Silver Service by a_silver_story | 28
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a_silver_storyTitle: Silver Service
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a_silver_story
Chapter: 28/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe, torture (not graphic)
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...
Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.
The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.
Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
FIRST PART | Chapter 1
Silver Service | 28
"Jack ..." he sighed, wishing he could have his real Jack back. "... Jack ... I've got something I need to tell you ...."
"What is it?" asked Jack nonplussed, kissing his neck in his afterglow. Ianto struggled for what to say, wondering how best to phrase it. In the end, he settled for blunt honestly:
"Lisa's pregnant."
Jack froze.
Ianto sat very still in the bed, watching as Jack paced from one side of the room to the other. He felt almost like he was hiding in the bed clothes, hugging his knees to himself with the duvets pulled right up to his chin.
Of all the reactions Ianto would have envisaged Jack to have, this certainly would not have been on the list.
"We'll have to renovate the cottage. Maybe get an extension and have a downstairs playroom? We can do that after the baby's born so that we can make it for either a boy or a girl. Ooh! I could buy her a new house with plenty of space, on a suburban street with other young families so that the baby has friends to grow up with! Near hills, though, so that when it snows we can go sledging, or when it's sunny we can have picnics. I'll call an estate agent and see if there's anything local to the manor ...."
Ianto didn't reply, still watching him as he paced and listed things to get for the baby and preparations he would make before it arrived.
"You're ... not angry ... then?" Ianto asked.
"Why would I be angry?" grinned Jack.
"Well ... if you think about ... the dates and ... I was still with Lisa when she ... y'know ... got pregnant."
"Obviously."
"So that baby is ... mine."
"Yes. I realise."
"And that doesn't ... bother you ... ?"
"You'll be able to see your baby whenever you want, Ianto." smiled Jack, climbing onto the bed beside him and putting an arm around his shoulders and missing the point of what Ianto wanted to say.
"I think we should live near her in case ... in case she needs you." Ianto said carefully, deciding that going along would probably be a safer option until Jack was better. "She's on her own, and we don't know what will happen."
"You're right. She should come to Cardiff and stay here with us."
"No, Jack. We can't stay in the hotel forever."
"Why not? It's been a home for us."
"We need to get a house - or we could move into the big house on your estate up north. That way all three of us - four of us, even - can live together and still have our own space."
"You're right. That would be better. And the baby could have Lisa's old playroom." Jack pondered thoughtfully.
"But ... before we go back to Hillcrest ... we need to go to that address and meet my friend, remember?"
"Cancel that! We're going to Lisa first."
"No ... no, Jack. It can't be cancelled. I ... I promised."
"I'll let you break this one promise in your entire life ever."
"But ... I really want to go. It'd be good for us."
"I think we should put it off."
Ianto bit his tongue in exasperation. "I ... uh ... erm ... what if ... my friend says they've got lots of little cosy shops and things there. Maybe we could get some unique things for the baby? Special things? Maybe a little cradle, or a cot ... drawers ... wardrobe ... things to furnish the new playroom? Lisa won't mind us being a couple of extra weeks away if we're buying things for the new baby."
Jack frowned at him, thinking, then smiled and nodded. "Okay. When are we going?"
"If we pack our things away now, we could go today. The sooner we set off, the sooner we can get back to Lisa."
Jack nodded again, got up and began pulling his clothes on, taking a duffel bag out from the wardrobe and starting to pack the few things they had into it haphazardly. Ianto inwardly groaned, knowing he'd be re-packing that bag sooner rather than later.
~*~*~*~
"Can't we put the roof up?" grumbled Ianto, sat in Jack's convertible and shivering as they sped down the motorway.
"We'd have to stop, and I can't be bothered stopping." shrugged Jack. Ianto shuddered and tried to curl further into the passenger seat.
"It's going to rain." he told him irritably.
"How do you know?"
He pointed at the horizon. "Look at those clouds. They're practically black! And slow down before we get pulled over. Actually - pull in to the next services. Two miles. We can get something to eat and put the roof up."
"Fine ... fine ...." Jack conceded, and a minute later he was indicating to pull off into the service station. Ianto queued up for food while Jack went to relieve himself, and once they were sat together began to eat the greasy fast food hungrily.
"Um ...." Jack said eventually. "I'll be ... back in a moment." He put down his deep fried battered chicken and wiped his hands before getting up and wandering off. Ianto followed him with his eyes and watched as he approached a dark haired woman leaning on a wall by the WHSmith. He leant with one arm on the wall and began to charm her, before she wandered off, glancing at him over her shoulder. A moment later, Jack followed her.
Ianto carried on eating his food and sipping his drink, and when he was finished considered stealing a bit of Jack's. He was half way through reaching over to the cooling chips when a hand slapped his fingers away. Ianto looked up disgruntled as Jack settled back into his seat, looking only sightly ruffled and gagging for a drink.
"What was all that about?" asked Ianto, though he probably didn't need to guess.
Jack shrugged. "I don't want you stealing my chips."
"Not that - that." Ianto jerked his head in the direction of the dark haired woman who had just wandered past.
"That was just a bit of fun. Though to be honest: too much teeth. Have you got any ketchup left?"
"I don't like ketchup." sighed Ianto, watching as the woman joined a lanky man with a tray of fast food waiting for her by a table. "So what did you ... do?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later." smirked Jack, taking a bite of his ketchup-smothered chip and a gulp of his drink.
Ianto sat back and folded his arms, biting his tongue.
When Jack finally finished, he left Ianto to clear away their debris while he browsed the shop. Ianto found him with a basket full of chocolate, crisps and sweets in WHSmith, and wide-eyed with a slight panic Ianto forced him to put pretty much all of it back. "You'll be hyper, and I can't be dealing with you hyper in a confined space such as a car."
"It wouldn't be that confined if you let me keep the roof down."
"The roof is staying up. It's bloody freezing without travelling at ninety in the rain."
"It's not raining."
"It will be though!" Ianto growled, moving towards the section filled with books. "Tell you what," he thought out loud. "if I drive for a bit, you could maybe read something and relax a bit."
"I don't like reading." shrugged Jack. "I like driving."
"Driving fast with the roof down." Ianto grumbled. "What about audiobooks? I prefer audiobooks 'cause you know what my reading's like. You could listen to it whilst I'm driving instead of listening to me." he joked.
"I thought you didn't have your license yet?" frowned Jack.
"I have my provisional."
"But you can't drive on the motorway with a provisional." Jack pointed out.
"Well if I was still at Hillcrest I'd have passed my test by now." Ianto scowled.
Jack glanced away and over at the CDs lined up on the shelf. "What's this?" he asked, picking one up with a black cover and a red apple on the front.
"Twilight." Ianto scowled. "You don't want that. Toshiko made me read that. It completely and utterly deconstructs everything that Buffy the Vampire Slayer did for women in science fiction."
"Vampires? Cool."
"Teen vampires. Teen vampires with angst."
"I want this one."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Wouldn't you rather listen to something a bit more ... good?"
"Nope. I want this one."
"As long as you don't throw glitter on me and call me 'Edward' ...." grumbled Ianto. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer Harry Potter?"
~*~*~*~
Jack sat in the passenger seat transferring the audiobook to his MP3 player with his laptop while Ianto got the roof of the convertible up and locked in place.
"Next time I get a car," Jack told him. "I'll get a hardtop. That way the roof will go up and down with the touch of a button. And are you sure you're okay to drive?"
"You sound like a mother."
"You sound like a teenager in trouble." smirked Jack. "How about I drive until the next exit and then we'll go however far you want on B roads? At least we'll be legal."
"Fine." sighed Ianto. "I suppose that makes more sense. Even though your driving usually entails posing for speed cameras and leaning to the left to try and stop the car toppling over at every corner."
"At the next speed camera, we both have to do 'thumbs up', 'kay?"
Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack clambered over into the passenger seat and he climbed in using the more conventional door method. Jack closed his computer and put it on the back seat, plugging his MP3 into the USB port next to the stereo.
"Ohhhh no you don't!" warned Ianto, pulling it out again.
"I'm driving. I get to choose what we listen to." pouted Jack.
"You can choose what we listen to - as long as it's not that." Ianto admonished, putting the MP3 player in the glove box and closing it with a snap before the various tubes of lubricant and packets of condoms kept there could tumble out.
They decided not to listen to anything at all, and Jack pulled out of the service station and into the flow of motorway traffic complaining about his 'lack of freedoms'. Ianto just laughed to himself, turning the heater fans up and watching as the first few raindrops began to spatter onto the windscreen.
Jack took the next exit and once they reached a less hectic stretch of road, and pulled over so they could swap sides. Ianto shivered as he settled into the seat behind the wheel, his fingers frozen from their short trip outside into the onset of Welsh winter.
"Do you want to go shopping?" Jack asked.
"What for?" frowned Ianto.
"I dunno. Maybe we could get a sat nav, or you could get a new phone. Or we could buy clothes or something."
"We can shop when we get there. And there's nothing wrong with a good old-fashioned A to Z." Ianto told him, indicating the book of maps in the foot well.
For the next half hour, Jack twittered on about anything and everything, barely pausing for breath. They approached a millionth set of traffic lights on one particular stretch, and Ianto groaned and rested his head on the steering wheel.
"Jack!" he eventually snapped. "Put your audiobook on, and stop driving me insane!" he ordered.
Jack's mouth snapped shut, and he sullenly retrieved his MP3 player from the glove compartment, not bothering to pick up the cascade of foil packets that tumbled out before snapping it shut again. Ianto groaned inwardly, but couldn't be bothered forcing him to pick them up again. Putting the car in gear, they set off again as Jack quietly listened to his audiobook.
~*~*~*~
"Are you sure you followed the black line I drew on?" sighed Ianto, staring around the deserted country road with the niggling feeling Jack had got them lost on purpose. The theory was further enforced when a firm hand reached over to squeeze his inner thigh. Sighing again, Ianto pulled over and tried to retrieve the A to Z map from Jack's grip.
"I really think we should get a little closer ...." Jack smirked, moving his hand from Ianto's thigh to around his shoulders and pulling their bodies together.
"Jack ...." groaned Ianto. "could we at least get off the road and possibly into the back seat first?"
~*~*~*~
Ianto could feel his eyes drooping as they finally found a road leading to a town. Jack was driving again, and Ianto had his head slumped over to the side as the weight of it became too much to hold upright.
“Travel Lodge?” Jack suggested eventually, spotting the luminous sign of the brown brick building piercing through the gloom amidst the glow of the industrial estate it was built on.
“Mmm.” Ianto agreed sleepily, and waited patiently until Jack finally found a parking space before forcing himself to muster the strength to hold his head up long enough to get his seatbelt off. “I’ll check us in while you carry the bags.”
“Okay,” agreed Jack. “just one thing, though: are you gonna put out at all today? I’m getting a bit neglected here ....”
Ianto thought back to their argument in the country, within which they had determined that it was physically impossible for two grown men to have sex in the back of a convertible, and there was no way they were putting the roof down. Ianto had given him the ultimatum of either forget about it or take care of himself. Jack had endlessly complained in the four house since, getting them lost on purpose and nearly finding himself kicked out of the car at high speed. Eventually they decided they’d have to find somewhere to stay the night, so they had changed drivers with Ianto safe in the knowledge he could trust himself not to get them lost and direct them to civilisation.
Making his way to the entrance with the bags, Ianto a respectful step behind, Jack breezed into the Travel Lodge with a huge grin. Before he could open his mouth to flirt, Ianto stepped in with a polite smile and booked them a room. Accepting the key and apologising in advance for anything Jack might or might not do, he made his way towards the lifts, practically dragging Jack after him.
“Is this it?” Jack asked disdainfully, drinking in the small room before him, mostly occupied by a double bed and dresser.
“There’s an en suite at least.” shrugged Ianto, and began unpacking some clothes for the next day, toothbrushes, toothpaste and pyjama bottoms for them both.
“Hmph!” scowled Jack,, then proceeded to root through all the drawers and the plain, fitted wardrobe. “Coming to bed?” he prompted when he’d finished exploring, and tossed his coat aside and sprawled over the mattress.
"In a second!" Ianto called back from the bathroom where he was unpacking toiletries and ... other things.
He gazed down at the vial, biting his lip, and ran his finger over the cylinder of the syringe. These were the drugs he had used to make Jack sleep. He had acquired them through Donna, using half-truths and putting his trust in her, and now he was considering using them again to get the rest of the way to Faith without Jack holding him up. Guilt gnawing at him, he pierced the top of one of the vials and filled the cylinder to the maximum dose.
"Are you coming to bed yet?"
Ianto jumped, managing to hide the vial and syringe under a towel and turned. "In a minute. I ... I wanna brush my teeth."
He reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste and began scrubbing vigorously, and Jack joined him. They brushed their teeth in silence and quickly washed their faces. The moment they were done, Jack was pulling at him, half dragging him into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and pulling Ianto down beside him. Ianto crawled onto his front as had become usual, and was therefore a little surprised when Jack rolled him onto his back. The Captain covered him with his body, kissing his mouth gently as Ianto willingly parted his lips to allow Jack’s tongue to enter him.
They were naked and panting, taking their time like they hadn’t since before Spain. Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack and sighed softly as teeth and tongue worked over his neck and shoulder. Jack gasped for breath as he sat back on his heels, withdrawing his fingers from Ianto's body and lining himself up.
“Wait!” gasped Ianto, putting a hand on Jack’s bicep. “That ... th-that woman at the service station ... what did you ... what did you ... ?”
Jack gave a small laugh and leant down to kiss him. Pulling back, he began to speak, punctuating his words with lips or teeth pressing against Ianto's neck. “First ... I took her to the Ladies’ room ... and dragged her ... into a cubicle ... then ....”
“Okay, okay! Just ... did you shag her or not?”
“Uh ... yeah?” Jack replied, intoning it should have been obvious. Ianto reached over to where his trousers were half-hanging off the bed and retrieved one of the foil packets he’d picked up from the floor of Jack’s car earlier.
“We’re using this.” he told Jack firmly.
“We’ve never bothered before.” Jack replied, arching an eyebrow.
“I didn’t realise how carelessly you shagged around before.” Ianto pointed out, ripping the packet open with his teeth.
“Carelessly?” questioned Jack, watching Ianto removing the condom from its packet.
“Did you use one of these with her?”
Jack glanced away. “Yes.” he said.
“Liar.” scowled Ianto. “Why do you even have them if you don’t bother using them? You could’ve got her pregnant, never mind caught a billion and one diseases and infections. And you’re not passing them on to me.”
“I prefer it without, though.” Jack said, trying to snatch the condom from Ianto.
“Until we’ve both had every test under the sun, we’re using them.” Ianto told him, fighting off Jack’s hands. The piece of slippery rubber found itself tossed away by Jack, and Ianto rolled his eyes, reaching over to his trousers for another one. A tanned hand clasped around his wrist in a vice-like grip.
“I prefer it without.” Jack repeated, and it took Ianto less than a second to realise he wasn’t getting a choice. He writhed and struggled with Jack’s weight fully on him, clawing and scratching where he could before eventually managing to get a knee under the Captain's stomach to roll him off. Scrambling onto the floor, Ianto made to shut himself in the bathroom but Jack's hand caught his bicep, pulling him back, pinning him against the wall.
Biting down hard, Ianto used the wall itself as a solid surface to push off, making Jack stumble back and fall. Taking his chance, Ianto shut himself in the bathroom, half praying someone could hear the noise their struggle was making.
The door safely locked behind him - but by no means safe himself - Ianto retrieved the syringe from under the towel and bit his lip hard.
This is not Jack, this is not Jack, this is not Jack ... he chanted in his head, though he was frightened and panicking and finding it hard to distinguish between the two in a blur of fear. The Captain was pounding on the door, and the wood around the handle splintered.
"Alright!" Ianto called. "Alright, Jack! I'm ... I'm coming out ... I ... stand back from the door."
The pounding stopped.
Ianto gently cleaned the point of the needle with a surgical wipe.
~*~*~*~
Ianto jumped back in shock.
Jack was dead.
What had happened? Was the dose too much so soon after the first one? Had their been an air bubble in the syringe? Had Ianto done something wrong?
Breathing deeply, trying to calm the panic, Ianto splashed cold water on Jack's face, kissed his forehead and his lips, urged him to wake up and shook him hard.
"Jack?" he called weakly. "Jack ... wake up ... I know you can ...."
With a gasp and groan of pain, the Captain jolted a wake, his arms flailing, capturing a hold on Ianto and fixing him with a wild eyed stare.
"Ianto? Oh my God ... Ianto ..."
Ianto let himself be hugged close, though only half-heartedly returned the embrace. He half wished Jack had stayed dead.
"Ianto? It's ... it's me ... it's ... did I die?"
Ianto blinked. "Jack?"
"I don't blame you for ... oh my God what he was going to ... I see his thoughts, Ianto. I see what he thinks and I know what he wanted to do to ... I can't stop him. If I try to stop him he gets worse. But you did so good, Ianto. So good and you didn't let him ... and you ...."
"My Jack?" Ianto asked weakly, and searched his eyes. "Jack!" he cried in relief, and threw his arms around him. "You're okay ... you're alright ... you're fine ... it's ... gonna be ...."
"No." Jack said bluntly. "I can ... I can feel it. Feel it ... it's in my head ...."
"Feel what?"
"It's like being bodiless ... just an essence ... trapped in a suffocating bubble and ... and you can't do anything but watch ... but ... when he's asleep, Ianto. When he's asleep ... I can sometimes ... I can sometimes feel him holding you. When he's asleep ... it's easier for me. Sometimes I can move him."
Ianto stared at him, talking about his own body as if it belonged to someone else. Perhaps it did.
"I don't want you to go." Ianto sniffed. "I can't do this. What if he ... what if he tries again and ... what if I'm not so lucky?" He buried his head in Jack's neck and felt his shoulders shake as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
"You'll be fine, Ianto. Just ... please ... put yourself before me. Leave me. Let me deal with my own mess."
"No."
"Ianto ...."
"I won't. You took care of me and gave me everything I have in the world. I owe you."
"You owe me nothing." smiled Jack, and Ianto pulled his head back to look into his eyes. Jack blinked strangely, then cocked his head to the side. "Can we have sex now?"
Ianto sobbed and sniffed one more time, and lay down on his front. He was too exhausted to care anymore.
~*~*~*~
He could feel Jack's breath on the back of his neck, and he wasn't so uncomfortable with it as he might have thought. The Sleeping Jack was the real Jack. Ianto turned in his arms, facing him and watching the frantic movement of eyes behind closed lids. He leant forward and kissed his nose, and Jack snuffled slightly and sniffed.
"You can depend on me." Ianto whispered, wondering if the real Jack could hear him. Carefully, Ianto got out of bed and managed to stop himself groaning as his body ached and protested from being folded into a car all day. He went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to keep quiet and praying he didn't wake Jack up.
Going back into the room, Ianto sat in the window and held the curtain back slightly, watching the red and orange lamps of the cars zooming by on the motorway in the distance, or the cars floating around the car parks to get to the twenty-four-hour fast food places on the industrial estate. He checked his watch and saw it was going up to three 'o' clock, and sighed heavily. Losing himself in thought as he watched the moving lights, his eyes began to grow heavy and tired as his head lolled. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~
There was a loud rapping on the door, and Ianto jumped awake, his neck stiff from where he'd fallen asleep awkwardly against the window and adding to the other aches and pains his body was currently subjecting itself to. Angry from being woken, and probably at several other unspeakable things, he wrenched the door open to find nothing but thin air waiting for him outside. He poked his head into the corridor, but there was nothing there but the dust falling through the orange sunrise glowing dimly through the windows.
Muttering darkly, he made to shut the door again and pause when he heard a strange scraping coming from the floor. He glance down, and there was a piece of thick, creamy card wedged under the wood of the door. Frowning, Ianto stooped and picked it up, instantly recognising the words on it, the handwriting, and where the paper had come from.
15 minutes and Saxon will be here .
Panic gripped him, and regardless of his anger and pain and hurt and betrayal, Ianto urged Jack awake from his heavy slumber, hurriedly trying to pull clothes onto his own body while throwing Jack's at him.
"Get up! Get up now or I swear to God I'm leaving without you!" he snapped, shoving their things back into the bag as Jack slowly and blearily started to dress. Ianto growled in exasperation, practically shoving Jack's boots on his feet for him and tying the laces to save time. "For fuck's sake, Jack! If you hurry up, I'll let you drive - and you can drive, really, really fast. Just hurry up!"
Finally Jack was presentable enough to be taken outside, complaining loudly about rude awakenings and Ianto's impatience. They got out to the car park, and Ianto lead them away from the convertible. Jack followed, stopping suddenly when he realised.
"The car's over there." he pointed out.
"I know. We're not taking the car." he said, coming to stop by a silver Audi with blacked out windows and popping open the bonnet.
"What are you doing?"
"Stealing a car we won't be recognised in."
"Why?"
"Because Saxon is coming! He'll be here any moment, and we have to get away." Ianto explained, fiddling in the engine until a beep sounded three times and Ianto grinned with his victory. He went round to the passenger side and started peeling at the rubber surrounding the window, eventually getting purchase and using his fingers to start pushing the window down.
"You've done this before." observed Jack with a slightly amused tone.
"Just keep watch." growled Ianto, using all his effort to pull the window further down. Eventually he managed to create a gap big enough for him to reach in and unlock the door from the inside, and wrenched the door open. Jack climbed in the driver's side while Ianto began fiddling with wires under the plastic facings. Something sparked, and the engine roared into life.
"Let's go." sighed Ianto, and Jack began to drive them away towards the exit while Ianto kept his eyes peeled for any sign of Saxon or any presidential vehicles. He spotted several men in plain black suits entering the Travel Lodge, and some others stood near Jack's convertible, but they were too far away to identify properly.
It didn't take long for them to get into the main flow of traffic, joining the motorway and Ianto allowing Jack to drive above the speed limit this once. The Audi driver had a sat nav, much to Ianto's distaste, and it featured the voice of Mr. T.
"Take the next exit, sucka!" it ordered, and Ianto glowered at it.
Jack glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Y'know, I'd almost think you were jealous you don't get to read the map."
"I'm not jealous. I just wish the sat nag was a little more ... y'know ... not irritating."
"It's getting us closer to our destination. And the route the A Team chose appears to be a lot simpler and quicker than your black squiggle on our old map."
"SHIT!" Ianto exclaimed.
"What?"
"The old map! It's in the car!"
"... yeah?"
"If they find it, they'll find my black squiggle ... and ... they'll know where we're headed and will either follow or ...."
"Ah ..." agreed Jack, checking his mirrors cautiously. "Yeah ... I see your point ...."
FIN
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Author:
a_silver_storyChapter: 28/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe, torture (not graphic)
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...
Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.
The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.
Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
FIRST PART | Chapter 1
Silver Service | 28
"Jack ..." he sighed, wishing he could have his real Jack back. "... Jack ... I've got something I need to tell you ...."
"What is it?" asked Jack nonplussed, kissing his neck in his afterglow. Ianto struggled for what to say, wondering how best to phrase it. In the end, he settled for blunt honestly:
"Lisa's pregnant."
Jack froze.
Ianto sat very still in the bed, watching as Jack paced from one side of the room to the other. He felt almost like he was hiding in the bed clothes, hugging his knees to himself with the duvets pulled right up to his chin.
Of all the reactions Ianto would have envisaged Jack to have, this certainly would not have been on the list.
"We'll have to renovate the cottage. Maybe get an extension and have a downstairs playroom? We can do that after the baby's born so that we can make it for either a boy or a girl. Ooh! I could buy her a new house with plenty of space, on a suburban street with other young families so that the baby has friends to grow up with! Near hills, though, so that when it snows we can go sledging, or when it's sunny we can have picnics. I'll call an estate agent and see if there's anything local to the manor ...."
Ianto didn't reply, still watching him as he paced and listed things to get for the baby and preparations he would make before it arrived.
"You're ... not angry ... then?" Ianto asked.
"Why would I be angry?" grinned Jack.
"Well ... if you think about ... the dates and ... I was still with Lisa when she ... y'know ... got pregnant."
"Obviously."
"So that baby is ... mine."
"Yes. I realise."
"And that doesn't ... bother you ... ?"
"You'll be able to see your baby whenever you want, Ianto." smiled Jack, climbing onto the bed beside him and putting an arm around his shoulders and missing the point of what Ianto wanted to say.
"I think we should live near her in case ... in case she needs you." Ianto said carefully, deciding that going along would probably be a safer option until Jack was better. "She's on her own, and we don't know what will happen."
"You're right. She should come to Cardiff and stay here with us."
"No, Jack. We can't stay in the hotel forever."
"Why not? It's been a home for us."
"We need to get a house - or we could move into the big house on your estate up north. That way all three of us - four of us, even - can live together and still have our own space."
"You're right. That would be better. And the baby could have Lisa's old playroom." Jack pondered thoughtfully.
"But ... before we go back to Hillcrest ... we need to go to that address and meet my friend, remember?"
"Cancel that! We're going to Lisa first."
"No ... no, Jack. It can't be cancelled. I ... I promised."
"I'll let you break this one promise in your entire life ever."
"But ... I really want to go. It'd be good for us."
"I think we should put it off."
Ianto bit his tongue in exasperation. "I ... uh ... erm ... what if ... my friend says they've got lots of little cosy shops and things there. Maybe we could get some unique things for the baby? Special things? Maybe a little cradle, or a cot ... drawers ... wardrobe ... things to furnish the new playroom? Lisa won't mind us being a couple of extra weeks away if we're buying things for the new baby."
Jack frowned at him, thinking, then smiled and nodded. "Okay. When are we going?"
"If we pack our things away now, we could go today. The sooner we set off, the sooner we can get back to Lisa."
Jack nodded again, got up and began pulling his clothes on, taking a duffel bag out from the wardrobe and starting to pack the few things they had into it haphazardly. Ianto inwardly groaned, knowing he'd be re-packing that bag sooner rather than later.
"Can't we put the roof up?" grumbled Ianto, sat in Jack's convertible and shivering as they sped down the motorway.
"We'd have to stop, and I can't be bothered stopping." shrugged Jack. Ianto shuddered and tried to curl further into the passenger seat.
"It's going to rain." he told him irritably.
"How do you know?"
He pointed at the horizon. "Look at those clouds. They're practically black! And slow down before we get pulled over. Actually - pull in to the next services. Two miles. We can get something to eat and put the roof up."
"Fine ... fine ...." Jack conceded, and a minute later he was indicating to pull off into the service station. Ianto queued up for food while Jack went to relieve himself, and once they were sat together began to eat the greasy fast food hungrily.
"Um ...." Jack said eventually. "I'll be ... back in a moment." He put down his deep fried battered chicken and wiped his hands before getting up and wandering off. Ianto followed him with his eyes and watched as he approached a dark haired woman leaning on a wall by the WHSmith. He leant with one arm on the wall and began to charm her, before she wandered off, glancing at him over her shoulder. A moment later, Jack followed her.
Ianto carried on eating his food and sipping his drink, and when he was finished considered stealing a bit of Jack's. He was half way through reaching over to the cooling chips when a hand slapped his fingers away. Ianto looked up disgruntled as Jack settled back into his seat, looking only sightly ruffled and gagging for a drink.
"What was all that about?" asked Ianto, though he probably didn't need to guess.
Jack shrugged. "I don't want you stealing my chips."
"Not that - that." Ianto jerked his head in the direction of the dark haired woman who had just wandered past.
"That was just a bit of fun. Though to be honest: too much teeth. Have you got any ketchup left?"
"I don't like ketchup." sighed Ianto, watching as the woman joined a lanky man with a tray of fast food waiting for her by a table. "So what did you ... do?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later." smirked Jack, taking a bite of his ketchup-smothered chip and a gulp of his drink.
Ianto sat back and folded his arms, biting his tongue.
When Jack finally finished, he left Ianto to clear away their debris while he browsed the shop. Ianto found him with a basket full of chocolate, crisps and sweets in WHSmith, and wide-eyed with a slight panic Ianto forced him to put pretty much all of it back. "You'll be hyper, and I can't be dealing with you hyper in a confined space such as a car."
"It wouldn't be that confined if you let me keep the roof down."
"The roof is staying up. It's bloody freezing without travelling at ninety in the rain."
"It's not raining."
"It will be though!" Ianto growled, moving towards the section filled with books. "Tell you what," he thought out loud. "if I drive for a bit, you could maybe read something and relax a bit."
"I don't like reading." shrugged Jack. "I like driving."
"Driving fast with the roof down." Ianto grumbled. "What about audiobooks? I prefer audiobooks 'cause you know what my reading's like. You could listen to it whilst I'm driving instead of listening to me." he joked.
"I thought you didn't have your license yet?" frowned Jack.
"I have my provisional."
"But you can't drive on the motorway with a provisional." Jack pointed out.
"Well if I was still at Hillcrest I'd have passed my test by now." Ianto scowled.
Jack glanced away and over at the CDs lined up on the shelf. "What's this?" he asked, picking one up with a black cover and a red apple on the front.
"Twilight." Ianto scowled. "You don't want that. Toshiko made me read that. It completely and utterly deconstructs everything that Buffy the Vampire Slayer did for women in science fiction."
"Vampires? Cool."
"Teen vampires. Teen vampires with angst."
"I want this one."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Wouldn't you rather listen to something a bit more ... good?"
"Nope. I want this one."
"As long as you don't throw glitter on me and call me 'Edward' ...." grumbled Ianto. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer Harry Potter?"
Jack sat in the passenger seat transferring the audiobook to his MP3 player with his laptop while Ianto got the roof of the convertible up and locked in place.
"Next time I get a car," Jack told him. "I'll get a hardtop. That way the roof will go up and down with the touch of a button. And are you sure you're okay to drive?"
"You sound like a mother."
"You sound like a teenager in trouble." smirked Jack. "How about I drive until the next exit and then we'll go however far you want on B roads? At least we'll be legal."
"Fine." sighed Ianto. "I suppose that makes more sense. Even though your driving usually entails posing for speed cameras and leaning to the left to try and stop the car toppling over at every corner."
"At the next speed camera, we both have to do 'thumbs up', 'kay?"
Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack clambered over into the passenger seat and he climbed in using the more conventional door method. Jack closed his computer and put it on the back seat, plugging his MP3 into the USB port next to the stereo.
"Ohhhh no you don't!" warned Ianto, pulling it out again.
"I'm driving. I get to choose what we listen to." pouted Jack.
"You can choose what we listen to - as long as it's not that." Ianto admonished, putting the MP3 player in the glove box and closing it with a snap before the various tubes of lubricant and packets of condoms kept there could tumble out.
They decided not to listen to anything at all, and Jack pulled out of the service station and into the flow of motorway traffic complaining about his 'lack of freedoms'. Ianto just laughed to himself, turning the heater fans up and watching as the first few raindrops began to spatter onto the windscreen.
Jack took the next exit and once they reached a less hectic stretch of road, and pulled over so they could swap sides. Ianto shivered as he settled into the seat behind the wheel, his fingers frozen from their short trip outside into the onset of Welsh winter.
"Do you want to go shopping?" Jack asked.
"What for?" frowned Ianto.
"I dunno. Maybe we could get a sat nav, or you could get a new phone. Or we could buy clothes or something."
"We can shop when we get there. And there's nothing wrong with a good old-fashioned A to Z." Ianto told him, indicating the book of maps in the foot well.
For the next half hour, Jack twittered on about anything and everything, barely pausing for breath. They approached a millionth set of traffic lights on one particular stretch, and Ianto groaned and rested his head on the steering wheel.
"Jack!" he eventually snapped. "Put your audiobook on, and stop driving me insane!" he ordered.
Jack's mouth snapped shut, and he sullenly retrieved his MP3 player from the glove compartment, not bothering to pick up the cascade of foil packets that tumbled out before snapping it shut again. Ianto groaned inwardly, but couldn't be bothered forcing him to pick them up again. Putting the car in gear, they set off again as Jack quietly listened to his audiobook.
"Are you sure you followed the black line I drew on?" sighed Ianto, staring around the deserted country road with the niggling feeling Jack had got them lost on purpose. The theory was further enforced when a firm hand reached over to squeeze his inner thigh. Sighing again, Ianto pulled over and tried to retrieve the A to Z map from Jack's grip.
"I really think we should get a little closer ...." Jack smirked, moving his hand from Ianto's thigh to around his shoulders and pulling their bodies together.
"Jack ...." groaned Ianto. "could we at least get off the road and possibly into the back seat first?"
Ianto could feel his eyes drooping as they finally found a road leading to a town. Jack was driving again, and Ianto had his head slumped over to the side as the weight of it became too much to hold upright.
“Travel Lodge?” Jack suggested eventually, spotting the luminous sign of the brown brick building piercing through the gloom amidst the glow of the industrial estate it was built on.
“Mmm.” Ianto agreed sleepily, and waited patiently until Jack finally found a parking space before forcing himself to muster the strength to hold his head up long enough to get his seatbelt off. “I’ll check us in while you carry the bags.”
“Okay,” agreed Jack. “just one thing, though: are you gonna put out at all today? I’m getting a bit neglected here ....”
Ianto thought back to their argument in the country, within which they had determined that it was physically impossible for two grown men to have sex in the back of a convertible, and there was no way they were putting the roof down. Ianto had given him the ultimatum of either forget about it or take care of himself. Jack had endlessly complained in the four house since, getting them lost on purpose and nearly finding himself kicked out of the car at high speed. Eventually they decided they’d have to find somewhere to stay the night, so they had changed drivers with Ianto safe in the knowledge he could trust himself not to get them lost and direct them to civilisation.
Making his way to the entrance with the bags, Ianto a respectful step behind, Jack breezed into the Travel Lodge with a huge grin. Before he could open his mouth to flirt, Ianto stepped in with a polite smile and booked them a room. Accepting the key and apologising in advance for anything Jack might or might not do, he made his way towards the lifts, practically dragging Jack after him.
“Is this it?” Jack asked disdainfully, drinking in the small room before him, mostly occupied by a double bed and dresser.
“There’s an en suite at least.” shrugged Ianto, and began unpacking some clothes for the next day, toothbrushes, toothpaste and pyjama bottoms for them both.
“Hmph!” scowled Jack,, then proceeded to root through all the drawers and the plain, fitted wardrobe. “Coming to bed?” he prompted when he’d finished exploring, and tossed his coat aside and sprawled over the mattress.
"In a second!" Ianto called back from the bathroom where he was unpacking toiletries and ... other things.
He gazed down at the vial, biting his lip, and ran his finger over the cylinder of the syringe. These were the drugs he had used to make Jack sleep. He had acquired them through Donna, using half-truths and putting his trust in her, and now he was considering using them again to get the rest of the way to Faith without Jack holding him up. Guilt gnawing at him, he pierced the top of one of the vials and filled the cylinder to the maximum dose.
"Are you coming to bed yet?"
Ianto jumped, managing to hide the vial and syringe under a towel and turned. "In a minute. I ... I wanna brush my teeth."
He reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste and began scrubbing vigorously, and Jack joined him. They brushed their teeth in silence and quickly washed their faces. The moment they were done, Jack was pulling at him, half dragging him into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and pulling Ianto down beside him. Ianto crawled onto his front as had become usual, and was therefore a little surprised when Jack rolled him onto his back. The Captain covered him with his body, kissing his mouth gently as Ianto willingly parted his lips to allow Jack’s tongue to enter him.
They were naked and panting, taking their time like they hadn’t since before Spain. Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack and sighed softly as teeth and tongue worked over his neck and shoulder. Jack gasped for breath as he sat back on his heels, withdrawing his fingers from Ianto's body and lining himself up.
“Wait!” gasped Ianto, putting a hand on Jack’s bicep. “That ... th-that woman at the service station ... what did you ... what did you ... ?”
Jack gave a small laugh and leant down to kiss him. Pulling back, he began to speak, punctuating his words with lips or teeth pressing against Ianto's neck. “First ... I took her to the Ladies’ room ... and dragged her ... into a cubicle ... then ....”
“Okay, okay! Just ... did you shag her or not?”
“Uh ... yeah?” Jack replied, intoning it should have been obvious. Ianto reached over to where his trousers were half-hanging off the bed and retrieved one of the foil packets he’d picked up from the floor of Jack’s car earlier.
“We’re using this.” he told Jack firmly.
“We’ve never bothered before.” Jack replied, arching an eyebrow.
“I didn’t realise how carelessly you shagged around before.” Ianto pointed out, ripping the packet open with his teeth.
“Carelessly?” questioned Jack, watching Ianto removing the condom from its packet.
“Did you use one of these with her?”
Jack glanced away. “Yes.” he said.
“Liar.” scowled Ianto. “Why do you even have them if you don’t bother using them? You could’ve got her pregnant, never mind caught a billion and one diseases and infections. And you’re not passing them on to me.”
“I prefer it without, though.” Jack said, trying to snatch the condom from Ianto.
“Until we’ve both had every test under the sun, we’re using them.” Ianto told him, fighting off Jack’s hands. The piece of slippery rubber found itself tossed away by Jack, and Ianto rolled his eyes, reaching over to his trousers for another one. A tanned hand clasped around his wrist in a vice-like grip.
“I prefer it without.” Jack repeated, and it took Ianto less than a second to realise he wasn’t getting a choice. He writhed and struggled with Jack’s weight fully on him, clawing and scratching where he could before eventually managing to get a knee under the Captain's stomach to roll him off. Scrambling onto the floor, Ianto made to shut himself in the bathroom but Jack's hand caught his bicep, pulling him back, pinning him against the wall.
Biting down hard, Ianto used the wall itself as a solid surface to push off, making Jack stumble back and fall. Taking his chance, Ianto shut himself in the bathroom, half praying someone could hear the noise their struggle was making.
The door safely locked behind him - but by no means safe himself - Ianto retrieved the syringe from under the towel and bit his lip hard.
This is not Jack, this is not Jack, this is not Jack ... he chanted in his head, though he was frightened and panicking and finding it hard to distinguish between the two in a blur of fear. The Captain was pounding on the door, and the wood around the handle splintered.
"Alright!" Ianto called. "Alright, Jack! I'm ... I'm coming out ... I ... stand back from the door."
The pounding stopped.
Ianto gently cleaned the point of the needle with a surgical wipe.
Ianto jumped back in shock.
Jack was dead.
What had happened? Was the dose too much so soon after the first one? Had their been an air bubble in the syringe? Had Ianto done something wrong?
Breathing deeply, trying to calm the panic, Ianto splashed cold water on Jack's face, kissed his forehead and his lips, urged him to wake up and shook him hard.
"Jack?" he called weakly. "Jack ... wake up ... I know you can ...."
With a gasp and groan of pain, the Captain jolted a wake, his arms flailing, capturing a hold on Ianto and fixing him with a wild eyed stare.
"Ianto? Oh my God ... Ianto ..."
Ianto let himself be hugged close, though only half-heartedly returned the embrace. He half wished Jack had stayed dead.
"Ianto? It's ... it's me ... it's ... did I die?"
Ianto blinked. "Jack?"
"I don't blame you for ... oh my God what he was going to ... I see his thoughts, Ianto. I see what he thinks and I know what he wanted to do to ... I can't stop him. If I try to stop him he gets worse. But you did so good, Ianto. So good and you didn't let him ... and you ...."
"My Jack?" Ianto asked weakly, and searched his eyes. "Jack!" he cried in relief, and threw his arms around him. "You're okay ... you're alright ... you're fine ... it's ... gonna be ...."
"No." Jack said bluntly. "I can ... I can feel it. Feel it ... it's in my head ...."
"Feel what?"
"It's like being bodiless ... just an essence ... trapped in a suffocating bubble and ... and you can't do anything but watch ... but ... when he's asleep, Ianto. When he's asleep ... I can sometimes ... I can sometimes feel him holding you. When he's asleep ... it's easier for me. Sometimes I can move him."
Ianto stared at him, talking about his own body as if it belonged to someone else. Perhaps it did.
"I don't want you to go." Ianto sniffed. "I can't do this. What if he ... what if he tries again and ... what if I'm not so lucky?" He buried his head in Jack's neck and felt his shoulders shake as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
"You'll be fine, Ianto. Just ... please ... put yourself before me. Leave me. Let me deal with my own mess."
"No."
"Ianto ...."
"I won't. You took care of me and gave me everything I have in the world. I owe you."
"You owe me nothing." smiled Jack, and Ianto pulled his head back to look into his eyes. Jack blinked strangely, then cocked his head to the side. "Can we have sex now?"
Ianto sobbed and sniffed one more time, and lay down on his front. He was too exhausted to care anymore.
He could feel Jack's breath on the back of his neck, and he wasn't so uncomfortable with it as he might have thought. The Sleeping Jack was the real Jack. Ianto turned in his arms, facing him and watching the frantic movement of eyes behind closed lids. He leant forward and kissed his nose, and Jack snuffled slightly and sniffed.
"You can depend on me." Ianto whispered, wondering if the real Jack could hear him. Carefully, Ianto got out of bed and managed to stop himself groaning as his body ached and protested from being folded into a car all day. He went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to keep quiet and praying he didn't wake Jack up.
Going back into the room, Ianto sat in the window and held the curtain back slightly, watching the red and orange lamps of the cars zooming by on the motorway in the distance, or the cars floating around the car parks to get to the twenty-four-hour fast food places on the industrial estate. He checked his watch and saw it was going up to three 'o' clock, and sighed heavily. Losing himself in thought as he watched the moving lights, his eyes began to grow heavy and tired as his head lolled. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep.
There was a loud rapping on the door, and Ianto jumped awake, his neck stiff from where he'd fallen asleep awkwardly against the window and adding to the other aches and pains his body was currently subjecting itself to. Angry from being woken, and probably at several other unspeakable things, he wrenched the door open to find nothing but thin air waiting for him outside. He poked his head into the corridor, but there was nothing there but the dust falling through the orange sunrise glowing dimly through the windows.
Muttering darkly, he made to shut the door again and pause when he heard a strange scraping coming from the floor. He glance down, and there was a piece of thick, creamy card wedged under the wood of the door. Frowning, Ianto stooped and picked it up, instantly recognising the words on it, the handwriting, and where the paper had come from.
Panic gripped him, and regardless of his anger and pain and hurt and betrayal, Ianto urged Jack awake from his heavy slumber, hurriedly trying to pull clothes onto his own body while throwing Jack's at him.
"Get up! Get up now or I swear to God I'm leaving without you!" he snapped, shoving their things back into the bag as Jack slowly and blearily started to dress. Ianto growled in exasperation, practically shoving Jack's boots on his feet for him and tying the laces to save time. "For fuck's sake, Jack! If you hurry up, I'll let you drive - and you can drive, really, really fast. Just hurry up!"
Finally Jack was presentable enough to be taken outside, complaining loudly about rude awakenings and Ianto's impatience. They got out to the car park, and Ianto lead them away from the convertible. Jack followed, stopping suddenly when he realised.
"The car's over there." he pointed out.
"I know. We're not taking the car." he said, coming to stop by a silver Audi with blacked out windows and popping open the bonnet.
"What are you doing?"
"Stealing a car we won't be recognised in."
"Why?"
"Because Saxon is coming! He'll be here any moment, and we have to get away." Ianto explained, fiddling in the engine until a beep sounded three times and Ianto grinned with his victory. He went round to the passenger side and started peeling at the rubber surrounding the window, eventually getting purchase and using his fingers to start pushing the window down.
"You've done this before." observed Jack with a slightly amused tone.
"Just keep watch." growled Ianto, using all his effort to pull the window further down. Eventually he managed to create a gap big enough for him to reach in and unlock the door from the inside, and wrenched the door open. Jack climbed in the driver's side while Ianto began fiddling with wires under the plastic facings. Something sparked, and the engine roared into life.
"Let's go." sighed Ianto, and Jack began to drive them away towards the exit while Ianto kept his eyes peeled for any sign of Saxon or any presidential vehicles. He spotted several men in plain black suits entering the Travel Lodge, and some others stood near Jack's convertible, but they were too far away to identify properly.
It didn't take long for them to get into the main flow of traffic, joining the motorway and Ianto allowing Jack to drive above the speed limit this once. The Audi driver had a sat nav, much to Ianto's distaste, and it featured the voice of Mr. T.
"Take the next exit, sucka!" it ordered, and Ianto glowered at it.
Jack glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Y'know, I'd almost think you were jealous you don't get to read the map."
"I'm not jealous. I just wish the sat nag was a little more ... y'know ... not irritating."
"It's getting us closer to our destination. And the route the A Team chose appears to be a lot simpler and quicker than your black squiggle on our old map."
"SHIT!" Ianto exclaimed.
"What?"
"The old map! It's in the car!"
"... yeah?"
"If they find it, they'll find my black squiggle ... and ... they'll know where we're headed and will either follow or ...."
"Ah ..." agreed Jack, checking his mirrors cautiously. "Yeah ... I see your point ...."
FIN
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Date: 2010-01-09 02:03 pm (UTC)Sooo good! And Real!Jack popping out to convince Ianto not to lose hope! And Saxon! OMG!