Syntropy (part one)
Title: Syntropy (1/10 + Epilogue)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack & Ianto + other TW cast members
A/N: This is the sequel to Something that Starts with "S". The AU defined in that story is carried on here.
Warnings: Any and all Torchwood foibles are fair game.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked incredulously. Ianto cuffed him on the back of the head and he flinched, "I mean, wow! Congratulations!" Jack gave Gwen a tight smile and stood up from the conference room table; Martha gave her a quick hug and Ianto smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving the conference room with Martha. Jack looked at Gwen, her face radiating with excitement, "Well, I guess you know what this means? Desk duty for the next nine months." Jack gave her a hug and a small kiss right over Ianto's; "I guess it's a good thing we built the Torchwood Crèche with expansion in mind."
Ianto was sitting on the lumpy sofa feeding baby Branwen her bottle, smiling at the stern look of concentration on her face as she worked the bottle's nipple. In the nine months since her harrowing birth; Torchwood, and Ianto's life, had taken on a surreal daily pattern. Raising a child was surprisingly similar to dealing with the staff of Torchwood, with the exception of changing nappies instead of mucking out weevil cages (but he still wasn't sure which of those was actually the more toxic). The rift was dormant to some extent, and the iTosh mainframe truly outdid itself with an amazingly accurate rift predictor that made things much easier, as well as an innovative negative pulse device that helped to keep anything really nasty from coming through. Ianto smiled as Branwen threw a right hook at him for moving the bottle too far and he remembered how this strong willed young lady would later use the negative pulse device. There was still the odd weevil problem, and alien incursions that didn't originate from the rift; but as far as Torchwood went, it had been a quiet few months. After finishing off the contents of her bottle, and informing Ianto that she really needed to burp; he carefully put Branwen down in her crib for her nap. He wasn't surprised when strong arms wrapped around his midsection, "Finally Martha; we have some time to ourselves." Ianto felt the arms tighten as he chuckled and turned in Jack's arms. "Just kidding; we never have our trysts in front of the baby."
Jack smirked and dove in for a kiss, just a slow enjoyable one- not brain melting or overly passionate- at least not during the workday. He licked his lips after wards, "Should I be worried Mister Jones that you're apparently sharing intimate moments with our medic?" Jack shot an eyebrow towards his hairline as he smirked, "And not including me?" Jack laughed and pulled Ianto out of the small room underneath his office that they'd converted for the baby, "Come on, work to do."
Martha Jones was re-reading a coroner's report taking notes; it was the fifth death attributed to drug overdose in as many days but Martha was sure that the medical examiner missed something. There wasn't really an obvious pattern; victims were both male and female; the youngest was seventeen while the oldest was thirty. She was frustrated by the lack of background information included with the case files and the NHS database had no additional information. "Since when did nurses stop taking patient histories?" Martha didn't realize she'd spoken aloud until Gwen coughed into her hand. "Oh, sorry. Just trying to figure out these reports. I'm sure there's something missing here." Martha dropped the files on her desk and turned around to Gwen, "Is there something I can do for you Mrs. Williams?" Gwen had approached Martha privately when she thought she might be pregnant; so Martha hadn't been surprised by the announcement during the morning staff meeting. In fact, Martha had already spoken with Tom about finding a qualified obstetrician for her regular care. It was a perk of having Tom working in the hospital, he could ask nurses about different doctors and get honest answers.
Gwen was still in the excited slash terrified phase of learning she was pregnant. Excited because it was something she and Rhys wanted and after Branwen came on the scene it no longer seemed like such an insurmountable obstacle; but terrified because of all the things that could go wrong- and the fact that they would need to move from their cramped little flat. "I was wondering, well; really, I don't know anyone that's had a baby recently other than Jack, and I need to find a doctor don't I?" Gwen worried her lower lip for a moment and then quickly added, "Not that you aren't wonderful Martha, but." Gwen flustered for a moment trying to figure out how to extract herself from the hole she was digging. She let a smile creep across her face as she saw Martha chuckling softly and shaking her head as she handed her a card.
"Tom talked to all of the maternity ward nurses at the hospital; this is who they all recommend. You've got a one o'clock appointment tomorrow- make sure you let Rhys know." Martha patted Gwen's shoulder, "Tom and I will do anything you need if there's an emergency, but you and the baby deserve a fully qualified obstetrician." Martha pulled the files back over and asked Gwen, "Since you're now officially out of the field; how about you help me research these cases?"
Jack was looking out through his office window as Gwen and Martha spoke and quietly said, "If Gwen's out of the field, you know we're both going to have to pickup the slack." Ianto was working at Jack's desk, finishing up some paperwork that was due to Whitehall later that day. "Ianto? If I asked you not to go in the field, would you listen?" Ianto's head popped up from the papers and he looked at Jack like he'd grown antlers, or an extra head. Jack sighed, "Yeah, that's what I figured. How much will it cost us to get UNIT to increase their coverage from three to four days?" Jack sat on the edge of his desk looking at Ianto who signed a final form and placed it in a folder before handing it over.
Ianto looked at Jack and said, "Very little; sign this and starting this weekend; UNIT will officially take over duties for Friday through Sunday and alternating Mondays and Thursdays. In return, we train them in the daily operation of the hub. The accord will also allow us to transfer UNIT personnel to Torchwood after one year if we so choose." Jack looked at Ianto in shock and Ianto grinned, "What? You know it's the right thing to do Jack; this gives us access to military trained personnel that we don't have to fund unless they fit in, and we have the choice of bringing them into Torchwood or not."
Jack looked at the agreement before signing, "What does UNIT stand to gain from this?" Jack still held reservations about the organization, especially after they were subverted by the Master.
"Real world experience for their soldiers in dealing with non-terrestrial threats, and learning how to function outside a regimented structure. UNIT sees the writing on the wall, and its become clear to them that their cold war mentality is what got them nearly wiped out. Versatility and adaptability are what's needed to survive." Ianto kissed Jack as he walked out of the office. "Oh, and Jack? Just because they may look cute in their little red berets doesn't mean you can hit on them." Jack chuckled as Ianto winked and left the office.
Jack smiled after Ianto and quickly brought up the CCTV to track his movements. It was a game they played sometimes, Jack could follow Ianto as he innocently went about his work until he would suddenly vanish from the CCTV screens. Jack quickly checked that Branwen was safely playing in her tot pen and that his wrist comp was tuned to keep track of her when he dashed down the back stairs of his office for a game of catch the Ianto. He'd been heading down the tunnel towards cold storage, but never arrived at the locker door so Jack started checking the side halls and access doors set into alcoves figuring Ianto knew exactly where the CCTV had blind spots.
Jack looked at a door that had obviously been repainted recently since it wasn't peeling like the rest of the doors in the side tunnel. It was a deep brick red and Jack was unsurprised when the door opened quietly on freshly oiled hinges. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the loud "Sir" followed by the distinct sound of heels clicking together as he slammed the door shut. Jack couldn't keep himself from displaying a wolfish grin at the sight before him. Ianto Jones at attention in a black tee and black cargo trousers with matching combat boots, Jack's eyes grew bigger as his attention was drawn to the red UNIT beret tilting jauntily on his head. For a moment, Jack had to process the sight in front of him before shaking himself out of the fantasy because this here was reality. Jack quickly took the role offered and approached the still at attention younger man.
"Name and rank soldier." Jack barked.
"PFC Jones sir, seconded to Torchwood from UNIT sir!" Ianto remained eyes front and at attention as Jack walked around behind him, letting his breath out over Ianto's neck. Ianto had the urge to shiver, but fought it off.
Jack remained standing behind him, looking up and down the image in front of him. Ianto's muscled back covered by the thin black shirt stretched taunt over it and his pert buttocks just displayed for the taking in the cargo pants, huskily Jack asked, "What's your assignment here Jones? What am I supposed to do with such a raw recruit?" Jack knew exactly what he'd like to do with the recruit in a very raw sort of way.
Ianto took a deep breath, "Sir! I am to do any and all duties assigned by you sir to improve the working relationship between UNIT and Torchwood sir!" Ianto could think of several duties he would be doing in a matter of moments if Jack kept this up.
Jack placed his large hand on Ianto's lower back causing him to nearly jump, "Is that so private? Do you think you're up to the task of improving relations?" Jack let his hand slip down onto Ianto's backside and squeezed, "It's a big job for just one private."
Ianto inwardly smirked, "I'm sure I will be able to surprise you with my willingness sir!" Ianto turned around and Jack's hand was now grasping at the obvious tent in the front of his trousers.
Jack grinned, "It seems you believe in staying at attention in all ways private." Jack reached down into Ianto's trousers surprised to find no pants beneath them as he fondled his erection.
Ianto let out a gasp before replying, "Yes sir. It's the only way to show respect to a commanding officer." Before he leaned over and began kissing Jack deeply. Jack smiled around the kiss and licked Ianto's lips while quickly opening Ianto's trousers, letting them fall down to his boots. Ianto was quickly unbuttoning Jack's shirt and had it, his belt and trousers open before Jack even realized what was happening. They we both quietly moaning into each others mouths as their hands slowly worked each others erections. Jack pulled away with a gasp giving them the time to rid themselves of their shirts and the last of their clothing. Jack looked at the flush of Ianto's skin and how it neatly matched the color of the UNIT beret that was back on his head. Ianto smiled at Jack before pulling a small disposable packet of personal lubricant from a pocket on his cargo pants and palmed it into Jack's hand.
Jack smiled wickedly, "Well private, it looks like you've planned for every eventuality. Are you prepared for your first assignment in inter-organizational good will?" Jack spun Ianto around and poured some of the lube onto his fingers before slowly tracing around Ianto's hole.
"Sir, yes, ah!" Ianto couldn't control his groan as Jack slid a finger inside him and began twisting and rolling it. He shuddered as Jack slowly added a second, and finally a third while running his other hand up and down his spine. He gasped as Jack pressed down on his prostate nearly causing his legs to buckle which caused a soft chuckle to erupt from Jack's throat. Ianto felt the emptiness when Jack removed his fingers but braced his arms against the wall for what was to come.
"Hope you're ready for this Battle of the Bulge private!" Jack quickly pressed himself balls deep into Ianto while biting his shoulder. Ianto shouted out a curse and quickly pressed back into Jack while shivering. Jack slowly began rocking his hips forward and back slowly pulling himself nearly out of Ianto before sinking all the way back inside the tight heat. Jack gasped when Ianto clutched his muscles down tight around his erection nearly pushing him over the edge.
Jack had an arm wrapped around Ianto's waist to keep him still, the other against the wall to keep from falling while Ianto had one arm braced and his other hand wrapped around his own neglected cock. Jack could feel himself getting ready as he started to lose his rhythm. He clutched at Ianto and barked out, "Time to come private, that's an order!" Jack kept sinking in and out mindlessly as Ianto suddenly cried out and Jack felt Ianto's muscles clamp down on him pulling him to climax as well.
Neither man could move for several moments; if it weren't for the wall holding them upright, they probably would have slumped to the floor. With a sudden whimper, Ianto felt Jack's softening cock slip from his body and he missed the connection but enjoyed the weight of Jack against his back. They were both slowly coming down from their orgasms as a small crying voice began broadcasting from Jack's wrist comp and they knew their time was up. They quickly cleaned up and Jack put his clothes back on as Ianto dressed in the suit he'd worn earlier which was hanging in a suit bag on a nail. Jack leaned over and gave Ianto a kiss of thanks before turning to leave, "I'll expect more from you in the future private!" Then reached out to rest a hand on Ianto's face, "Come back up as soon as you can," before leaving the room to see to the crying baby.
Ianto smiled to himself as he zipped the bag shut, closing away the UNIT uniform and beret for a later date. He looked at the bag for a moment, then laughed, 'Battle of the Bulge.'
"You're right Martha, none of these makes sense." Gwen spread the photographs across the conference table, "Two were DOA, so there should be police reports from the scene and there's nothing. This one was all the way in Newport, so why is the Cardiff medical examiner handling the case?" Martha smiled, she knew things didn't add up. Gwen looked at Martha, "We need to bring this to Jack, and hopefully this time he won't tell me to drop it." Gwen grimaced as she walked out of the room; Martha knew what was upsetting Gwen as she'd heard the whole story after coming to Torchwood three and taken up an active role with the Flat Holm survivors. As they reached Jack's office, they saw that he was idly reading paperwork and signing pages while holding Branwen; they both stopped for a moment outside the door to hear him softly singing to the little girl who was adding her own interpretation to the song. Gwen still found it hard to believe that Captain Jack Harkness, the comic book superhero, could be tamed by a little baby.
"If I sold tickets to these shows, I'd be rich." Ianto spoke from behind them and caused the women to nearly jump out of their skins.
"Dammit Ianto! Make a sound when your about or I'm going to put a bell on you!" Martha grasped her chest dramatically and took a deep breath.
"What makes you think he isn't already wearing one?" Jack commented as he came to the entry with the baby. "Maybe it's a special bell."
Martha rolled her eyes at Jack, "Oi! So don't want to hear that Captain." She became serious, "There's something going on that we think you should take a look at. We've got the information down in the conference room." Jack nodded and fell in behind Martha and Gwen, grabbing Ianto's hand.
"Do you think maybe a bit of coffee magic, please?" Jack smiled his best begging look at Ianto who just turned and started towards the coffee machine. Jack beamed, "Thank you!"
Martha was just putting the last case up on the screen as Ianto entered the room with the coffee tray. Ianto placed everyone's coffee mugs in front of them, and then slid a tea cup in front of Gwen, which made her frown.
"Ianto? What's this?" Gwen looked at him with confusion.
"It's tea, chamomile with apple and cinnamon." Ianto stated.
"But, I want coffee." She whined.
Jack and Martha laughed at the deja vu. Ianto smiled at Gwen and spoke to her like a small child, "Until your doctor says you can have some, you are cut off at Torchwood. It's chamomile or fruit tea for the duration." He grinned and took a sip of his coffee before a frown covered his face and he nearly dropped his mug. They all turned to him quickly- worried that something was wrong, but Jack quickly passed Branwen over to Martha before he was at Ianto's side with concerned hands on Ianto's knees.
"Ianto, are you okay?" Jack didn't try hiding his worry.
Ianto was staring at one of the victims, "I know him."
PART TWO
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack & Ianto + other TW cast members
A/N: This is the sequel to Something that Starts with "S". The AU defined in that story is carried on here.
Warnings: Any and all Torchwood foibles are fair game.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked incredulously. Ianto cuffed him on the back of the head and he flinched, "I mean, wow! Congratulations!" Jack gave Gwen a tight smile and stood up from the conference room table; Martha gave her a quick hug and Ianto smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving the conference room with Martha. Jack looked at Gwen, her face radiating with excitement, "Well, I guess you know what this means? Desk duty for the next nine months." Jack gave her a hug and a small kiss right over Ianto's; "I guess it's a good thing we built the Torchwood Crèche with expansion in mind."
Ianto was sitting on the lumpy sofa feeding baby Branwen her bottle, smiling at the stern look of concentration on her face as she worked the bottle's nipple. In the nine months since her harrowing birth; Torchwood, and Ianto's life, had taken on a surreal daily pattern. Raising a child was surprisingly similar to dealing with the staff of Torchwood, with the exception of changing nappies instead of mucking out weevil cages (but he still wasn't sure which of those was actually the more toxic). The rift was dormant to some extent, and the iTosh mainframe truly outdid itself with an amazingly accurate rift predictor that made things much easier, as well as an innovative negative pulse device that helped to keep anything really nasty from coming through. Ianto smiled as Branwen threw a right hook at him for moving the bottle too far and he remembered how this strong willed young lady would later use the negative pulse device. There was still the odd weevil problem, and alien incursions that didn't originate from the rift; but as far as Torchwood went, it had been a quiet few months. After finishing off the contents of her bottle, and informing Ianto that she really needed to burp; he carefully put Branwen down in her crib for her nap. He wasn't surprised when strong arms wrapped around his midsection, "Finally Martha; we have some time to ourselves." Ianto felt the arms tighten as he chuckled and turned in Jack's arms. "Just kidding; we never have our trysts in front of the baby."
Jack smirked and dove in for a kiss, just a slow enjoyable one- not brain melting or overly passionate- at least not during the workday. He licked his lips after wards, "Should I be worried Mister Jones that you're apparently sharing intimate moments with our medic?" Jack shot an eyebrow towards his hairline as he smirked, "And not including me?" Jack laughed and pulled Ianto out of the small room underneath his office that they'd converted for the baby, "Come on, work to do."
Martha Jones was re-reading a coroner's report taking notes; it was the fifth death attributed to drug overdose in as many days but Martha was sure that the medical examiner missed something. There wasn't really an obvious pattern; victims were both male and female; the youngest was seventeen while the oldest was thirty. She was frustrated by the lack of background information included with the case files and the NHS database had no additional information. "Since when did nurses stop taking patient histories?" Martha didn't realize she'd spoken aloud until Gwen coughed into her hand. "Oh, sorry. Just trying to figure out these reports. I'm sure there's something missing here." Martha dropped the files on her desk and turned around to Gwen, "Is there something I can do for you Mrs. Williams?" Gwen had approached Martha privately when she thought she might be pregnant; so Martha hadn't been surprised by the announcement during the morning staff meeting. In fact, Martha had already spoken with Tom about finding a qualified obstetrician for her regular care. It was a perk of having Tom working in the hospital, he could ask nurses about different doctors and get honest answers.
Gwen was still in the excited slash terrified phase of learning she was pregnant. Excited because it was something she and Rhys wanted and after Branwen came on the scene it no longer seemed like such an insurmountable obstacle; but terrified because of all the things that could go wrong- and the fact that they would need to move from their cramped little flat. "I was wondering, well; really, I don't know anyone that's had a baby recently other than Jack, and I need to find a doctor don't I?" Gwen worried her lower lip for a moment and then quickly added, "Not that you aren't wonderful Martha, but." Gwen flustered for a moment trying to figure out how to extract herself from the hole she was digging. She let a smile creep across her face as she saw Martha chuckling softly and shaking her head as she handed her a card.
"Tom talked to all of the maternity ward nurses at the hospital; this is who they all recommend. You've got a one o'clock appointment tomorrow- make sure you let Rhys know." Martha patted Gwen's shoulder, "Tom and I will do anything you need if there's an emergency, but you and the baby deserve a fully qualified obstetrician." Martha pulled the files back over and asked Gwen, "Since you're now officially out of the field; how about you help me research these cases?"
Jack was looking out through his office window as Gwen and Martha spoke and quietly said, "If Gwen's out of the field, you know we're both going to have to pickup the slack." Ianto was working at Jack's desk, finishing up some paperwork that was due to Whitehall later that day. "Ianto? If I asked you not to go in the field, would you listen?" Ianto's head popped up from the papers and he looked at Jack like he'd grown antlers, or an extra head. Jack sighed, "Yeah, that's what I figured. How much will it cost us to get UNIT to increase their coverage from three to four days?" Jack sat on the edge of his desk looking at Ianto who signed a final form and placed it in a folder before handing it over.
Ianto looked at Jack and said, "Very little; sign this and starting this weekend; UNIT will officially take over duties for Friday through Sunday and alternating Mondays and Thursdays. In return, we train them in the daily operation of the hub. The accord will also allow us to transfer UNIT personnel to Torchwood after one year if we so choose." Jack looked at Ianto in shock and Ianto grinned, "What? You know it's the right thing to do Jack; this gives us access to military trained personnel that we don't have to fund unless they fit in, and we have the choice of bringing them into Torchwood or not."
Jack looked at the agreement before signing, "What does UNIT stand to gain from this?" Jack still held reservations about the organization, especially after they were subverted by the Master.
"Real world experience for their soldiers in dealing with non-terrestrial threats, and learning how to function outside a regimented structure. UNIT sees the writing on the wall, and its become clear to them that their cold war mentality is what got them nearly wiped out. Versatility and adaptability are what's needed to survive." Ianto kissed Jack as he walked out of the office. "Oh, and Jack? Just because they may look cute in their little red berets doesn't mean you can hit on them." Jack chuckled as Ianto winked and left the office.
Jack smiled after Ianto and quickly brought up the CCTV to track his movements. It was a game they played sometimes, Jack could follow Ianto as he innocently went about his work until he would suddenly vanish from the CCTV screens. Jack quickly checked that Branwen was safely playing in her tot pen and that his wrist comp was tuned to keep track of her when he dashed down the back stairs of his office for a game of catch the Ianto. He'd been heading down the tunnel towards cold storage, but never arrived at the locker door so Jack started checking the side halls and access doors set into alcoves figuring Ianto knew exactly where the CCTV had blind spots.
Jack looked at a door that had obviously been repainted recently since it wasn't peeling like the rest of the doors in the side tunnel. It was a deep brick red and Jack was unsurprised when the door opened quietly on freshly oiled hinges. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the loud "Sir" followed by the distinct sound of heels clicking together as he slammed the door shut. Jack couldn't keep himself from displaying a wolfish grin at the sight before him. Ianto Jones at attention in a black tee and black cargo trousers with matching combat boots, Jack's eyes grew bigger as his attention was drawn to the red UNIT beret tilting jauntily on his head. For a moment, Jack had to process the sight in front of him before shaking himself out of the fantasy because this here was reality. Jack quickly took the role offered and approached the still at attention younger man.
"Name and rank soldier." Jack barked.
"PFC Jones sir, seconded to Torchwood from UNIT sir!" Ianto remained eyes front and at attention as Jack walked around behind him, letting his breath out over Ianto's neck. Ianto had the urge to shiver, but fought it off.
Jack remained standing behind him, looking up and down the image in front of him. Ianto's muscled back covered by the thin black shirt stretched taunt over it and his pert buttocks just displayed for the taking in the cargo pants, huskily Jack asked, "What's your assignment here Jones? What am I supposed to do with such a raw recruit?" Jack knew exactly what he'd like to do with the recruit in a very raw sort of way.
Ianto took a deep breath, "Sir! I am to do any and all duties assigned by you sir to improve the working relationship between UNIT and Torchwood sir!" Ianto could think of several duties he would be doing in a matter of moments if Jack kept this up.
Jack placed his large hand on Ianto's lower back causing him to nearly jump, "Is that so private? Do you think you're up to the task of improving relations?" Jack let his hand slip down onto Ianto's backside and squeezed, "It's a big job for just one private."
Ianto inwardly smirked, "I'm sure I will be able to surprise you with my willingness sir!" Ianto turned around and Jack's hand was now grasping at the obvious tent in the front of his trousers.
Jack grinned, "It seems you believe in staying at attention in all ways private." Jack reached down into Ianto's trousers surprised to find no pants beneath them as he fondled his erection.
Ianto let out a gasp before replying, "Yes sir. It's the only way to show respect to a commanding officer." Before he leaned over and began kissing Jack deeply. Jack smiled around the kiss and licked Ianto's lips while quickly opening Ianto's trousers, letting them fall down to his boots. Ianto was quickly unbuttoning Jack's shirt and had it, his belt and trousers open before Jack even realized what was happening. They we both quietly moaning into each others mouths as their hands slowly worked each others erections. Jack pulled away with a gasp giving them the time to rid themselves of their shirts and the last of their clothing. Jack looked at the flush of Ianto's skin and how it neatly matched the color of the UNIT beret that was back on his head. Ianto smiled at Jack before pulling a small disposable packet of personal lubricant from a pocket on his cargo pants and palmed it into Jack's hand.
Jack smiled wickedly, "Well private, it looks like you've planned for every eventuality. Are you prepared for your first assignment in inter-organizational good will?" Jack spun Ianto around and poured some of the lube onto his fingers before slowly tracing around Ianto's hole.
"Sir, yes, ah!" Ianto couldn't control his groan as Jack slid a finger inside him and began twisting and rolling it. He shuddered as Jack slowly added a second, and finally a third while running his other hand up and down his spine. He gasped as Jack pressed down on his prostate nearly causing his legs to buckle which caused a soft chuckle to erupt from Jack's throat. Ianto felt the emptiness when Jack removed his fingers but braced his arms against the wall for what was to come.
"Hope you're ready for this Battle of the Bulge private!" Jack quickly pressed himself balls deep into Ianto while biting his shoulder. Ianto shouted out a curse and quickly pressed back into Jack while shivering. Jack slowly began rocking his hips forward and back slowly pulling himself nearly out of Ianto before sinking all the way back inside the tight heat. Jack gasped when Ianto clutched his muscles down tight around his erection nearly pushing him over the edge.
Jack had an arm wrapped around Ianto's waist to keep him still, the other against the wall to keep from falling while Ianto had one arm braced and his other hand wrapped around his own neglected cock. Jack could feel himself getting ready as he started to lose his rhythm. He clutched at Ianto and barked out, "Time to come private, that's an order!" Jack kept sinking in and out mindlessly as Ianto suddenly cried out and Jack felt Ianto's muscles clamp down on him pulling him to climax as well.
Neither man could move for several moments; if it weren't for the wall holding them upright, they probably would have slumped to the floor. With a sudden whimper, Ianto felt Jack's softening cock slip from his body and he missed the connection but enjoyed the weight of Jack against his back. They were both slowly coming down from their orgasms as a small crying voice began broadcasting from Jack's wrist comp and they knew their time was up. They quickly cleaned up and Jack put his clothes back on as Ianto dressed in the suit he'd worn earlier which was hanging in a suit bag on a nail. Jack leaned over and gave Ianto a kiss of thanks before turning to leave, "I'll expect more from you in the future private!" Then reached out to rest a hand on Ianto's face, "Come back up as soon as you can," before leaving the room to see to the crying baby.
Ianto smiled to himself as he zipped the bag shut, closing away the UNIT uniform and beret for a later date. He looked at the bag for a moment, then laughed, 'Battle of the Bulge.'
"You're right Martha, none of these makes sense." Gwen spread the photographs across the conference table, "Two were DOA, so there should be police reports from the scene and there's nothing. This one was all the way in Newport, so why is the Cardiff medical examiner handling the case?" Martha smiled, she knew things didn't add up. Gwen looked at Martha, "We need to bring this to Jack, and hopefully this time he won't tell me to drop it." Gwen grimaced as she walked out of the room; Martha knew what was upsetting Gwen as she'd heard the whole story after coming to Torchwood three and taken up an active role with the Flat Holm survivors. As they reached Jack's office, they saw that he was idly reading paperwork and signing pages while holding Branwen; they both stopped for a moment outside the door to hear him softly singing to the little girl who was adding her own interpretation to the song. Gwen still found it hard to believe that Captain Jack Harkness, the comic book superhero, could be tamed by a little baby.
"If I sold tickets to these shows, I'd be rich." Ianto spoke from behind them and caused the women to nearly jump out of their skins.
"Dammit Ianto! Make a sound when your about or I'm going to put a bell on you!" Martha grasped her chest dramatically and took a deep breath.
"What makes you think he isn't already wearing one?" Jack commented as he came to the entry with the baby. "Maybe it's a special bell."
Martha rolled her eyes at Jack, "Oi! So don't want to hear that Captain." She became serious, "There's something going on that we think you should take a look at. We've got the information down in the conference room." Jack nodded and fell in behind Martha and Gwen, grabbing Ianto's hand.
"Do you think maybe a bit of coffee magic, please?" Jack smiled his best begging look at Ianto who just turned and started towards the coffee machine. Jack beamed, "Thank you!"
Martha was just putting the last case up on the screen as Ianto entered the room with the coffee tray. Ianto placed everyone's coffee mugs in front of them, and then slid a tea cup in front of Gwen, which made her frown.
"Ianto? What's this?" Gwen looked at him with confusion.
"It's tea, chamomile with apple and cinnamon." Ianto stated.
"But, I want coffee." She whined.
Jack and Martha laughed at the deja vu. Ianto smiled at Gwen and spoke to her like a small child, "Until your doctor says you can have some, you are cut off at Torchwood. It's chamomile or fruit tea for the duration." He grinned and took a sip of his coffee before a frown covered his face and he nearly dropped his mug. They all turned to him quickly- worried that something was wrong, but Jack quickly passed Branwen over to Martha before he was at Ianto's side with concerned hands on Ianto's knees.
"Ianto, are you okay?" Jack didn't try hiding his worry.
Ianto was staring at one of the victims, "I know him."
PART TWO