People Only Know What You Tell Them - Chapter Six
Title: People Only Know What You Tell Them
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Catch Me If You Can. Would that I did.
Spoilers: None in particular for Torchwood, indirect for the movie.
Summary: There's a conman on the run, and Agent Jack Harkness is determined to catch him. But then things take a turn for the complicated.
Warnings: Contains timelines that might make your head hurt.
Author's Notes: Written for the reel_torchwood challenge, using the prompt Catch Me If You Can.
Thanks to: morbid_sparks for being my wonderful beta, and putting up with my slightly madcap style of writing this. Also angelzbabe1989 for helping me work out plot variations.
Chapter links at Master List
Chapter Six - Earth, April 5060
Jack stood at the back of the courtroom, trying to sink into almost nonexistent shadows, and waited for the sentencing to be passed down. Ianto’s confession had been accepted, and would be taken into account, he knew, when they issued the sentence.
He found himself oddly torn. Ianto had kept him chasing for eighteen long months, and had nearly ruined Jack’s entire career more than once. For that, Jack hoped he was sent away for a long time.
And yet, there was a kernel in his heart that hoped for the exact opposite, even after all these years.
Ianto was still so young, despite his crimes, and Jack couldn’t be certain if his inconvenient feelings for the man were anything more than nostalgia for an important period in his own youth. Nevertheless, as much as he tried, he could come to no resolution in his head as to what he really wanted from this sentencing.
Ianto’s fingernails bit into his palms as he clenched his fists tight, his eyes locked on the door through which the judge would pass when he had decided on the sentencing.
He hoped Jack had been right. He’d taken his advice, and confessed to the crimes they’d accused him of, and he was counting now on the judge taking that into account.
He knew there was no chance he was going to get away without doing some serious time - he’d pulled the wool over the eyes of too many huge and important organisations for them to look the other way and give him a light sentence. He knew too that the fact he wouldn’t tell them where all the money was didn’t help - he’d tried, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. They’d already seized all that they’d found.
And after all, when he did eventually get out, he’d have to live, right?
He twisted around and looked about the courtroom. The room was full of people he didn’t recognise. Some of them were probably people he’d conned in the last couple of years, but he couldn’t truly remember.
Right at the back of the room, his eyes skipped right over the dark figure at first, before snapping back to look more closely. Jack must have noticed him looking, as he offered a half-smile.
The door at the front of the courtroom opened with a swoosh and Ianto spun quickly back to face it, solemnity sweeping down his face.
The judge climbed the few small steps and sat down behind the high desk.
Ianto did his best not to jitter as he watched the judge’s face nervously, looking for any sign at all as to the harshness of the sentence that was about to be passed.
“Considering everything,” the judge began what seemed like eternity later, “including both your refusal to return the money and your admission of guilt, I feel it is fair and just to sentence you to fourteen years in a high security detention facility. Also considering your skill in impersonation and confidence trickery, I will be recommending that the majority of this should be spent in a restricted unit, with limited interaction with other inmates and very limited visitation.”
Ianto swayed back on his heels and blinked. Fourteen years. Limited visitation.
It wasn’t as bad as he had feared, but faced with the impending reality, Ianto wondered if he might not just go insane.
Chapter Seven
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Catch Me If You Can. Would that I did.
Spoilers: None in particular for Torchwood, indirect for the movie.
Summary: There's a conman on the run, and Agent Jack Harkness is determined to catch him. But then things take a turn for the complicated.
Warnings: Contains timelines that might make your head hurt.
Author's Notes: Written for the reel_torchwood challenge, using the prompt Catch Me If You Can.
Thanks to: morbid_sparks for being my wonderful beta, and putting up with my slightly madcap style of writing this. Also angelzbabe1989 for helping me work out plot variations.
Chapter links at Master List
Chapter Six - Earth, April 5060
Jack stood at the back of the courtroom, trying to sink into almost nonexistent shadows, and waited for the sentencing to be passed down. Ianto’s confession had been accepted, and would be taken into account, he knew, when they issued the sentence.
He found himself oddly torn. Ianto had kept him chasing for eighteen long months, and had nearly ruined Jack’s entire career more than once. For that, Jack hoped he was sent away for a long time.
And yet, there was a kernel in his heart that hoped for the exact opposite, even after all these years.
Ianto was still so young, despite his crimes, and Jack couldn’t be certain if his inconvenient feelings for the man were anything more than nostalgia for an important period in his own youth. Nevertheless, as much as he tried, he could come to no resolution in his head as to what he really wanted from this sentencing.
Ianto’s fingernails bit into his palms as he clenched his fists tight, his eyes locked on the door through which the judge would pass when he had decided on the sentencing.
He hoped Jack had been right. He’d taken his advice, and confessed to the crimes they’d accused him of, and he was counting now on the judge taking that into account.
He knew there was no chance he was going to get away without doing some serious time - he’d pulled the wool over the eyes of too many huge and important organisations for them to look the other way and give him a light sentence. He knew too that the fact he wouldn’t tell them where all the money was didn’t help - he’d tried, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. They’d already seized all that they’d found.
And after all, when he did eventually get out, he’d have to live, right?
He twisted around and looked about the courtroom. The room was full of people he didn’t recognise. Some of them were probably people he’d conned in the last couple of years, but he couldn’t truly remember.
Right at the back of the room, his eyes skipped right over the dark figure at first, before snapping back to look more closely. Jack must have noticed him looking, as he offered a half-smile.
The door at the front of the courtroom opened with a swoosh and Ianto spun quickly back to face it, solemnity sweeping down his face.
The judge climbed the few small steps and sat down behind the high desk.
Ianto did his best not to jitter as he watched the judge’s face nervously, looking for any sign at all as to the harshness of the sentence that was about to be passed.
“Considering everything,” the judge began what seemed like eternity later, “including both your refusal to return the money and your admission of guilt, I feel it is fair and just to sentence you to fourteen years in a high security detention facility. Also considering your skill in impersonation and confidence trickery, I will be recommending that the majority of this should be spent in a restricted unit, with limited interaction with other inmates and very limited visitation.”
Ianto swayed back on his heels and blinked. Fourteen years. Limited visitation.
It wasn’t as bad as he had feared, but faced with the impending reality, Ianto wondered if he might not just go insane.
Chapter Seven