brain. Bastard knocked me out and just took it, then proceeded to vanish and make me look stupid by editing the CCTV."
"Wouldn't be that hard," Tosh said.
"Oi!"
Gwen frowned. "So everyone's lost someone?"
"Everyone except you, Sweetheart," Owen said. "Maybe Ianto's right: you are Jack's favourite."
Jack shot him a surprised yet slightly horrified look.
***
"Look!" Anya pointed ahead. "A house!"
Ianto followed her finger, spotting the shape coming out of the darkness. "Yeap. It's some sort of building all right."
"Think we can hide out there?" Grant asked, glancing around them. "I think I'd feel safer indoors. We're exposed out here."
"Agreed." Ianto smooth Anya's hair where she was leaning against him, fingers of one hand gripping his belt. "Let's go see if anyone is home."
They started forward, nearing the building that they soon came to realise was a barn of some sort. Ianto frowned, remembering seeing it from the train and thinking about how he and Jack had once performed several rather interesting sexual acts in a place like that a couple of months ago, only he had brushed the thoughts off.
He reached back, gently prying Anya's fingers free and easing her toward Grant. "I'll go ahead and have a look."
"Be careful," Grant said, holding onto Anya's hand when she tried to follow Ianto.
"Always."
Ianto gave them a quick nod of reassurance, then turned and headed toward the barn. He let out a long breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself, all at once wishing he hadn't left his gun on his desk. It was like these things always seemed to happen to him. It would be rather typical, actually. First Lisa, then Nathan and Paul, so it would only be about right if he ended up getting killed too.
At least it would make Jack wake up to things. Too late, but it would still work.
He opened his eyes and rested his hand against the door, giving it a hard shove. It opened without incident, Ianto glancing around and noticing for the first time that someone had managed to break the lock. He frowned, stepping inside and noting the flicker of light coming from one side. Candle light, or at least some sort of flame.
He made his way further into the barn, taking in the smell of straw, wood and leather. He looked along the walls, and spotting the saddles and bridals, as well as a pile of straw off to one side. Probably where the owner kept their equipment and extra feed, he decided. He let his gaze move upward, noting the lack of electric lighting. The barn must be far enough away from the main house that the lines didn't stretch.
There as a movement off to the side, Ianto's eyes widening as he sidestepped the blow. The pitchfork stabbed into the door beside him, Ianto moving quickly to grab the other person and slam them face first into the wall as they tried to yank the fork free. He frowned, taking in the size of the other and realising he couldn’t be more than 14.
"You were on the train?"
"Piss off," the boy replied. "Get off me."
"Not until you calm down." Ianto loosened his grip a bit. "Relax. Take it easy. I was on the train too."
The boy stopped struggling, looking back at him in the low light and seeming to take in Ianto for the first time. Ianto let him go, the boy yanking free and spinning so that he was facing Ianto. "What's with sneaking in?"
"Had to be sure those creatures weren't in here," Ianto said. "Are you alone?"
The boy nodded, but a voice behind Ianto told him otherwise. "I'm here as well."
He turned around, spotting the young woman. Her blond and almond hair slipped over her eyes from where it had come free from some sort of hairstyle, almost hiding the bruise forming on one side of her face.
"My names Jodie," she said, nodding toward the boy. "That's my stepbrother, Colin." She met Ianto's eye. "Please tell us you know what's going on."
***
To Chapter Six
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Chapter: 5 of 10
Rating: R (M15+)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: Breathe Trilogy (Part One)
Summary: After losing his two best friends during an alien attack, Ianto quits Torchwood only to end up in a train wreck
Disclaimer: Still don't own. I'm not allowed to play in that sandbox.
Warnings: Very, very, angsty. And I mean that. Also, some spoilers for the season two episode "Fragments" for Owen's story.
A/N: Written for TWWC (Torchwood Australia Writing Challenge) #9
. Song used for challenge is Mika's "Relax (Take it Easy)"
. This fic is AU to S2 as it was written during when S2 was airing.
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From Part Four
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"No, this thing can't go any faster, and yes, I am hurrying." Owen shot Jack a look out the corner of his eye. "So don't bother asking again."
"I'm managed to acquire a satellite photo of the area," Tosh said, hitting a button and calling it up on screen, turning it so those in the front could see. "There's a large black cloud over the area, but when I do this..." she hit another button. "I can enhance the photo to pick up physical objects."
"Oh my god." Gwen shifted in her seat, staring at the picture. "Is that the train?"
Tosh nodded. The image showed quite clearly the outline of the train off the tracks, certain distortions in the picture obviously where the train had been torn open in places. The engine had been crushed, the first carriage looking like a giant fist had hit the side of it. The next two had jack knifed, while the remaining carriages were upright and still standing save for the rear that lay on its side.
"Where do you think he was?" Gwen asked, staring at the picture.
"Last carriage," Jack answered without hesitation.
"How can you know that?" Owen asked.
"He always sits on the last carriage." Jack shrugged. "He told me about it once when we were playing Twenty Questions."
"You never play Twenty Questions," Gwen said.
"Maybe he trusts Ianto," Owen said. “Then again, that could all just be a false pretence to get into his pants.”
Jack rolled his eyes. "Why are you on his side all of a sudden?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you have a habit of screwing us over and/or killing the people we care about." Owen's grip tightened on the wheel. "Lisa, Mary, Tommy, Nathan, Katie..."
Jack shot him a look. "Katie wasn't my fault."
Owen shook his head, setting his jaw and staring out at the road ahead.
Gwen frowned, looking at him before leaning toward Tosh. "Who's Katie?"
"Owen's fiancée." Tosh leaned toward her, lowering her voice. "She died before Owen joined Torchwood. An alien parasite attached itself to her brain and killed her and a group of surgeons when they tried to remove it thinking it was a tumour."
"Fucking parasite was eating away at her memories," Owen said, glancing in the mirror at Gwen. "And he-" he gestured toward Jack, "waited til she was dead then walked in wanting her brain. Bastard knocked me out and just took it, then proceeded to vanish and make me look stupid by editing the CCTV."
"Wouldn't be that hard," Tosh said.
"Oi!"
Gwen frowned. "So everyone's lost someone?"
"Everyone except you, Sweetheart," Owen said. "Maybe Ianto's right: you are Jack's favourite."
Jack shot him a surprised yet slightly horrified look.
***
"Look!" Anya pointed ahead. "A house!"
Ianto followed her finger, spotting the shape coming out of the darkness. "Yeap. It's some sort of building all right."
"Think we can hide out there?" Grant asked, glancing around them. "I think I'd feel safer indoors. We're exposed out here."
"Agreed." Ianto smooth Anya's hair where she was leaning against him, fingers of one hand gripping his belt. "Let's go see if anyone is home."
They started forward, nearing the building that they soon came to realise was a barn of some sort. Ianto frowned, remembering seeing it from the train and thinking about how he and Jack had once performed several rather interesting sexual acts in a place like that a couple of months ago, only he had brushed the thoughts off.
He reached back, gently prying Anya's fingers free and easing her toward Grant. "I'll go ahead and have a look."
"Be careful," Grant said, holding onto Anya's hand when she tried to follow Ianto.
"Always."
Ianto gave them a quick nod of reassurance, then turned and headed toward the barn. He let out a long breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself, all at once wishing he hadn't left his gun on his desk. It was like these things always seemed to happen to him. It would be rather typical, actually. First Lisa, then Nathan and Paul, so it would only be about right if he ended up getting killed too.
At least it would make Jack wake up to things. Too late, but it would still work.
He opened his eyes and rested his hand against the door, giving it a hard shove. It opened without incident, Ianto glancing around and noticing for the first time that someone had managed to break the lock. He frowned, stepping inside and noting the flicker of light coming from one side. Candle light, or at least some sort of flame.
He made his way further into the barn, taking in the smell of straw, wood and leather. He looked along the walls, and spotting the saddles and bridals, as well as a pile of straw off to one side. Probably where the owner kept their equipment and extra feed, he decided. He let his gaze move upward, noting the lack of electric lighting. The barn must be far enough away from the main house that the lines didn't stretch.
There as a movement off to the side, Ianto's eyes widening as he sidestepped the blow. The pitchfork stabbed into the door beside him, Ianto moving quickly to grab the other person and slam them face first into the wall as they tried to yank the fork free. He frowned, taking in the size of the other and realising he couldn’t be more than 14.
"You were on the train?"
"Piss off," the boy replied. "Get off me."
"Not until you calm down." Ianto loosened his grip a bit. "Relax. Take it easy. I was on the train too."
The boy stopped struggling, looking back at him in the low light and seeming to take in Ianto for the first time. Ianto let him go, the boy yanking free and spinning so that he was facing Ianto. "What's with sneaking in?"
"Had to be sure those creatures weren't in here," Ianto said. "Are you alone?"
The boy nodded, but a voice behind Ianto told him otherwise. "I'm here as well."
He turned around, spotting the young woman. Her blond and almond hair slipped over her eyes from where it had come free from some sort of hairstyle, almost hiding the bruise forming on one side of her face.
"My names Jodie," she said, nodding toward the boy. "That's my stepbrother, Colin." She met Ianto's eye. "Please tell us you know what's going on."
***
To Chapter Six