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TW Fic: Wanderers Guild (1/?)

2009-07-31T01:07:39Z

Title: Wanderers Guild: Part One: When All is Said and Done, a Lot More Will Be Said than Done.
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Gwen and Rhys Williams, PC Andy Davidson, Captain John Hart, Lady Christina De Souza, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith.
Spoilers: Torchwood S1-3, Doctor Who S1-4.
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary Jack may have given up on Torchwood Three but Gwen will be damned if she is.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Torchwood or Doctor Who however RTD used to own my soul, now he just owns my firey burning rage. ; )
Notes: As many of the fans out there have expressed Children of Earth just didn’t sit right with me. So I’m trying to salvage what’s left of the ruins and rebuild using what I’ve got. But I really just wish I could bring Ianto back and have him be devilishly handsome in his suits. Instead, I’m writing about life without Ianto. Which is sad but hopefully I can make some people out there feel better about the slap in the face RTD has given us.

Oh and the title is taken from an Armor for sleep song which has nothing to do with the fic but is a lovely song all the same.

x-posted at: torchwood_decaf, spooky_andy, torchwood_fic, torchwoodcoffee, and pcandy_love.

“Andy Davidson walks down the dank Cardiff streets, pulling up the collar of his jacket to keep warm. He walks into the coffee shop soaking wet and grimaces as the ding of the bell over the door chimes. He spots Gwen at a table in the back corner looking over some files. She grins up at him when he finally reaches the table.

She stands up and hugs him. “Andy.” She says his name with more fondness than he ever remembers her using before.

And despite himself he smiles meekly. “Hey.”

She gestures for him to sit down and signals the waitress over. She orders for both of them, tea for her, and coffee for him. She still remembers how he likes his coffee, which for some reason makes him smile.

“How’ve you been?” She asks almost cautiously as if he had been the one who had lost his entire team, not the other way around.

“Good. Hanging on anyway. You?”

“It’s been tough…we’ve all been through worse though.”

“Have we?” He almost scoffs at the idea. As if aliens wanting to take children happened everyday. And in Gwen’s world Andy supposes it does.

The mood of the chatter goes down a bit and the numbers 4, 5 and 6 are never mentioned. As with most things in society that are horrible and hard to deal with it gets glossed over and forgotten about. They make more awkward small talk before Gwen lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Look I invited you here to—“

“Let me know you’re pregnant? Cause I can see that.”

“No it’s…I’ve come to offer you a job.”

“…As your nanny?”

She sighs possibly more put out than before. “At Torchwood. I’ve come to offer you a job with Torchwood.”

“…Oh.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t—“

“Oh don’t act like you’re not going to take this. You’ve been wanting in for years now.”

Andy sighs at Gwen’s presumptuousness. “Of course I wanted in. Your job seemed glamorous then. It was all chasing down weevils and shiny SUV’s and weapons the size of small cars. Now I know what it’s really like Gwen. And because of it Torchwood’s kind of lost its shiny newness.”

“Look you know that I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important to me.”

“And…”

“And what?”

“Oh there’s always an and.”

“…And our numbers are down and we need you and you’d be a great asset.”

“And you’re full of it.”

“No Andy I’m serious. We need you. You helped us out in the past, now you can do that but all the time.”

“How down are your numbers?”

“Two. Just me and Rhys.”

“And Harkness.”

“Jack took…an indefinite amount of time off. Ianto’s death really hit hard for him.”

“So what, he just runs off then? Leaving you to fight in his stead, pregnant?”

“I’m perfectly capable of—“

“No you’re not Gwen, your seven months pregnant. You can’t be chasing after aliens just praying your water doesn’t break.”

“So you’ll join us then?”

“Oh now wait a tick I didn’t say I’d join you.”

“But you’re going to. Why not just admit it and stop arguing.”

Andy grins again. “Fine. But if anyone asks, it took a lot of convincing.”

“Sure. Sure. Whatever you want Andy.”

“I’m serious Gwen, major schmoozing happened here tonight. Now c’mon let’s go. We’d better get back to HQ before your husband worries.”

“Well aren’t you just settling in all ready. It’s almost like you practiced that speech in front of your bathroom mirror.”

Andy blushes bright pink and Gwen grins ear to ear. “I thought you said you were going to stop watching me.”

“If you don’t want people to look don’t leave your blinds open so close to a CCTV camera.”

Andy slings on his coat and follows Gwen out muttering. “Bloody Torchwood.”

“Uh uh.” Gwen tsks. “You can’t say that now, you’re one of us.”

Andy doesn’t even attempt to cover up his exasperation. “God help us.”

Band fic: New York Eyes, Chicago Thighs (3/?)

2009-03-11T19:25:37Z

Title: New York Eyes, Chicago Thighs (3/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Pete/Patrick, William Beckett, Brendon/Ryan, Gabe Saporta, Jon Walker, Patrick/Jon, etc.
POV: Varies. You mainly get Patrick and Jon’s perspectives, as well as Patrick’s thoughts in italics as well as Jon’s now. There’s also a narrator of sorts.
Summary: Patrick thinks Pete has New York eyes, sweet and haunting, and just a little glassy. But Jon thinks Patrick has Chicago thighs, weathered and wind beaten, and a little bit beautiful.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Fall Out Boy or Panic(!) at the Disco or any other band/pop culture reference I might mention. However, Patrick Stump and Jon Walker own my soul.
Author Notes: You’ve all been very patient with me and my weird pairing. And now I offer this chapter as a reward. Enjoy the naughtiness. And I hope it’s not too soon for our boys to uh…consummate their time together. I think they’ll be just fine either way though. ; )

Comments are greatly appreciated!

Chapter One
Chapter Two

x-posted at: patrickxpeter, slashypunkboys, clandestinefic, and slashatthedisco.

Jon wakes up to a terrible ringing sound by his ear. He tries to swat at his phone so he can just get some sleep but his eyes open up enough to look at the caller ID and see the letter P flashing back at him. He reluctantly moves his sleepy body to grab his phone. “Hello.”

“I woke you up didn’t I?”

“Mmm. S’okay.” Jon slurs.

“No I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

Jon looks over at his beside clock. “Pat it’s five in the morning.”

“I know. I just wanted to call you before you called me.”

“Why?” He asks a hint of laughter to his voice.

“Maybe I wanted to be the guy in this one instance. Maybe I wanted to wear the pants in this relationship just once.”

Relationship? Jon doesn’t let himself dare to hope. “Is that so?”

“Mhm. See you’ve been paying for dinners and brunches and ice cream. You drive me home, you initiate the kisses, I just think maybe you should let me have a turn.”

“I see.”

“So you should go back to sleep now.”

“Can’t. I’m up. What are you doing?”

“Drinking coffee.”

“What are you wearing?” Jon puts on his best sexy voice. Which just really comes out kind of grumbly because of the sleep deprivation.

“A bathrobe?”

“Mmm. What else?”

“Uh, nothing…Oh wait! Jon, you perv!”

Jon just laughs big and without a care.

“You’re a sick man.”

“You like it.”

“…Yeah I kinda do.”

Jon smiles lazily. “Want to come over and be insomniacs together?”

“I’ll be an insomniac with you any time.”

“Good. Now get your ass over here.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the guy this time?”

“Fine. Get your rippled, chiseled, manly ass over here.”

Patrick laughs lightly. “On my way.”

Jon lays in his bed a moment or two more after he and Patrick hang up just smiling to himself.

Patrick runs to his room taking a shower and picking out clothes to wear and yes he does realize how much of a girl he is taking ten minutes just picking out something to wear. He decides on a blue plaid button up over a gray t-shirt, his comfiest pair of jeans and old, dirty Converse. He realizes is shouldn’t take this much effort to look like he didn’t make an effort but oh well. It’s for Jon and Patrick doesn’t care. He throws on a jacket and hat heading towards Jon’s apartment with a smile on his face.

Patrick arrives fifteen minutes later to a very sleepy looking Jon standing in the doorway smiling at him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Patrick moves closer to Jon planting a chaste kiss to his pink lips. “I brought breakfast.”

“Mmm.” Jon mumbles walking behind.

“And coffee.”

Jon begins to sing. “Did you ever know that you’re my hero…” He comes up behind Patrick arms circling his waist. Jon kisses the back of Patrick’s neck making him shiver. “Seriously though. Hero. Big time.”

Patrick turns in Jon’s arms. “Uh huh. So I brought breakfast…”

“Yes you did.”

“I was thinking maybe you’d provide dessert?”

Jon’s eyebrows shoot up slyly. “Is that so?”

Patrick nods his head.

“Well it’s only fair.” Jon leans in and captures Patrick’s lips. Jon presses Patrick up against the counter effectively trapping him with his body and his arms on either side of him. They pull apart breathless.

Patrick grins. “Breakfast first, then more dessert.”

Jon hums an agreement. They take the bag of muffins and the coffee into the living room turning on the news because let’s face it what else is there to watch at five in the morning?

Jon dives into a chocolate chip muffin leaving crumbs and chocolate smears all over his face. Patrick laughs at him and licks the chocolate kissing Jon lightly, smiling. All of sudden Patrick pulls back and stares into Jon’s eyes looking serious.

Jon sits up worried. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to ask you something.”

“…Okay.”

“Jon Walker, will you be my boyfriend?”

He smiles shoving Patrick back gently. “You jerk! I thought you were breaking up with me before we even became anything!”

Patrick just grins up at him. “Sorry.”

Jon just shakes his head and leans down to kiss Patrick’s nose. He starts to sit back up but Patrick pulls him back down for a real kiss. Jon opens his mouth to Patrick and their tongues tangle and Patrick hums in satisfaction. They pull apart and Patrick asks Jon the question he’s wanted to ask him since the first night at the party really. He wants to be coy and suggestive but all that comes out is “Sex?” Maybe all of his hormones are seriously affecting his speech. Or maybe it’s the fact that all of the blood in his body headed South the minute he and Jon started kissing.

Jon simply nods and takes off towards the bedroom at record speed dropping his clothes along the way. Patrick still a little shocked follows after shedding his clothing as well. They both reach Jon’s room naked as the day they were born, and Jon looks down appreciative. He utters a single “damn” and proceeds to aggressively kiss the taste of Patrick away to replace it with his own. Patrick moans and Jon swears his knees go a little week at the sound. They break apart with Patrick kissing and licking Jon’s neck, down his torso until he’s kneeling in front of him. Jon swallows thickly and shakes his head yes.

Patrick smiles and kisses both sides of Jon’s thighs his breath ghosting over the tip of Jon’s cock. He shudders and then moans deeply as Patrick moves to replace his breath with his mouth. Patrick takes Jon’s length, careful not to gag and sucks with a passion, hollowing his cheeks. Jon’s breathing speeds up and Patrick can hear random mutterings between moans. He smiles and hums around Jon’s cock causing him to shout out an “Oh God Pat!” Jon grabs onto Patrick like he’s the only thing holding him together, to this planet, to everything because well, currently he is. Patrick hums again knowing how much Jon enjoyed it the first time causing Jon to lose his self-control. He orgasms seeing stars with his head back, holding onto Patrick. Patrick licks him clean and pulls back with an audible pop.

Jon just smiles and kisses Patrick holding on for dear life. “You’re perfect.”

Patrick grins. “That’s what all the boys say.”

“But oh God do I mean it. You. Are. Perfect.” Jon punctuates each word with a kiss.

He blushes turning his head away causing Jon to pull it back and kiss him, soft and loving. “You’re not so bad yourself Walker.” Patrick whispers in his ear causing Jon to shiver. “And you have a fantastic ‘O face’.”

Jon laughs and kisses Patrick for the umpteenth time. “How about we take care of you now? Since you were so giving.”

Patrick nods and allows Jon to lead him to the bed sitting on the edge. Jon pushes him back so Patrick’s lying down. He kisses his lips once, softly, and proceeds to nibble along his jaw, kiss and nip down his neck, his chest. Everywhere he can reach. He runs his hands along Patrick’s legs continuously, up and down, drawing designs with his fingers. Jon becomes fascinated by Patrick’s legs lavishing attention on them, kissing and nibbling. He thinks Patrick’s thighs are the most beautiful part of him. They’re weathered and wind-beaten. Chicago thighs Jon thinks smiling. He finally understands what Pete was getting at.

Jon moves back up Patrick’s body kissing the same paths he traveled down before. He looks down at Patrick lovingly, the pad of his thumb rubbing across his cheek. “So beautiful.”

Patrick smiles and kisses Jon like this is all he wants to do, until the end of time. The world could cave in on them right now and neither of them would notice. That thought terrifies and excites Patrick in a way nothing has in a while. He flips them over pinning Jon’s body between his arms kissing him leisurely. He pulls back and reaches over to Jon’s nightstand drawer and pulls out some lube and a condom.

“How did you know it was there?”

Patrick grins. “I can read you like a book Jon Walker.” He leans down and nips at Jon’s lower lip.

Jon shivers for the millionth time. Patrick knows him. The thought thrills him. This perfect, beautiful, amazing man knows me. Knows me and wants to be with me. God I could love him.

Patrick smiles again feeling ever nerve standing on edge. God help me I could fall in love with you Jon Walker. I just wish I could tell you.

Patrick squirts some lube onto his hand and stretches Jon quickly. Jon moans into Patrick’s mouth and pushes down on his hand for more. Patrick adds another finger and brushes against Jon’s prostate causing him to buck up into Patrick.

“Ready. Now. Please.” Jon practically growls.

“So polite.” Patrick jokes. He rolls the condom onto himself, aligns himself, and thrusts filling Jon completely. He gives Jon a minute to get used to the feeling and then pulls out and thrusts back in groaning at how tight Jon is.

Jon squirms under him. He reaches up to kiss Patrick mumbling something about how he won’t break and tells Patrick to go harder. He kisses him back and speeds up the pace kissing and nibbling at Jon’s pale skin. Patrick pumps Jon’s dick in time with his thrusting causing him to scream out.

“Pat…I’m…oh God. I’m close.”

Patrick kisses his neck softly. “Let go for me Jon.” He twists his wrist and Jon moans again deeply.

A few more pumps of Patrick’s fist and Jon orgasms for the second time that day moaning Patrick’s name. This sends Patrick over the edge as well and they collapse grinning and sweat-soaked.

“Wow.” Jon mutters dazed. “Is there anything you’re not good at?”

Patrick smiles and thinks. “Scrabble.”

Jon laughs loudly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes I will let you be top next time.”

“Shut up. No I was just wondering if we’re allowed to tell anyone. About us.”

Patrick smiles at the use of “us.” “I hope so. For one, Brendon and Ryan already know…and Pete.”

“Ah. Pete.”

“Yeah.”

“Can we not mention him?”

“Absolutely what I was thinking.” Patrick moves to kiss Jon’s forehead. “I don’t need him ruining this. He’s not going to ruin it. Now are you going to snuggle with me or not?”

Jon smiles lazily. “I thought you wanted to be the guy?”

“I changed my mind. I’m clearly the woman. It took me ten minutes to pick out something to wear today.” Patrick confesses.

“Fat lot of good that did. It wasn’t on long.” Jon grins like a Cheshire cat. “But I do like you in blue.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Patrick slides over so his face is cradled in Jon’s neck. He burrows under the covers pulling Jon closer. Jon wraps his arms around Patrick and kisses the top of his head. “Goodnight.”

Jon smirks. “Good morning.” He runs his hand through Patrick’s hair. “Think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

“Mmm. But if not I think a repeat performance might be in order.”

He laughs. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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Author’s notes: Okay so this was my first well…actual attempt at smut. I used to write nice normal fluffy fic. Now I write this. Hope you enjoyed it and let me know if I should go back to sugary sweet fluff. <3

Torchwood Ficlet: Remembrance of Things Past PG

2009-03-10T04:44:30Z

Title: Remembrance of Things Past
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Tosh/Owen
Spoilers: Through 2.13 Exit Wounds.
Rating: PG
Summary: Tosh and Owen have a conversation, like they’ve done so many times before.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: Title is taken from the epic, million volume, saga by Marcel Proust. And the title is probably the only thing I liked about it. Also, I know that there are a lot of post/pre/present Tosh/Owen Exit Wounds fics out there. I know because I’ve written many of them. I just needed to write this. Can’t explain it beyond that.

x-posted at: torchwood_decaf, owentosh, torchwood_fic, deadweird.

“I love you.”

He smiles lightly. “I know.”

“ This is usually where you say something back.”

“Are you expecting me to tell you the same? You want me to pour my heart out? Tell you I love you?”

“Well with the whole dying thing I thought…”

“Nah. Not my style.”

Tosh breathes out slowly. “Kind of wish it was.”

“How’s the pain?”

“Good. Fine…Painful.”

“It’ll be over soon.”

She laughs at the ridiculousness of this conversation. She’s knows it’s only her subconscious talking to her in Owen’s form. But you’d think her own subconscious would be a little nicer.

“I don’t want to die.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“What’s it like?”

“You want the whole ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ schpeel or the truth?”

“Truth.”

“Okay.” He sits down next to her on the floor. “There’s nothing. No bright lights, no pearly gates, no Heaven. On the plus side there’s no Hell either. We all know if there was I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“You’re not really here anyway.”

He chuckles. “Valid point.”

“There’s just…nothing?”

“Yeah. Life isn’t something you do in the meantime until you can go to your eternal resting place and finally enjoy yourself. Life is it. Why wait? Why work towards something that doesn’t even exist. I always thought Catholics were crazy. Always feeling guilty for things they didn’t do. Wouldn’t be so worried if they knew there was nothing after this huh?”

“I guess not.” She takes a deep breath in to stave off the pain.

“Hurt more?”

She simply nods.

“It will. And then—“ He snaps his fingers. “Nothing. You’d imagine nothing would feel bad but it doesn’t. It’s nice. After all that pain it’s the best thing in the world…or afterworld. Afterlife? I always did have trouble with words. Or was it a way with them? Who really cares anyway?”

“No Heaven.”

“No. Not even a limbo. Just…”

“Nothing.” She finishes for him. Tosh turns to Owen and smiles. “Nothing might be good. No weevils.”

He chuckles. “Definitely no weevils.”

“That might be nice.”

“It is.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.”

“I don’t feel anything.”

“I know.” He smiles down at her. “Jack will be here soon. And Ianto. They’re here for you. You always were the favorite.”

She smiles brokenly. “Jealous?”

Owen grins. “A little.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. But it’s good.”

Tosh nods once as a tear slips down her cheek. “Will you be there? In the nothing?”

“No. But I want to be.”

“It’s not an I love you.”

“It’s the next best thing.”

She laughs, small and pained. “I don’t want to go.”

“I know. I didn’t either. But you have to.”

“I’ll be alone.”

“You’re alone now.”

“You’re here.”

Owen smiles slowly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.” She repeats, softer. “You’re going to leave aren’t you?”

“Jack’s on his way.”

“I want you to stay.”

“Wish I could.”

“Me too.”

Owen backs away from Tosh slowly leaning on the autopsy counter, hands in pockets. She keeps her eyes glued to his until she hears the familiar clomp of Jack’s boots on the stairs. She hears him yelling, telling her to hold on. They both know that she can’t. Tosh looks back to Owen and finds an empty space. He left without saying goodbye.

Jack holds her to his chest, swipes his hand through her hair. Smiles down at her. She smiles back slowly. Ianto clasps her hand in his, kisses her forehead. Tears are streaming down his face. She wants to tell him not to cry, that she’s going somewhere better. No pain, no violence, no weevils. No Ianto. No Gwen. No Jack…No Owen.

Tosh looks into her boss’ eyes. Smiles. He knows what it feels like to die, knows about the nothing. But he gets to come back. A little more broken then when he left, but he’s back. She turns her head to stare into Ianto’s eyes. Crisp and clean eyes stare back. She’s going to miss him. She grins at him. He musters up a small smile for her, breaking through the tears. Beautiful Ianto.

She feels pleasantly numb now. It’s almost time. She looks up one more time to Jack’s face. She smiles and closes her eyes. Toshiko Sato died in the way she lived. Calm and quiet. And then…there was nothing.

Band fic: New York Eyes, Chicago Thighs (2/?)

2009-03-09T01:42:38Z

Title: New York Eyes, Chicago Thighs (2/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing.
Pairing: Pete/Patrick, William Beckett, Brendon/Ryan, Gabe Saporta, Jon Walker, Patrick/Jon, etc.
POV: Varies. You mainly get Patrick and Jon’s perspectives, as well as Patrick’s thoughts in italics. There’s also a narrator of sorts, 3rd person if you will.
Summary: Patrick thinks Pete has New York eyes, sweet and haunting, and just a little glassy. But Jon thinks Patrick has Chicago thighs, weathered and wind beaten, and a little bit beautiful.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Fall Out Boy or Panic(!) at the Disco or any other band/pop culture reference I might mention. However, Patrick Stump and Jon Walker own my soul.
Author Notes: This chapter’s a bit cutesy and a bit angsty. And really who can’t relate to that?

Chapter One

Comments are greatly appreciated!

x-posted at: patrickxpeter, slashypunkboys, clandestinefic, and slashatthedisco.

Patrick looks at his reflection in the mirror one last time. Why am I obsessing? Who knew being gay would be this hard. Maybe I should have stayed straight. Patrick laughs at the thought. No one who worked for Pete could ever be straight. If only the fangirls knew that we were really as gay as they portrayed us in their fics. Their heads would spin. Patrick laughs again and walks out of his room heading towards the door.

Behind him he hears a low whistle. “Damn baby, you looking to get attacked tonight?” Pete says in a thug voice.

“Oh har fucking har Pete. Besides it’s brunch, no one gets mugged at brunch.”

Pete walks closer fixing the lapels on Patrick’s jacket. “I wasn’t talking about getting mugged.” He bends to whisper in Patrick’s ear. “I was talking about all of the guys…and girls who’d want to fuck you senseless right now.”

“So I look okay then? Cause I wasn’t sure about the shirt.” Patrick jokes.

“Better than. Now go make momma proud.” Pete turns him around and slaps his ass on his way to the door.

Patrick heads toward the café feeling anxious, but not in a bad way. Because as hard as it is for him to believe, he kind of likes Jon…and not in a friend way. He reaches the door to the café in a few minutes, takes a deep breath and pushes inside. He spots Jon at a table in the back and waves at him before walking over. Jon gets up and hugs Patrick before they both sit down.

Patrick smiles. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Oh you’re not late…I was just incredibly early. I was kind of nervous so I drove at warp speed over here.”

He laughs heartily. “A Star Trek reference. I might just be in love.”

Jon simply smiles shyly. The waitress comes over then and takes their order. “So you’re a coffee and an OJ man?”

Patrick thinks for a second. “You could say that. I just figure why not cover all my bases, a hot drink if it’s cold, and a cold drink if I’m feeling warm. Plus, what breakfast is complete without OJ and coffee. I mean anything else would just be un-American.”

“I see your point.” Jon jokes. He stares down at his hands of which he has been twiddling his thumbs for the past few minutes.

“Is something wrong?” Patrick’s curiosity (nosiness) gets the better of him.

“I think I’m just nervous.”

“Why? I know for a fact that you’ve dated men before…”

“It’s not that you’re a man. It’s that you’re…you.”

“You’re going to have to give me more than that to go on Jon.”

“You make me nervous. Because I…I like you. A lot.”

Patrick grins brightly. “Gee you make it sound like the most unbearable thing in the world.”

“No! God no. You just make me nervous. I’m trying not to screw it up and here I am, screwing it up. I’m sorry…I—“

Patrick reaches across the table to grab Jon’s hand bringing his ranting to an end. “You’re not screwing up anything.”

“I’m not?” Jon said still not convinced.

“No. But if you’re so nervous how about we pretend. I’ll be Patrick and you’ll be Jon. And we’ll act like we normally do. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

“Okay. Good.”

Jon relaxes a little more settling down into his seat. They talk like they did at the party, easily and with no awkward silences. Which is odd for Jon because he tended to create a lot of awkward silences. But Patrick, well things with Patrick were just about perfect. They got up to leave Jon grabbing the check first and silencing Patrick’s protests with a simple, “I asked you Patrick. It’s my treat.”

They walk down the sidewalk, which has now grown in population since Patrick first walked to the café. They speak about everything and anything, about jobs, about bands, the people they pass. the afternoon is light and breezy, just the kind of perfect weather Patrick hopes for. He’s so deep in his own thoughts that he doesn’t notice Jon lead them into the park. He throws Jon a questioning look.

“I just thought that since the day was so nice we could enjoy more of it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Patrick grins.

Jon smiles back. “Good.”

They sit on a bench in comfortable silence until Patrick speaks up suddenly. “What do you think of those two?” Patrick points across the walkway to an older gentleman and a much younger woman. “Daughter or trophy wife?”

Jon looks over questioning. “What are you getting at?”

Patrick smirks. “Just answer the question.”

“Daughter. He’s way too old to be her husband.”

“Ah, but that is the beauty of this fine nation, a man can marry a woman much younger and way out of his league and no one questions it.” Patrick looks over to see Jon grin. “Providing that he’s very rich of course. I think it’s his wife.”

“Confident enough to bet Stump?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Five dollars.”

Patrick whistles jokingly. “Big spender.”

“That’s me.”

“…okay. Five dollars it is.”

“Deal.” Jon shakes Patrick’s hand as they wait for the pair in front of them to do something paternal or couple-y. “He brushed her hair off shoulder. Daughter.”

“Don’t get so cocky Walker. That could be either.”

“He just tapped her nose with his finger.”

“Pete does that with Hemingway…I think maybe she’s his pet.”

Jon laughs loudly. “You sir, are ridiculous.”

“And by that you mean ridiculously awesome.”

“Well of course. No need to preach to the converted.”

“Ooh. He’s cupping her cheek in his hand. Wife.”

“He could just be really affectionate.”

“Oh he is…they’re kissing.” Patrick laughs. “Now I’ve heard of kissing cousins but I’m pretty sure father/daughter is illegal…in all fifty states.

“Cute.”

“Pay up bucko.”

Jon reaches in his pocket and fishes out a crumpled bill. “You win. I bow down to the master.”

Patrick takes a small bow muttering a quick “thank you, thank you.”
Jon looks over smiling. “So…what should we do now?”

“Well…I have a few ideas.” Patrick moves closer on the bench.

“Oh. That. Well…” Jon stands up suddenly. “I don’t think…I—“

Patrick stands up as well. “Nervous again Jon? I wasn’t talking about…that. I’m not that much of a whore that I give it away on the first date.”

Jon looks puzzled and then laughs loudly. “I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah you really are. It’s a good thing you’re cute otherwise you’d be doomed.” Patrick laughs lightly.

Jon comes closer to Patrick and shakes his head slightly. “And you’re lucky I’m so attracted to you otherwise I might not take all of this teasing in stride.”

“I only tease the ones I like.”

“Good to know.” Jon brings his face even closer to Patrick’s. “I think I know one way I’d be less nervous.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, anything to cure you of your nervous tendencies. I’d of course be willing to assist in any way I can.”

“Good.” He brings his lips down on Patrick’s soft at first, exploring. Jon brings his hands up to cup Patrick’s face, deepening the kiss. Patrick moans causing Jon to smile against his lips and allow Patrick access. Their tongues collide somewhat gracelessly but neither party is affected for very long. They break apart only when it was absolutely necessary, their lungs burning in the most pleasant sense.

“Hi.” Patrick smiles at Jon.

“Hi.” Jon grins his forehead pressed to Patrick’s. “So…what should we do now?”

He grins back. “I don’t know. Still feeling nervous?”

“Maybe a little…”

“Let me help you with that.” Patrick smiles.

They spend the rest of the day together, enjoying the sunshine. They walk hand in hand; being almost so sugary sweet they even make themselves sick. After dinner Jon drives Patrick home. He gets out and walks him to the door pausing briefly.

“Goodnight.”

“…Night.” Patrick looks into Jon’s eyes. He brings his hand up behind Jon’s neck and pulls him closer his lips mingling with Jon’s. They pull apart smiling.

“Goodnight.”

“I think you said that already.”

“I think maybe you make me flustered.”

“Good.”

Jon grins. “Call you tomorrow?”

“Mhm.” Patrick kisses Jon again, lightly.

Jon backs away slowly giving Patrick a quick wave. Patrick does the same and opens the door of his apartment building grinning to himself. He opens the door to the apartment he and Pete share still smiling to himself.

Patrick turns around to see Pete sitting at the table a coffee cup in his hand. “Hey. Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah I did.”

“Good. Did you fuck him?”

“Excuse me? Wait, have you been drinking?”

“Answer the question.”

“No, Pete. We went to brunch. It doesn’t usually include sex.”

“You’ve been gone all day.”

“So.”

“So, you’ve been gone all day and you didn’t send so much as a text letting me know you were okay.”

“I think you forgot the part where you’re not my boyfriend. So you don’t really have the right to question my whereabouts. Goodnight.” Patrick takes off into his bedroom, slamming his door and locking it with an audible click.

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Again, questions, comments, concerns? Thanks.

Band fic: New York Eyes, Chicago Thighs (1/?)

2009-03-01T19:14:37Z

Title: New York Eyes, Chicago Thighs (1/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing.
Pairing: Pete/Patrick, William Beckett, Brendon/Ryan, Gabe Saporta, Jon Walker, Patrick/Jon, etc.
POV:
Summary: Patrick thinks Pete has New York eyes, sweet and haunting, and just a little glassy. But Jon thinks Patrick has Chicago thighs, weathered and wind beaten, and a little bit beautiful.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Fall Out Boy or Panic(!) at the Disco or any other band/pop culture reference I might mention. However, Patrick Stump and Jon Walker own my soul.
Author Notes: I really have no idea where the Jon/Patrick pairing came from. I realize some might not like it and I appreciate the opposition. That being said, I hope you enjoy it. This is my first bandom/band slash piece so hopefully I did everything okay. Also, this is un-beta'd.

Comments are greatly appreciated!

x-posted at: patrickxpeter, slashypunkboys, clandestinefic, and slashatthedisco.

Patrick walked up to the door of the house Ryan and Brendon shared together feeling his nerves jumble and scream under his skin.

Why am I so goddamn nervous? I know everyone here. I’m fine. Just because Pete’s finally back from his stupid European getaway or whatever doesn’t mean anything. Just because he didn’t come home first and instead came to his fabulous welcome home party doesn’t mean anything. Just because we live together and spend every waking minute together doesn’t mean…fuck. I just have to get through this night and I’ll be fine.

He took one more step up and knocked loudly on the door feeling the vibrations from the speakers under foot sinking up through the concrete. After some time Brendon finally opened up the door with an excited “Patty!” and a hug. At least someone’s glad to see me.

Soon it seemed everyone followed Brendon’s lead and Patrick received hug after hug and greeting after greeting. Judging by the odor that permeated across the room everyone had started drinking early. The last in the welcome wagon sauntered up to Patrick and smiled slyly before reaching his arms out and hugging him gently. He could feel every curve and muscle beneath Pete’s shirt, feel his heart’s steady rhythm, one so much calmer than his own right now.

They pulled back and smiled at each other. “Welcome home.” Patrick managed to spit out.

“Thanks. Missed you. Wish you could have come with me. Somehow the Louvre doesn’t look as interesting unless you’re there spouting random facts about Bottecelli paintings.”

Patrick laughed. “As if you actually went to a museum. But it’s true, I am your most cultured friend.”

“And so modest.” Pete smiled.

The boys went and sat down on the brown leather couch to catch up. Patrick had realized how much he had missed Pete, how empty their apartment felt without him there. Yeah, they live together. And no it’s not in the way that Ryan and Brendon do. And maybe Patrick didn’t really need help with the rent but it was nice having someone there. And maybe Patrick liked his little slice of domesticity more than he let on. And maybe he was in love with his best friend but that happens. And maybe Pete didn’t love him back the way Patrick wished he would but it was love all the same. And Patrick…well, he was very patient. Especially when it came to Pete.

Parties progressed as they usually do, with everyone shit-faced and dancing like they’re at a club, grinding on one another. Especially William and Gabe, they were certainly giving everyone their money’s worth. But then again they always did. Ryan and Brendon were just doing their cute couple-y dancing. In that sugary sweet way, swaying close, with eyes closed, just like middle school. Pete was out there too, in the middle somewhere swaying with the beat like he usually does, and Patrick was still sitting on the soft leather sofa, drink in hand. He notices the couch shift and someone sits down next to him. Patrick turns smiling and sees Jon smile back.

“Hey. Quite a shindig isn’t it?” Jon looks around to the streamers that have ceased to stream, they’re more or less just hanging around from the ceiling in a straight line.

“That it is.”

“So what’s up with you tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just…you haven’t seemed like yourself tonight.”

“How have I seemed?”

“I don’t know. Sad. Distant? Distracted? Another dis- word?”

Patrick laughs lightly. “Distracted maybe.”

“Well now we’re getting somewhere. And what would have you so distracted Mr. Stump?”

“A certain bassist/record company owner/fashion designer/whatever the fuck he decides to be this week.”

“Ah. It’s a Wentz sort of distraction.”

“Isn’t it usually?”

“He does have many fans.”

Patrick hums an agreement.

“Personally, I go for the lead singers.”

Patrick turns his head to stare Jon in the eyes. “Is that so?” And did Jon really just flirt? And did I really just flirt back? Wow.

“It is.” Jon smiles shyly, a nice shade of pink climbing his cheeks. “So despite the Wentz distraction, how are you?”

“Good. You?” Patrick knows he should stop this ridiculous conversation before Jon Walker seriously considers thinking about Patrick in that kind of light. Because really Patrick is a one-man kind of guy. Even if that one man doesn’t acknowledge Patrick in that way.

They speak easily for the rest of the night, easier than Patrick would have expected. And he finds everything Jon Walker has to say interesting. And Jon listens. Like really listens. And if Patrick doesn’t just preen at that fact, he beams across the couch at Jon who returns his smiles. Patrick feels light-headed and downright giddy, but it’s not from booze like everyone else. It’s from Jon-freaking-Walker.

Sweet, mild-mannered Jon Walker. There’s nothing about him that screams diva, screams ‘look at me.’ Nothing about him cries out for attention, nothing screams fame-whore. No, Jon Walker is nothing like Pete Wentz at all. The only thing they have in common is music. But really, it’s what they all have in common. Their own little dysfunctional family unit held together with music and duct tape. And really that’s all they need.

The party winds down in the usual way, with Gabe breaking something antique and made of glass and he has to be taken home and tucked in. Something that is apparently Jon’s job for tonight. As official Key-Master (and doesn’t Brendon just love Say Anything a little too much) of tonight’s festivities it’s his job to drive the drunk bus.

Everyone begins to file out of the house and onto the sidewalk so Jon gets up and begins to follow them out. He turns unexpectedly and looks at Patrick hesitantly. “I know this might be a complete waste of my time but would you maybe want to talk again? Over drinks or dinner? Coffee even.”

“Coffee sounds good.” Patrick smiles up at Jon.

Jon grins back. “Okay. Good. I’ll…I’ll call you. Tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Night Patrick.”

“Goodnight.”

Patrick smiles to himself and ducks his head shyly. Before he realizes what’s happened Brendon and Ryan have both plopped down next to him. Both stare at him knowingly.

“What?” He asks suddenly nervous.

“You and Jon huh?” Brendon asks smiling.

“No…we were just talking.”

“Uh huh. And I suppose that’s all you’re going to do over coffee. Just talk.” Ryan smirks.

“It is.”

“Go for the denial route Stump. Good plan.” Brendon pats Patrick’s leg and heads for the stairs. “I’m going to make sure everyone’s cleared out and then I’m going to bed.”

“I’ll be up in a minute.” Ryan smiles at his boyfriend and then changes his view so he’s staring directly at Patrick.

He looks away nervously. “What?”

“Don’t break his heart Patrick.”

“Who’s?”

“Jon’s you idiot.”

“As if I could.”

“You could. Very easily. Look we all know about your hero worship of Pete—“

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh don’t play dumb. You’re not very good at it.”

“It’s not hero worship. It’s…”

“Love.”

“…yeah.”

“Just promise me you won’t break his heart.”

Patrick sighs.

“Pat just promise okay?”

“I promise.”

“Good. Now go drag your boy home I think he passed out a few hours ago.”

“Yeah.” Patrick heads for the stairs and into the guest room in the back. He opens the door slowly. “Pete?”

He hears muffled moans from behind the door and cautiously looks in. He sees William wrapped around Pete’s larger frame like the whore he is, head thrown back, legs tangled in the sheets. Patrick shuts the door as quick as he can and walks out of the house into the cold air.

He walks all of the way home, head pounding out a steady rhythm corresponding to his feet on the pavement. He walks and thinks. Which has really always been his downfall, the thinking, over-analyzing. And so he stops thinking, puts in his headphones and carries on. He reaches the apartment he shares with Pete, William’s new fuck-buddy, and unlocks the door throwing his keys on the coffee table.

It really shouldn’t burn him the way it does, seeing William and Pete together. Patrick’s not and idiot he knows the illustrious stories told of Pete Wentz are true, but he’s never had to witness it first hand before. And for some reason he feels tired of the stories, the fame, tired of Pete himself, of his bullshit.

He considers calling Jon but thinks better of it. He settles for a shower instead scrubbing away tonight from his skin so he can start out shiny and new. He pulls on some pajama bottoms and crawls into bed. Pete will be home in the early morning…earlier morning Patrick thinks looking at his clock. He’ll come home and drink some water, brush his teeth, and crawl into bed with Patrick. He’ll snuggle in close and bury his head in the crook of Patrick’s neck. He’ll smell like Vodka and vanilla, and sex. But Patrick won’t turn him away, he’ll just move over and give Pete some blanket. And for the first time in a long time Patrick just considers locking his door. He doesn’t of course because it’s Pete and even though the image of Pete and William is still so fresh in his mind he’ll forgive him. He always does.

Patrick wakes up in the morning with Pete’s arm draped across his chest, his legs tangled in Pete’s. So fucking predictable. Patrick carefully removes himself from Pete’s grasp and pads to the kitchen to make pancakes. Because as predictable as Pete is, Patrick’s more predictable and no matter what happens there’s always pancakes on Sunday mornings. Pete rises as the first batch is done smiling sleepily and sitting down at the island.

“Morning sunshine.”

There’s a small grin on Patrick’s face. “Morning.” Patrick sets the first stack of pancakes on a plate for Pete and goes to pour him a cup of coffee.

Pete takes a giant gulp of coffee followed by a large bite of pancakes. “Perfect as always.”

“Glad you approve.”

Pete begins to respond when Patrick’s phone rings. He clicks it on and answers. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Jon answers back. “I wasn’t sure if I would wake you up or not.”

Patrick grins. “No I get up pretty early most days.”

“Me too.” Jon laughs nervously. “So uh…about what I said last night…”

“I’d love to. Still.”

Jon sighs his relief. “Great. I was thinking maybe we could get brunch…like now-ish? Or is that too soon? Cause if it’s too soon I could…”

“Now’s good. Meet you at Corner Café in fifteen?”

“Yeah that’d be great.”

“Okay. See you then. Bye.” Patrick hangs up with a smile.

“Who was that?” Pete questions syrup dripping from his fork.

“Jon.”

“Jon? Jon Walker?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you guys like dating?”

“No. We’re just going to brunch.”

“That’s pretty gay actually.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Oh har, har.”

“I’m going to take a shower. I have to meet him soon. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone.”

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Author's Note: Okay so yeah...let me know what you think. Questions, comments, concerns, whatever you like.

Torchwood Ficlet: Love You Till The End PG-13

2008-10-18T02:04:44Z

Title: Love You Till The End
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Jack, Owen, Gwen, Suzie.
Spoilers: Through Season 2x13 Exit Wounds.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tosh thinks back on her life at Torchwood.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: I've been listening to The Pogues a lot recently...so yeah.

x-posted at: owentosh, torchwood_fic, and deadweird.

Toshiko Sato had never been the sentimental type...well, to be honest she had always been the sentimental type but she hid it well. And the people she cared about most in the world surrounded her every day. She never had much family to speak of, never had many friends, never had much time. She pushed through school, graduating early, going on to university, graduating with honors and degrees upon degrees. She had wasted her best years in the library with nothing but musty old books for comfort. And then Torchwood happened.

He was her guardian angel, greatcoat billowing out from him as he stood illuminated in the doorway of her cell. God he had been pretentious even then, even rescuing her from jail. But to her he'd always be her angel, her savior, the best boss she had ever had. He took her from the worst possible scenario and gave her a purpose. He gave them all a purpose.

She was the first hire for the new Torchwood 3, Jack's Torchwood. That's how she always thought of it, like they couldn't exist without one another. Jack was Torchwood and Torchwood was Jack. And then he left to go find his doctor and suddenly it wasn't Jack's Torchwood anymore. It was Gwen's, and Owen's, and Ianto's, and even hers. It belonged to them and they belonged to it.

Owen was the next to be hired. He had walked in his first day all scowls and demands. He called Tosh the secretary. As if. And just to show him who she was she had frozen all of his accounts. No credit cards, no cash, nothing. He had returned the following day carrying two cups of coffee. He set one down on her desk without a word and sauntered down to the medical bay. It was on that day that Toshiko had decided that 1) she was absolutely infatuated with Owen Harper and 2) that victory coffee did indeed taste sweeter.

Ianto had followed after Owen all sharp suits and sweet smiles. Tosh had instantly taken him under her wing. They would talk about anything and everything during their early morning rituals. And they always had movie nights. They'd curl up on Tosh's couch and watch old movies until the early morning. Then Ianto would kiss her forehead and walk home in solitude. She always thought he was too young to always be so sad and alone.

Last but not least, there was Gwen. Tosh had been leery of her from the beginning because their little group had been working out so well. The four of them worked well together and although Tosh hated to admit it, Gwen did add something to the team. Her humility, her bubbly personality, her heart. Gwen gave their team the added something extra that made them all human again, made them all feel and understand better than they ever had.

And Suzie of course. How could she have forgotten Suzie? Suzie who now resides in the Torchwood cryogenics unit, where she'll be soon. They'll put her in the freezer, tell what little family she has left that there was an accident, tell them that her body wasn't recovered, and then they'll put her whole big life into one teeny, tiny box. Not enough box to hold all of her memories, all of her thoughts, her ideas, her inventions. A box can't tell you that a person built an entire impenitrible security system for a top secret alien hunting organization, and it sure has hell can't tell you that with all of her knowledge and all of her wit that she couldn't save the man she loved. A box can't tell you any of that, but that's all she is now.

And Owen. Oh God Owen. Tosh blinks back the tears. I'm sorry. I...I couldn't save you and I am so sorry. God I love you. I know you probably get tired of hearing that but I do. Always have.

She said her final goodbyes to the one person who she had loved, truly, with whole heart. And then there was Jack. Her guardian angel, her savior, her everything. He held her, mumbled that it would be okay. Even as the words left his mouth he didn't believe them, that's okay though, because she didn't either. She looked up into his tear streaked face and smiled, she was going home. And when she arrives there'd be Owen and Suzie. And one day, a day far from now there'd be Gwen and her Ianto. And maybe, just maybe one day there'd be Jack. Her guardian angel, her savior, her everything.

The End.

Torchwood Fic: Here's to The Meantime (5/5) Part 2

2008-10-06T23:17:10Z

Title: Here's To The Meantime 5/5) Part Two
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Captain John Hart, Gwen/Rhys, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith.
Spoilers: Through TW Season 2.13 Exit Wounds as well as DW 4.13 Journey's End.
Rating: R just to be on the safe side? Maybe M for mature for this one? Not sure.
Summary: Jack leaves Torchwood for The Doctor...again. And Captain John has so graciously decided to lend his help while Jack is away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: This story kind of came at me begging to be written. Originally the other illustrious Captain wasn't going to make an appearance...however, my plans obviously changed. I just can't help but enjoy the relationship between our little Eye Candy and the Captain(s).

*unbeta'd

**This is the last one I'm afraid. Hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it. Thanks to everyone who's commented, it means more than you can imagine.

***Also sorry it gets kind of emo towards the end for a bit. Anyway, hope you like it!

Part One: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8464.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8863.html#cutid1
Part Three: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/9063.html#cutid1
Part Four: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/9382.html#cutid1
Part Five(A): http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/9479.html#cutid1

x-posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

Ianto shuffles into his flat his ever-growing headache seeming to dull slightly in the silence. He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger and sighs deeply. A break from the Captains he left behind at the hub is all he needs. A nice long shower to wash away the grime of the day and soothe his aching muscles. He loosens the tie from around his neck and begins to unbutton his shirt as he heads towards the bathroom. He starts up the shower and lets the steam clear his mind for the decision he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would have to make.

*

John and Jack race down the street from the hub, both men running at full speed. John's in the lead but Jack catches up with him as he rounds a corner and tugs on his coat throwing John to the ground. He recovers quickly catching up with Jack and rips the greatcoat from his shoulders chucking it behind him. Jack glares but retraces his steps to pick up his beloved coat from the rain-soaked streets. John's lungs burn pleasantly and he smiles to himself. He thinks of the look on Jack's face when Ianto chooses him over Jack. Actually he'd love to freeze that moment and enjoy the shock on the older man's face forever. He'd only take pleasure in Jack's pain. That'll show you. That's what you get. You always leave Jack and you always expect that gorgeous man to be waiting for you. Well he won't wait anymore. And I'll never leave him.

Jack keeps up with John fairly easily. Only thrown off by a few seconds because of the coat throwing incident. Remind me to kill that son of a bitch later. For the coat and for trying to steal Ianto. Oh God Ianto. Please don't leave. Please don't choose him. Just love me. Only me. Jack catches up with John a block from Ianto's apartment and shoves at him slightly. John only shoves back harder. Jack fumbles but regains his footing before he hits the pavement. He keeps running and breathes a sigh of relief when they reach Ianto's building. Ianto will buzz him inside no problem. He can push John out of the way and scramble inside. As they approach the steps Jack sees John veer down the alley between Ianto's building and the one next door. Good luck getting in genius. This might be easier than I thought.

John chuckles slightly at the Captain's confused face. Poor sap. It's almost too easy.

Jack frantically hits the button for Ianto's apartment and waits for him to pick up. "Shit!" He yells too loudly. He punches the first button he sees and waits for a reply. A tired hello is issued. "Hi! Hey. Can you buzz me in? I forgot my keys."

"Gary?" The voice replies. "Really? Again? I told you to get a lanyard for your keys. Keep them around your neck. I mean seriously."

"Yeah I know. I'll look into that just please buzz me in!"

"Fine whatever. This is the last time."

Jack throws open the door with such vigor that it bangs against the metal loudly and shuts with a loud bang. He heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He notices a flash of red a few flights ahead of him. You have got to be fucking kidding me! Jack rushes his pace, flying up steps getting closer to John with every step. He sees John reach Ianto's floor first but Jack speeds over the last few steps and leaps out catching John's ankle with his right hand and trips him. He hears a satisfying smack as John hits the carpet. He starts to get up but feels a sharp kick to his left cheek and falls back to the floor again. John gets up and starts to unlock the door. Wait a second, he has a key? I don't even have a key! John shuts the door with a final smirk in Jack's direction. Jack hears the loud click of the lock and the definite scraping metal of the deadbolt. Jack regains his composure, getting up and smoothing out his jacket. He stares at the door as if he can will it open and instead takes a seat on the carpet and waits.

*

Ianto hears a crash outside his door as he steps out of the shower. He quickly wraps a towel around himself and heads towards the noise. He stops suddenly as he sees John leaning against his door grinning. Ianto takes in his bloodied face, his discheveled appearance and his breathlessness.

Ianto steps closer concern washing over his face. "Are you okay?"

John smirks and runs his eyes over Ianto's half-naked body. "Getting better. It'd be even better if you'd lose the towel but all in due time I guess. Miss me?"

"Let's get you cleaned up."

"Why? Just going to get dirty again anyway." John grins suggestively.

"John you could be hurt. Now where does it hurt the most?"

"Ooh how forward of you. Does this mean that you're going to be the nurse this time?"

"John I'm serious."

"So aren't I. Although it's hard for me to take you seriously when all you're wearing is a smile."

"I'm in towel."

"Not for long." John slides towards Ianto's place on the couch. "Make me better Nurse Eye Candy? It hurts so very much." John puts on his best pitiful voice. He slowly undoes the towel around Ianto's waist and grins. He runs his hands down Ianto's smooth chest causing the younger man to release soft moans and cries.

"Bed. Now." Ianto orders.

"Ooh I love it when you're forceful."

"Now." Ianto growls much to John's delight.

*

Ianto wakes a few short hours later, limbs tangled in the sheets. He looks next to him at John's sleeping figure and gets up slowly so he doesn't wake him. Ianto gets dressed silently and steps out of the apartment letting it shut with a quiet click. He turns around to see Jack asleep sitting against the bannister of his stairs. Ianto lets out a little sigh and scoots down to nudge the Captain slightly.

"Jack. Jack wake up."

"Mmm. Ianto?" Jack opens one eye and smiles. "Hi."

"Hi. C'mon let's get you home."

Jack grins and allows Ianto to drag him up from the floor. "I missed you."

"I know."

Both men go to the elevator and wait as it reaches their floor. They step in and Ianto keeps his gaze glued to his shoes as Jack stares at him.

"Ianto."

"Please Jack. Not here. Just...just wait until we get to the hub."

The Captain slumps back against the metal wall of the lift and sighs deeply. There were so many things he had to say to Ianto, so many questions to ask him. Jack thinks of reaching out for Ianto's hand as the doors open on the ground floor but thinks better of it. They drive back to the hub in Ianto's car in silence, a silence that pains both men. Ianto used to love driving anywhere with Jack. He'd always crack jokes, tell his outlandish stories, be his usual self. Ianto knows he should say something about Jack being so quiet but Ianto had told him not to say anything until they go to the hub. He was only respecting his wishes so he stayed silent.

They pull up the tourist office a short time later and Ianto gets out of the car slowly breathing in and out deeply trying to keep his composure. Jack looks over at the younger man eyes full of concern. Please don't look at me like that Jack. I don't deserve it, don't deserve you. God I'm such an idiot.

They reach the couch below and crash onto it, Ianto at one end, Jack at the other. Ianto looks straight ahead eyes sad, Jack focuses only on Ianto.

"Ianto?"

The younger man looks up to his Captain and gives a weak smile tears already starting to form behind his eyes. Jack shifts closer to Ianto on the couch and wraps his arms around him placing tiny kisses over every available inch of him.

"Don't comfort me Jack. I don't deserve it. Don't deserve you." His words echo his earlier thoughts.

"Of course you do. God Ianto I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. You are amazing. You keep everyone around here going. I couldn't have gotten through what happened with Tosh and Owen without you. I have wanted to give up so many times but I didn't. I'd think of you and I'd keep going. Fighting for you. Only for you."

"God I am a horrible person."

Jack pulls back and brushes Ianto's lips lightly. "Don't say that."

"It's true. The second you leave I go and shack up with your ex. What kind of person does that? How can you even stand to look at me right now?"

"Because I love you. We overlook a lot of things for the person we love. You should know that better than anyone."

Ianto looks up questioningly.

"You've put up with more of my flaws, my hang-ups, my everything than I could ever imagine. You always forgive me. You're amazing."

"I slept with him. Tonight. He came home and he smiled at me and cracked jokes. And I thought...thought that he could make me better. Keep me from feeling so irrevocably fucked up." Ianto laughs at himself. "I only made things worse."

"We all do things we're not proud of."

"I wasn't thinking. I mean you left and he walked in. All smiles and confidence and I thought that maybe having a piece of you here...even just a weird, little, horribly messed up piece of you would be better than having none of you around. Gwen was so pissed when she found out I hired him."

"That's my girl."

Ianto smiles. "I just missed you. And I didn't think about the consequences."

"You said you loved him."

"I think I loved what he represented. Loved how he made me feel. Like I wasn't damaged somehow. You're so heroic and larger than life sometimes Jack, it's hard to live up to your expectations sometimes."

"Ianto I...You don't have to live up to anything. You know I love you. Just as you are. Well...more naked is usually better but mostly just as you are."

"But you don't understand. I have to be something more than you expect because otherwise I feel worthless next to you. Unworthy of your love, your time, your attention. I keep waiting for the moment you turn around and realize I was never worthy of you."

"That is not going to happen. Ever. I love you. There is no going back from that Ianto. That's forever. In my case probably literally." Jack chuckles lightly. "You mean everything to me. God I wanted to kill John today. Not just because he was kissing you, touching you. But because you said you loved him. And that meant that uh...meant he could take you from me. And that though terrifies me. Because I don't know what I'd do without you. And I know that one day you'll leave...leave Torchwood, leave me. I know that but uh...I just didn't want to lose you now, so soon."

Ianto cups Jack's face in his hands. "You know that I'm in this for the long haul right? I'm not leaving you Jack. I couldn't even if I tried. You have me forever. As long as I am still breathing, I'm yours. You know that don't you?"

Jack finally gives in and allows himself to cry. Every carefully constructed wall he ever put up was knocked down be two words from his gorgeous Welshman. I'm yours. That was all it took. Such simple words from a complicated man. Jack swipes at the tears and kisses Ianto with everything he has, with every fiber of his being. Ianto reciprocates kissing Jack deeply. God I missed you.

*

Jack and Ianto lay snuggled up on the couch holding each other close Jack gently rubbing circles into Ianto's back who lays content in Jack's arms half-asleep.

"Ianto?"

"Mmm."

"Why don't I have a key?"

"A what?"

"A key. To your flat?"

Ianto lifts his head up to stare into Jack's eyes. He reaches into pocket for his set of keys and pulls out an extra key ring. A single silver key dangles from a coffee cup key chain. He hands Jack the key who takes it eyes searching.

"I had it made a long time ago. Just never had the courage to give it to you."

"Why not?"

"Wasn't sure if you'd laugh in my face or consider it an open ended booty call."

Jack looks down at Ianto his face a little pained. "Glad you think so highly of me."

"Jack. You know I do. I was just scared. I wasn't sure if you wanted us to ever go to that level. Wasn't sure if you wanted more than--"

"A booty call?"

"Well...yeah."

"Being completely honest I never expected to fall in love with you. You were just--"

"The eye candy?" Ianto offers.

Jack laughs. "Something like that. You'll have to talk to him you know."

"I know. And I will, tomorrow."

"Why wait?" John steps out from behind Gwen's workstation. "Figuring out a way to let me down easy hmm? Jack could give you tips for that."

Ianto gets up from the couch. "John."

"It's fine. I get it. The Jack factor."

"Can we talk?" Ianto leads John to his office shutting the door behind them.

John leans against Ianto's desk arms crossed, glaring at Ianto.

Ianto makes a move to put a hand on his shoulder. And John gives him a "don't even think about it" face. Ianto recoils as if he's been slapped.

"I'm sorry."

"Is that all you can say?" John laughs bitterly. "All you've done is complain about how he doesn't treat you with respect, how he always leaves you. And now you're what, going to go crawling back to him?"

"We talked. We got everything out in the open. We're both going to change."

"You're probably the most pitiful lap dog I've ever seen. Bet you just couldn't wait for master to get home. So what does that make me? The new toy you pick up for the first two weeks and shuck as soon as you're done with it? You know what, you and Jack are perfect for each other. You both use people shamelessly."

Ianto steps closer hurt. "John."

"Did you even really care? God I believed you. Guess that makes me the fool this time, right? Goody on you for making me believe you. Guess every whispered I love you between fucks meant nothing."

"I do care about you John."

"Oh well isn't that a comfort. Guess I can leave knowing that while you're going back to our heartless ex that you really did care."

"What do you want me to say? I love him John. I can't live without him. What's going to make you feel better? Want me to lie? Want me say that I can stand to have him move on? Because I can't."

"Neither can I!" John yells. "He left me and I had to survive knowing that I wasn't good enough. So what makes you good enough for him huh? Because I thought we had everything. Thought he and I would take over the world. Claim everything as ours. We had everything we needed in that time loop. At least that's what I thought."

"I don't know why he does the things he does. Or why he chose me. You think I don't ask myself that? Because I know I'm not good enough okay. I get that."

John lets down his guard and scoops Ianto into his arms. "God you make it impossible for me to be angry at you. You're so self-depricating it's annoying."

Ianto laughs into John's neck. "I really am sorry."

"I know. That somehow makes it worse. If you didn't care so damn much then I could hate you easier. Fucking bastard."

Ianto lifts his head up and runs a hand through John's hair. "He still cares too."

"Sure he does."

"Jack only gets that pissed off when two men he loves make out when he's not invited. You should have seen how angry he got when I kissed the Doctor. Wouldn't talk to me for days. It was kind of nice actually."

John chuckles. "I hate you sometimes."

"I know. I hate you too."

John grabs Ianto's face and brings it to his and kisses him deeply. Unlike all of his other kisses they're not soft and exploring, they're harsh and biting. It's like John knows this will be the last time and has to taste Ianto thoroughly because he's never going to get the chance again. They break apart too quickly for either man's liking and grin at each other. They walk out of the office hands clasped tightly.

Jack stands eyeing them cautiously. "What, no bloodshed?"

Ianto looks over at John. "Nope. See, grown-ups talk without using their fists."

"Now where's the fun in that?" Jack grins. "John can we talk?"

"With or without fists?"

"Without preferably. I just wanted to offer you a job."

John looks over at Ianto. "I already have one thanks. Got an amazing boss too."

Jack looks towards Ianto. "You okay with him staying?"

"Yeah." Ianto glances towards Jack and grins his assurance. "Now I suggest you get to work Jack. There's a lot of work to get done since the old boss left. I believe Myfanwy needs to be fed, isn't that right John?"

"I believe it is yes. Seems that she hasn't been fed for a bit. Bet she's mighty hungry, better get a move on Captain." John throws behind his shoulder as he and Ianto head to the kitchenette for coffee.

"Oh sure no problem. I'll just do everything myself. I'm only the boss!!!"

Ianto just waves his hand at Jack and laughs at something John said.

"See if I ever go away again." Jack huffs heading up the stairs to feed Myfanwy.

The End.

Torchwood Fic: Here's to The Meantime (5/5) Part 1

2008-10-01T14:25:43Z

Title: Here's To The Meantime 5/5)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Captain John Hart, Gwen/Rhys, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith.
Spoilers: Through TW Season 2.13 Exit Wounds as well as DW 4.13 Journey's End.
Rating: R just to be on the safe side? Maybe M for mature for this one? Not sure.
Summary: Jack leaves Torchwood for The Doctor...again. And Captain John has so graciously decided to lend his help while Jack is away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: This story kind of came at me begging to be written. Originally the other illustrious Captain wasn't going to make an appearance...however, my plans obviously changed. I just can't help but enjoy the relationship between our little Eye Candy and the Captain(s).

*unbeta'd

**This is the first part of the last chapter in the series. Hope you've enjoyed reading it!

***I hope to have the 2nd part up this weekend. Things with school have been crazy as usual but I thought you guys might like to take a look at it.

Part One: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8464.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8863.html#cutid1
Part Three: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/9063.html#cutid1
Part Four: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/9382.html#cutid1

x-posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

Ianto stood between Jack and John his normally calm exterior flushed with anger. "Stop. Now."

"Move." Jack glares at the now hunched over John.

"No."

"It's okay gorgeous. This is how Jack deals. C'mon then Captain. Is that all you've got?"

Jack moves around Ianto and plants a right hook to John's eye. John stumbles but regains his footing and hits Jack squarely in the stomach. Jack doubles over and lets out a breath. John knees Jack in the nose, and Ianto hears another crack of breaking bones. Jack fixes his nose back into place, spits out some blood, and tackles John to the cement floor landing punch after punch on John's face. Jack pours out every emotion in his never-ending blows to John. Every punch is an apology to the gorgeous Welshman he's left behind.

I'm sorry. Crack. I never meant to hurt you. Snap. I love you, please forgive me. Break.

John regains his footing and rolls over slamming Jack's head into the ground. He gets in a series of blows that leave Jack's perfect face covered in red. He grins a little. God it's been a while since I've fought over a man. I forgot how good it feels. John stands and delivers a few swift kicks to Jack's ribs. Ooh those will be sore tomorrow. He kicks one more time. That's for leaving that amazing man, repeatedly. And again. That's for making him feel worthless. One more kick and John can hear Jack's ribs shatter beneath his boot. And that's for leaving me.

John backs off waiting for Jack to get to his feet. He does so slowly and with less fervor and anger than he started out with. John plants a roundhouse kick to Jack's jaw causing the Captain to spit out a some blood before going back to his assault. Both men are so wrapped up in their fight that they don't notice Ianto walking away.

What the hell is wrong with me? How could I have let it get this far? How could I do this to them? Ianto rushes outside into the dank Cardiff streets. Every raindrop that hits his skin calms and soothes. It's almost if the rain is welcoming him home.

*

Jack swings at John again his knuckles colliding with their target. John lurches back wiping the blood away from his swollen lip. He lands a perfect uppercut to Jack's chin causing the larger man to stumble back against the brick wall. John delivers a series of punches to Jack's gut causing him to double over in pain. Once again John backs off waiting for the Captain to regain his breath.

Jack still doubled over lets out an exhausted breath. "Temporary truce?"

John sighs slowly. "Thought you'd never ask." Both men slump to the floor checking their wounds. John takes a cloth out of his pocket and hands it Jack. He accepts and wipes most of the blood off of his face. He hands the soiled cloth back to John who pats his swollen lips absentmindedly.

Jack's the first to speak. "You don't deserve him."

John laughs coldly and shakes his head. "What, and you think you do?"

"Of course. He's on my team, I've saved his life, he's saved mine. We'll always have each other's backs. He'll always love me."

"And what about you Jack? Hmm? Will you always love him? Or will you move on again? Because there will be a day when he won't put up with your shit anymore. A day when he grows old without you. A day when he'll die. Will you still love him then Jack?"

Jack lets in a slow breath. He begins to open his mouth and shuts it again promptly.

"Yeah that's what I thought." John wipes some dried blood from his nose.

"He'll never love you the way he loves me. And somewhere in the back of your mind you know that."

"Maybe not Jack. But I can love him a whole hell of a lot better than you can."

"What about when you get tired of being domesticated hmm? You think he'll understand you going out and finding some hot young thing to remind you of the good life? You think he'll take you back?"

"He always takes you back doesn't he?"

John's words pierce Jack's carefully constructed armor with scary accuracy. He knows that he hasn't always treated Ianto as well as he should have. Never appreciated the little things he did that made Jack's life that much easier for him. Never understood that Ianto's heart would break a little every time Jack left him alone. In his mind Ianto was the perfect little soldier.

"I'm an idiot."

"You'll get no argument here."

"To be fair you're an idiot too. What the hell did you think you were doing getting involved with him.?"

"I was thinking here's an amazingly smart, gorgeous man who's severely under appreciated."

"So what you decided you needed to be the one to appreciate him?"

"Someone had to." John glares back at Jack. "It's not like I planned to love him Jack. Just like I didn't plan to love you."

Jack smiles lightly. "He kind of makes you love him doesn't he? God I didn't want to love him but eventually he just wins you over."

"It's the accent." John reasons.

Jack lets out a hearty laugh. "Gotta love those Welsh vowels."

"Mmm. Speaking of, where is Eye Candy?"

Both Jack and John look around expecting to see a perfectly immaculate Ianto standing against one of the walls grinning like mad. They're only greeted with cold brick walls and Janet's bared teeth. Both men get up slowly clutching their bruised midsections and make their way up the hub. All they hear are the hum of the computers and a faint cry from Myfanwy above them. They turn to each other and break off at a run towards the door.

Torchwood Fic: Here's To The Meantime (4/5)

2008-09-27T05:39:18Z

Title: Here's To The Meantime 4/5)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Captain John Hart, Gwen/Rhys, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith
Spoilers: Through TW Season 2.13 Exit Wounds as well as DW 4.13 Journey's End.
Rating: R just to be on the safe side? Maybe M for mature for this one? Not sure.
Summary: Jack leaves Torchwood for The Doctor...again. And Captain John has so graciously decided to lend his help while Jack is away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: This story kind of came at me begging to be written. Originally the other illustrious Captain wasn't going to make an appearance...however, my plans obviously changed. I just can't help but enjoy the relationship between our little Eye Candy and the Captain(s).

*un-beta'd

**Only one part left after this. Hopefully that will be up soon. Enjoy!

Part One: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8464.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8863.html#cutid1
Part Three: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/9063.html#cutid1

x-posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee

Ianto awoke to the first rays of sun blinking through the curtains. He turned over to find that John was already up. He stretched lazily and left the warmth of the bed. He walks to the kitchen and leans against the doorway. Just as he had that first morning, John was making breakfast. He was concentrating very hard on something sweet smelling coming from the frying pan in front of him. Ianto found it incredibly adorable.

"Looks like being the wife has its upsides."

John turns to where Ianto is standing and smiles. "Jack always was a rubbish cook. And if we intended to survive those five years I had to learn fast. Not like there was much else to do in a time loop anyway."

Ianto grins and heads over to the stove. He wraps his arms around John and kisses his bare shoulder lightly. "Thank you."

"Why the gratitude? You haven't even tasted the crepes yet."

"It's not about the breakfast. I just...I've been kind of--"

"A bitch?" John offers.

Ianto laughs. "Something like that. I just wanted to thank you for putting up with me."

"You're not the only person he's left you know. We could have talked about it."

"I know."

"At least he comes back to you."

Ianto senses the sadness in John's tone. He'd almost forgotten how much Jack leaving had hurt him. Almost. Ianto wasn't the only one in pain. Wasn't the only one who had lost the Captain. There were hundreds, possibly thousands of people just like them all across the universe yearning for the one man who would never give his heart away.

"Yeah he comes back. Just so he can leave again, whenever the Doctor comes calling."

John turns in Ianto's arms. Brushes his sleep mussed hair back and cradles the back of his neck. "He's an idiot to leave you. Especially for someone who will never love him the way you can." John pulls Ianto to him and kisses his lips softly, comfortingly.

Ianto rests his forehead against John's. "I don't want to love him you know."

The Captain chuckles. "I know. No one ever does."

"I used to have a nice, stable life."

"We all did. And then we met Jack."

"And now that life before seems--"

"Inadequate."

"Exactly."

"That's the Jack factor for you."

It felt good to talk about it, about Jack. It didn't hurt as much, Ianto didn't feel the dull ache in his chest where Jack used to be. Being able to commiserate with John helped. He felt almost normal in his insane need for Jack. John had been there, he understood. And sometimes that's all someone needs, a person who can understand what they're going through.

* * *

John had been at Torchwood for over a month and he was settling in nicely. He (almost) never hit on Gwen, and in turn Gwen (almost) never slapped him. He had of course earned the title of Ianto's bitch...well namely Gwen had bestowed that name upon him after she found them together playing a game of naked tag one night after work. Gwen didn't always have the best timing. At least that hadn't changed. They still hunted weevils, they still drank copious amounts of coffee and they still saved Cardiff from an untimely demise. Things were pretty much back to normal. The Jack-shaped space in the hub was slowly getting less and less noticeable. Ianto could actually go into the Captain's quarters without feeling a hollow pang in his chest. And John had adapted nicely to do whatever was needed in the hub. Everything was as close to normal as it ever got around Torchwood.

* * *

"Iantooo."

"John." Ianto says his voice flat.

"C'mon Ianto please let me out. She's going to wake up any minute."

"You should have thought of that before."

"Ianto Jones if you don't let me out of here I'll--"

"You'll what? Try to grope me during the morning debriefing again?"

"Oh come on. That was a total accident. My hand happened to graze your ass. Big deal. And the title is very misleading. Sorry to think that actual de-briefing was going to happen."

"Enjoy your time with Janet, Captain. I'll be back in an hour or so." Ianto takes out his stopwatch and clicks the timer.

Cheeky bugger. John thinks hands pressed to the glass enjoying the view as Ianto walks away. He is so going to pay for this later.

Ianto walks up the stairs from the cells and grins to himself.

"Well I knew you'd be happy to see me, but I didn't think you'd be that happy."

Ianto whips around to see Jack and Gwen sitting by her workstation big smiles plastered on both of their faces.

"Jack."

He flashes Ianto his patented grin. "Hey gorgeous. You miss me?"

Ianto's frozen at the top of the stairs. "I'll be right back." Ianto races down the stairs from which he had come.

Jack turns back around to face Gwen. "Is he okay?"

Gwen tries to hide her smile. "Fine. He's just...fine. I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back later. Take it easy on the boy okay? He didn't know any better."

"Oh...kay."

Ianto rushes down the stairs double-time. He reaches the cells a second later and stops to catch his breath. There's a newfound pressure on his chest restricting his breathing. He grips the brick wall to steady himself but he fails miserably and ends up slumped on the floor. Ianto hears a clamor off to his right and he knows which cell it came from. He manages to get up off the floor and walk over to the front of Janet's cell.

"Give up already? Eye Candy I'm disappointed. I expected you to hold out at least a little longer." John grins through the plexiglass window. He notices Ianto's shallow breathing and his face changes from amusement to concern. "Ianto? Yan, are you okay? Oh shit. Ianto honey you gotta get me out of here so I can help you."

Ianto reaches in his coat pocket and types a code into the remote that controls the cells. John rushes out of Janet's holding cell and to Ianto's side.

"It's okay, I'm here. What's wrong? Can you breathe? Take a deep breath for me Ianto okay. You gotta take it easy and calm down."

Ianto breathes in slowly, holding onto John's arms to steady him. John's hands are holding Ianto's face in his hands, his eyes searching Ianto's for a sign that he's okay. "Jack." Ianto lets out a strangled breath.

"Jack? Jack what?"

"He's here. Jack's here. What am I going to tell him?"

"Hey. Calm down okay. It's all right. He doesn't own you okay. You can do whatever you want, see whoever you please, and you don't need to explain a damn thing."

Ianto looks into John's calm eyes as his breathing becomes more stable. If Jack could make out, sleep, or time travel with anyone he so chooses then so could Ianto. Ianto runs his hand through John's thick hair and brings him in closer for a kiss. It's amazing just how quick it was to develop feelings for John. It was like he woke up one morning and saw a whole new person standing in front of him.

Oh God this boy will be the death of me. John moans into the kiss and grips Ianto tighter, hands roaming everywhere.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!" Jack yells, voice echoing off the walls.

John pulls back from Ianto moving his hand to grip the younger man's reassuringly. He turns his attention to the very pissed off Jack standing by the door. "Well hello Captain. Nice of you to come back. How was the Doctor?"

Jack stands silently fuming for several seconds. Ianto thinks it feels more like hours. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He repeats fists clenched.

"Jack I--"

Jack stares at Ianto icily. "I'll deal with you later. Now I'm going to ask you one more time, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Jack calm down. Please." Ianto pleads.

"How could you? With him? You hate him." Jack looks devastated.

"I don't know Jack, it just happened."

"Just happened? What you just happened to accidentally fuck him?" His tone drips with sarcasm. "What were you just waiting until I turned my back before you ran out and found the nearest person to shag?"

"Hey!" John steps in front of Ianto protectively. "You don't get to talk to him like that. Understand?"

"Oh! Oh this is rich. So what you're coming to his rescue now?"

"Yeah I fucking am."

"I cannot even believe this! Honestly Ianto you can't tell me you have any feelings for him at all. Of course you don't. John's the love him and leave him type."

John clenches his fists tightly his nails creating little half moon shapes in his palm. He starts to speak again when he feels Ianto move out from behind him.

"How dare you. You have no right to judge either of us. You're the one who always leaves Jack, remember? It's fine for you to go off and do God knows what with the Doctor but I find someone to be with while you're gone and suddenly I'm the one at fault. I pictured you as a lot of things Jack but a hypocrite wasn't one of them."

Jack stares at Ianto in disbelief. "So what, you love him now?"

Ianto stares back. "Yeah. I do."

John looks up into Ianto's eyes and tries not to let hope cloud his senses. "You do?"

"Yes."

John smiles slowly and squeezes Ianto's hand again. "I love you too."

Both men are too busy grinning like idiots to notice Jack's fist come towards them. Ianto hears the sharp crack of bones breaking as Jack's fist makes contact with John's nose. Jack stands breathing ragged as he prepares to strike the Captain again. Jack's never wanted to hit someone so badly in his entire life. He could almost accept Ianto and John sleeping together...actually he's pictured that many times himself. But the two of them in love? There's nothing worse than seeing the man you love admit that he loves someone else. But Jack will feel a whole lot better once he kicks the shit out of John Fucking Hart. And Ianto...well he's not sure if he wants to give Ianto a good jab or kiss him. The biggest part of Jack wants to grab ahold of Ianto and apologize in fifty different ways, beg and plead for forgiveness, kiss everything better.

Torchwood Fic: Here's To The Meantime (3/?)

2008-09-20T16:45:51Z

Title: Here's To The Meantime (3/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Capt. John Hart.
Spoilers: Through TW Season 2.13 Exit Wounds as well as DW 4.13 Journey's End.
Rating: R just to be on the safe side? Maybe M for mature for this one? Not sure.
Summary: Jack leaves Torchwood for The Doctor...again. And Captain John has so graciously decided to lend his help while Jack is away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: This story kind of came at me begging to be written. Originally the other illustrious Captain wasn't going to make an appearance...however, my plans obviously changed. I just can't help but enjoy the relationship between our little Eye Candy and the Captain(s).

*also, I thought I should share that when I use alien ecstacy my friend thought I should have put in extraterrestracy - a combination of extraterrestrial and ecstacy. Just a fun extra bit I thought you might enjoy. And who knows, I might still use it. Lol.

**and as always, it's unbeta'd.

***sorry this took so long but I hope you like it!

Part One: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8464.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8863.html#cutid1

x- posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

"Ianto stop this right now. It's not funny."

John hears giggles from somewhere above him and tries to locate the sound. Damn the teaboy for being so crafty and good at hide and go seek. Of course John hadn't actually intended to play hide and go seek tonight of all nights. It seems alien ecstasy makes Eye Candy very giddy and child like. John turns around again just in time to see an expensive suit fly by. Both men land with a thud on the concrete floor.

"Son of a bitch!" John rubs the back of his head gingerly. "What the hell is your problem?"

Ianto laughs. "Tag you're it." Ianto starts to get up but John rolls Ianto to the floor causing the younger man to let out yet another series of giggles.

"Oh no you don't. No tag, no hide and seek. You my friend need sleepy time. Now are you going to go quietly or do I need to take you by force?"

He lets out another snigger but quickly changes his expression to a serious one. Ianto nods his head and stares into Johns eyes dazedly.

"Good." John leans back slightly and prepares to get up when Ianto overpowers him causing the Captain's head to slam into the floor once again. "Bloody hell."

The younger man laughs deeply and gazes down at John vacantly. Ianto's eyes flash with desire and John wonders if he should stop what's going to happen next. Fuck it, he won't remember it in the morning. A part of John goes sad at that realization as Ianto lowers his head, achingly slow and meets John's lips. The kiss is messy and warm, it tastes like vanilla and cinnamon and anything and everything that John could have wanted. And damn if Jack didn't teach the teaboy well. Eye Candy rubs down against the Captain and John moans into the kiss. They break apart after some time panting heavily.

Ianto stares down at John again and grins. "I win." Eye Candy leans back down and captures John's lips with his own pushing harder than the first time. John rubs up into Ianto. God he fells good. Solid, warm, amazing. John devours Ianto's mouth greedily and grabs his hips so hard he's sure there will be bruises gracing creamy white thighs tomorrow. But at this point John doesn't care and the way Ianto is reciprocating he doesn't think he'll mind either.

Eye Candy pulls back and John notices his eyes have darkened with lust. Ianto slowly runs his hands over John's chest feeling every muscle respond to his touch. He tilts his head to the side as if considering something before he rips John's pathetic excuse for a t-shirt into shreds. If John wasn't enjoying this whole display as much as he was he might have scolded Ianto for ruining his shirt. But then the teaboy kisses, licks, and nips his way down from John's neck to the waistband of his constricting jeans.

Fuck that feels good. Oh you are glorious aren't you. Poor little Eye Candy wasting all of his talents on a man that will move on the next thing before you know it. I won't leave you behind Ianto Jones, not the way he did...Oh God yes right there.

Part of the Captain knows he should stop Ianto's roaming hands, clever mouth, stop what's going to happen. The other part wants to shag him senseless and worship at the alter of Jones all night long. Well let's just say that John's clear headed conscious won the argument. John clasps Ianto's hands stopping their exploring, he brings Ianto's face to his own and kisses him sweet and slow. He runs a hand through the wild brown mop and puts Ianto to sleep.

Okay so maybe using the Theodoran Sleep Hold was a bit...wrong. But it did the trick, Eye Candy was out like a light. The only problem was getting the sleeping form splayed out on the concrete floor to a suitable bed for the night. John managed to half drag, half carry Ianto down into Jack's room and slip him in between the sheets. With a final kiss to his forehead John climbs the ladder and lays down on the old couch eyes shutting almost instantly. Turning down what promised to be the best shag of your life tends to take a lot out of you. John's breathing becomes even and soft as Torchwood monitors hum lightly in the background.

* * *

Ianto wakes to the pounding beat inside his head, tries to stand and fails miserably. What the hell happened last night? Ianto hasn't felt this hungover since university. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stares at his surroundings. He's is Jack's room, covered with Jack's sheets, and he can smell horribly burnt coffee even from down here. Ianto grins to himself and hurries to get out of bed not bothering to put on his rumpled shirt. He climbs up the ladder double time and hurries to the tiny kitchenette hand poised above the doorknob. He doesn't know why he' so nervous but he is. With a deep breath he pushes open the door ready to embrace Jack. Instead he sees John fiddling with Brenda the coffee machine, scowling at all of her complex buttons. A part of Ianto breaks off and falls away. Of course he's not home. He's not back. Nothing to come back for. How could I continue to be so unbearably stupid? A fire burns in Ianto and the closest target is John.

"What the hell are you doing!?!" Ianto pushes John out of the way taking control of Brenda once again. "She's sensitive. You shouldn't handle her like this. Are you okay Brenda?" Ianto has well and truly lost his mind now. What ever happened to that Jones boy anyway? Oh well see his lover/boss/entire world left with this Doctor guy who is dashing and worldly and broody and never came back. The only person he had left in this world was his lovely coffee machine...which was a present from said boss...which only made the teaboy more sad and depressed. Eventually he just cracked and would only talk to Brenda.

Ianto turns to see John waving his arms in his face. "You all right?"

"Fine. Why? Do I not seem okay?"

John raises one eyebrow. "You just said an entire schpeel about how Brenda the coffee machine was all you had left in the world."

"Oh." Yep, mind gone now. I can't believe I said that out loud. "I uh...sorry."

Concern washes over the Captain's face and he instinctively reaches up to brush some hair away from Ianto's gorgeous face. Ianto shrugs out of his touch and goes back to fix Brenda so he doesn't notice how hurt John looks. Last night was so amazing, so warm, and now all that the Captain was left with was an empty shell of the beautiful man that was Ianto Jones. John reaches out to put his hand on the teaboy's shoulder but hesitates and decides against it.

Ianto tries to control his breathing. Tries to forget how warm and reassuring Johns hand felt as it brushed the hair from his forehead. Tries to forget just how broken he is at discovering that Jack was still gone. He concentrates on Brenda and wishes he could say he's sorry to John for brushing off his touch. Ianto senses more than feels John's hand start to reach out towards him. The Captain pauses mid-air and puts his hand back down sighing a bit. He hears John's feet pad back out to the main area of the hub and for the first time since Jack left allows himself to break down completely.

* * *

Ianto's been staring at the dark cherry wood of Jack's desk for over an hour now, committing the wood grain to memory. He rests his head in his hands and rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm. His breathing becomes more even and Ianto feels normal and human for the first time today. The office door opens with a click and Ianto turns to see John entering looking somewhat sheepish.

"Just thought I'd head home soon."

Ianto nods.

"Are you...are you coming home?"

"Uh...yeah. In a bit."

"Did you want me to wait?"

Ianto smiles lightly. "No...I'll probably be here for a little more. Organizing files...boring stuff."

"Did you want some...company?"

"I'm fine." He says too quickly.

"That's not what I asked."

John walks over to where Ianto is now standing, hold his face in his hands and kisses him softly. Ianto responds after a second opening his mouth for John. John tastes like Jack's polar opposite. Jack was vanilla and clean linen, smooth and light, and wonderful. John's thick and heavy, woodsy and heady, and more wonderful than Ianto wants to admit to himself. Before he knows what he's doing he's grabbing onto the Captain's waist like an life line.

John runs his hands over every available inch of the young man. He feels each muscle and chakra open for him. God you're gorgeous. Gorgeous and amazing and very under appreciated. Don't worry John can kiss it all better. No more pain and hurt, no more Jack walking away. Ianto moans into the kiss which sends a jolt to John's cock painfully rubbing against the denim of his jeans. Sensing John's need Ianto rubs John through his jeans causing the Captain to throw his head back and groan. Ianto kisses his way down John's neck, biting occasionally at the sensitive skin. Oh fuck that feels good. Not nearly appreciated enough. Mmm all that's going to change. John is nothing if not good at appreciating the under appreciated.

John lifts Ianto's face back up to his and kisses him lightly. "See you at home." The cold hits Ianto the second John moves away and fuck if he didn't whimper a little at the loss of contact. He watches on the CCTV as John leaves the hub and walks towards Ianto's apartment.

Ianto gets home an hour later to find John already fast asleep in the guest room. Ianto saunters in quietly, slips off his shoes and shirt and climbs in next to John. The warmth hits him for the second time that night and he leans into the feeling that it brings. John slowly opens his eyes and smiles lazily. There he is, Eye Candy in all of his rumpled glory. In my bed. John grins. His bed. He could get used to that.

"Sorry about earlier today." Ianto says earnestly.

John brushes his hand over Ianto's upturned cheek. "Shh. It's over. You're here now."

Ianto looks over at John questioningly. John just kisses away all of Ianto's questions, soft and slow. John's kisses are always soft at first, like he's always testing him. Ianto thinks it's the best kind of torture there is out there. It's wanting someone so much you feel a dull ache in the pit of your stomach, and wanting to take it slow and explore. It seems like John's okay with just exploring for now and Ianto silently thanks him for that. It was never slow with Jack it was here and now and fast and hard and action and drama. John's like a breath of fresh air compared to the chaos that was Jack. Funny how Ianto never expected to feel like that, relieved to be with someone who he didn't have to prove himself to. Relieved to be able to take it slow, to heal over the scars one at a time, not just bandage them up and move on like all the pain was forgotten.

Ianto curls into John's warmth and tries to remember if he ever wanted Jack in this way. Not just comfort but medicine. Healing. Magic healing hands to smooth over every bump and bruise he had acquired along the way. John's lips are medicine to dull the void left in Ianto's chest at watching his Captain walk away for the third time. John is morphine and penicillin and healing and lust and want and warmth for Ianto's cold world. He's daybreak and nighttime and wonderful and horrible all at once. And he's everything Ianto needs at this very moment.

Torchwood Fic: Here's To The Meantime (2/?)

2008-08-26T07:41:41Z

Title: Here's To The Meantime (2/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Capt. John Hart.
Spoilers: Through TW Season 2.13 Exit Wounds as well as DW 4.13 Journey's End.
Rating: R just to be on the safe side?
Summary: Jack leaves Torchwood for The Doctor...again. And Captain John has so graciously decided to lend his help while Jack is away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: This story kind of came at me begging to be written. Originally the other illustrious Captain wasn't going to make an appearance...however, my plans obviously changed. I just can't help but enjoy the relationship between our little Eye Candy and the Captain(s).

*special side note: When writing this I imagine Shake It by Metro Station playing at the club. For some reason I think it just fits the situation.

x- posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

Part One: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/8464.html#cutid1

"Fuck that hurts!" John yells out as a weevil rips into his shoulder blade.

He immediately turns on the weevil getting in one good punch before Ianto comes up next to him and stuns the weevil with the spray.

"What the hell did you do that for. I still had a few good punches left in me as payback."

"It's a weevil Captain. It doesn't understand payback. And it was staring at your trachea like it was a Porterhouse steak. I thought that warrented my attention."

"Well I can't help it if it got all hot and bothered by my mere presence. It happens so frequently I guess I just don't notice it anymore."

Ianto just rolls his eyes. Something he had taken to doing a lot since John joined the team. "How's your shoulder?"

"It'll hold till we get back."

Ianto nods an okay.

"So who's turn is it to play nurse? I think Gwen would look good in white."

"I heard that. And I can assure you that you will never, ever see me in my nurse's uniform." Gwen's voice comes over their coms.

"Does that mean she actually owns a nurse's uniform?" Johns voice perks up slightly.

"Knowing Gwen, probably. C'mon let's get you back to the hub so Nurse Williams can take a look at your shoulder."

"Ooh. Always such a tease Eye Candy."

* * *

"OhFuckThatFuckingStingsGodDamnnitShitFuckingHell!"

"Sit still."

"Easy for you to say. You're not having nanogenes sew your skin back together."

"You insisted on the nanogenes Captain. I wanted to go old school. You know, 21st century modern medicine. The kind with painkillers. But no, you wanted to go futuristic. You just had to show off."

"Hey! You never mentioned painkillers!" John hollars.

"I didn't? Must have slipped my mind. Oh well." Ianto puts the nanogenes back in their container and sticks them back in the safe in Jack's office.

"Bastard." John mumbles under his breath. He stretches his arm to check the healing. It's a bit sore but seems to be in working condition.

"Rest the shoulder Captain. That's an order."

"Oh give the mothering act a rest Eye Candy. Besides I was hoping for round two with that weevil. Think I might be able to take him with the new shoulder." John flexes his arm once more for emphasis.

"No."

"I wasn't asking permission."

"And as your boss I'm saying no. There's no need for you to ask."

"You're not the boss. You're just the Eye Candy."

"As it happens Captain, I am the boss. And as such you will obey my orders."

"Ooh looks like someone finally put on their big boy pants." John teases getting up to look Ianto in the eye.

"If you don't like what I have to say then feel free to leave. Believe me when I say that no one will stop you."

John glares at him once more before sighing and sitting back down on the couch.

"So quick to give in Captain? That's not like you at all." Ianto almost feels bad for pushing his buttons like this...almost.

"What can I say Eye Candy I just like seeing you get all hot under the collar when someone questions your authority."

Ianto exhales thumb and index fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "Back to your station John." Ianto turns to go back to his office. "Oh and no field work until I'm satisfied that your shoulder has healed."

"Fucking bastard." John mumbles.

"I heard that." Ianto throws over his shoulder closing the door.

Fucking power hungry Eye Candy. John would be more upset if he didn't find it so goddamn attractive. Then again John finds most everything Ianto does to be attractive. Maybe he's just been locked up in the hub too long with him....yeah, that's it.

* * *

A week later the rift monitor blares bringing Ianto out of his office. John grumbles and slips off the couch wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Fucking rift monitor. Always goes off at the most inopportune moments."

Ianto smiles. "You have no idea. This one time--" Ianto trails off. "Nevermind. Not important."

John senses more than notices the sad look pass over the beautiful young face of his boss. Poor Eye Candy. All alone in this big, bad world. If Jack could see him like this he would have never left. John scoffs. Who was he kidding, of course Jack would have still left. Because Jack is and always will be a self-centered bastard.

"Yan?" John waves his hands in Ianto's face bringing him back.

Ianto clears his head. "Right. Gwen where's the activity coming from?"

He hears Gwen's fingers clacking against the keys. "A nightclub downtown, Nude."

"Well that sounds very promising indeed." John grins.

"What makes you think you're going?"

"Oh come on! My shoulder is perfectly healed, has been for a week now! Who knows, you might need my wonderful social skills."

"Something tells me that whatever is going on doesn't require your 51st century god awful pick-up lines."

"They are not awful." John pouts. He looks like a five year old who was promised candy and instead got an apple when he does it. It entertains Ianto to no end.

Gwen just raises one eyebrow and continues the clacking.

Ianto sighs. "Fine. John you're with me. Gwen stay here and monitor the activity. Let me know if anything changes." Ianto slips his com into his ear as John does the same.

When Ianto and John reach Nude the first thing they notice is the mass of scantily clad college-age kids on the dance floor. Well...John notices the scantily clad part, Ianto notices that no one on the dance floor has their eyes open. They're all moving blindly to the beat almost as if they were in a trance. Ianto drags John to the bar for more observation.

Ianto pressed the button on his com. "Gwen what's the read on this place."

"It's alight with energy of some sort. No definite shape so most likely you won't be going after one of the people. Unless it possesses them of course. All in all it seems fairly harmless. Nothing's happened as far as I can tell."

"Thanks Gwen." Ianto turns to the bar tender. "Scotch on the rocks. And he'll have a Seven and Seven."

"Would have preferred Sex on the Beach." John grins.

"You're down to two now. Choose wisely."

"Oh come on Eye Candy. Lighten up. Enjoy the fact that the rift finally sent us to a place where we can have fun!"

"John. We're at work. And at work we don't get to party and have a good time."

The bar tender sets their drinks down and Ianto nods a thank you. "But drinking is okay at work Boss?"

"It's for appearances."

"And for appearances sake I think we should move about and at least look like we're having fun."

"There's something wrong with the dance floor." Ianto continues to stare out at the mass of people. "They're under the influence of something."

"Yeah hormones, good times, and booze."

"No. It's not normal. There's something going on with them."

"Well there's only one way to find out what's going on." John smirks.

"Are you asking me to dance Captain?"

Captain Hart shrugs. "Maybe. You interested in a spin around the floor Eye Candy?"

"I'm not really much of a dancer."

"And I'm not much of a human being but people get over it. Now get your ass on the floor."

Ianto stands, stares Hart down and leads the way to the overcrowded dance floor.

Ianto moves hesitantly at first, like he's not sure how his limbs are supposed to move. John of course dives into the middle of the crowd and instantly finds the rhythm of the crowd and moves to it. Sometimes Ianto really does hate him. Ianto relaxes into the beat little by little until he's no longer conscious of movements. He focuses only on the beat and gets lost in it. He sways in time with the music until the next song comes on and then he's gone completely. He shuts his eyes and focuses simply on nothing. His mind goes blank. There's no worry, there's no pain, no Captain Jack Harkness. Just a blissful blankness that can only be described as pure peace.

John got so lost in the music he didn't notice that Ianto had drifted a few feet from him. He moves closer to where the younger man stands and admires how wonderful Ianto looks when he lets his guard down. Which he doesn't do nearly enough in John's opinion. John looks around him at the mob and notices they all have the same blissfully ignorant look on their faces that Ianto has. Well, fuck. Of course! Why hadn't he noticed it before. The presence of all those pheromones, that happy-go-lucky feeling wafting through the air as they came in. They were dealing with a Caronite. And if John was right, and he was, he needed to get Ianto out of the haze around the dance floor and into some breathable air.

Hart all but drags Ianto off the dance floor even though he struggles to go back. John just tugs harder at his now rumpled suit and pulls him outside into the fresh air. At the very least Ianto has managed to keep his eyes open which is more than John expected really. John gives a light slap to Ianto's cheek trying to bring him back from his euphoric state. Ianto just smiles dazedly and laughs a bit.

"Ianto? Yan? Can you hear me in there? You're under the influence of a Caronite's pheromones. They should wear off soon. Until then I think we should get you back to hub." John digs the keys out of Ianto's jacket pocket and half leads, half carries Ianto to the SUV.

John and Ianto arrive back at the hub shortly and John leads Ianto to the couch when Gwen comes in, coffee mug in hand.

"What the hell happened to him? What did you give him? Did you let him drink?"

"First of all I didn't give him anything, second, he had one drink, third, a Caronite did this."

"I'm sorry, a what?"

"Caronite. They're from a few of the outer planets. Anyway, they tend to be empaths and as such also have the ability to convey emotions however they see fit.

"So he's under the influence of some sort of alien--"

"Pheromone, yes. It'll wear off by tomorrow though, and he'll have one killer headache, but he'll be fine."

"What about the others? From the club?"

"I dunno. I left them there."

"What do you mean you left them there? Is the thing gone?"

"The thing is a Caronite and no, it's not gone."

"Well why the hell not?"

"Because that one was just sending out some very good vibrations. Had they been harmful I would have stopped it. But all of those kids will wake up tomorrow thinking they just have a killer hangover. Totally harmless."

"Are you absolutely certain?" Gwen questions always the skeptic.

"Positive."

"Good. Now what about Ianto?"

"I'll look after him. You should go home and get some sleep. We're gonna have a lot to do in the morning."

Gwen nods her head. "Night John."

"Night." John turns his attention back to the dopey-eyed young man in front of him. "Now what am I going to do with you huh?"

Ianto just laughs lightly and tries to grab at imaginary lights in front of him.

"Great. Start out the night as a field agent for a secret underground, alien hunting organization, end it babysitting the Eye Candy." Hart mumbles under his breath slapping Ianto's hands from the air in front of his face.

Torchwood Fic: Here's To The Meantime (1/?)

2008-08-24T02:11:38Z

Title: Here's To The Meantime
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Capt. John Hart.
Spoilers: Through TW Season 2.13 Exit Wounds as well as DW 4.13 Journey's End.
Rating: R just to be on the safe side?
Summary: Jack leaves Torchwood for The Doctor...again. And Captain John has so graciously decided to lend his help while Jack is away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: This story kind of came at me begging to be written. Originally the other illustrious Captain wasn't going to make an appearance...however, my plans obviously changed. I just can't help but enjoy the relationship between our little Eye Candy and the Captain(s). Oh and the first chapter is a bit long but it's mostly dialogue that moves pretty fast. And this is unbeta'd so bear with me.

x-posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, torchwoodcoffee.

Ianto Jones isn't a beggar. He doesn't whine, he doesn't plead. He doesn't ask great coat wearing captains to stay with him instead of leaving with the Doctor...again. No he doesn't do any of those things. As far as anyone else knows.

"Why?"

"Ianto...you know why. There's a whole lot of mess to clean up after what happened. You know that better than anyone."

"Can't he clean it up himself? I mean you're taking Martha and Mickey with you, can't they do it with him?"

"Yan. Please understand."

"I understand perfectly Jack. You're leaving Gwen and I again. For him."

"Not for him. For...the world. For the good of everyone. What happened with the Daleks left shockwaves across the stars. Everything needs to be righted again." Jack touches his hand to Ianto's cheek. "Please understand. If there was any other way."

"No I...I understand."

"I'm coming back." Jack smiles.

"Sure."

What was that saying about the third time being the charm? Oh yeah it means Ianto Fricking Jones is screwed yet again. Thanks universe.

Jack eyes Ianto carefully. "You'll be happy to know that I left you in charge."

"Me?"

"Yes you. Don't get me wrong, Gwen did a great job last time but you could do better."

"I'm not going to tell her you said that."

"I think that's best." Jack smiles lightly. "I'm coming back, you know."

"Yeah." Ianto grins slowly, putting on his bravest face. "Safe travels Captain."

Jack brushes his hand through Ianto's hair and kisses his forehead. "Love you."

Ianto just nods his head and watches Jack walk toward the bright blue doors of the TARDIS.

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Jack's been gone a week and Ianto though he won't admit it, misses him like crazy. He makes sure he takes time out of his day to walk through Jack's office, his quarters looking over everything. Running his hands over the soft bedspread, reading his books, looking over his photos. He always sends Gwen home early, though she rarely listens. She sits at her workstation eyeing him carefully. Like he's going to break out in scream at any moment. And to tell you the truth, he's thought about it.

Ianto walks through Jack's office one last time before going back home for the night. He checks to make sure every file is in place. Stacked, coded and labeled. A place for everything in it's place. The organizing helps but not enough to truly take his mind off the Jack shaped space that lives within the Torchwood walls. It's a noticeable absence though Ianto wishes it wasn't.

Ianto sits at the desk looking over his handiwork when he hears steps coming towards him. "Gwen I though I told you to go home. I'm fine honestly." He looks up and notices Captain John Hart standing there all smiles. Ianto's eyebrows knit together questioningly.

"Well hello Eye Candy." John grins suggestively over at Ianto. He sits in the chair across from Ianto and puts his feet up on the desk. Oh I've seen that look before, worn that look before.

"Captain. What are you doing here?"

"Would you believe I missed this place?"

"No."

"Oh..kay. You caught me. I just missed you." John smiles over the desk.

"Right. Well here I am. You've seen me. Now leave."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you words hurt. And you Eye Candy wound me." John clutches his chest in mock agony.

"...Right. So what are you really doing here?"

John looks around. "Where's Jack?"

Ianto winces. "He's not here at the moment."

"And where would he be exactly?"Oh. Just add a little salt to the wound John. That's what you're good at. Keep it light, keep it fun. Don't think about Captains in long wool coats as they walk away. Don't think about glorious years spent in time loops when everything you could ever want or need existed just within your reach. Don't think. Keep it light.

"For all I know, half way to Adipose 3.

"Ooh. Touchy."

"What do you want John." Not today John. Please. Not today of all days.

"Well I just came to chat. But since you're a man down I've come to offer my services."

"Well that's very kind of you but you're services aren't needed."

"Now, now. Let's not be hasty."

"John you're not needed. We're fine."

"Fine isn't the word I'd use for your sad excuse of a team."

"Yes insults will most definitely get you hired." Ianto stands and puts away some files.

"Eye Candy." John says sweetly coming to stand next to Ianto. "Please let me be a part of big, bad Torchwood." He clasps his hands together pleading.

Ianto sighs and considers the offer. "Fine. I'll give you a trial run. If I find your behavior satisfactory then and only then can you stay."

John smirks. "Oh believe me, I'm always satisfactory."

"...Right." Ianto replies eyebrows raised. "Well as your first official Torchwood duty you get to clean out the weevil cells. Enjoy."

"Gee thanks."

"What the hell is Vera doing here?" Gwen bursts through the door accusingly.

"Ah, you're just in time to welcome John to Torchwood."

"The hell I am."

"So much for that welcome orgy then?" John looks back at Ianto.

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"I am through being your stable boy oh fearless one. I have cleaned my last weevil stall." John walks over to the couch and slumps down into it.

"For today you mean. Something tells me you'll be cleaning a lot of cells, Vera." Gwen smiles over at him. "Welcome to Torchwood."

"Better late then never I guess." Ianto grins from behind his workstation.

"So Lord and Master what shall I do now? Perhaps bow down and worship the ground you walk on?"

"Nothing that extreme I assure you Captain. Just feed Myfanwy." Ianto replies cooly.

"Who in the bloody hell is Myfanwy?"

Gwen can't help but smirk. "Our Petrodactyl."

Almost as if on cue Myfanwy lets out a loud cry.

"Sounds like she's hungry. You better hurry." Gwen chuckles.

John glares back at her.

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"I hope you have basic first aid knowledge Master." John grumbles as he goes once more to the couch.

"Please Mr. Jones will do. Perhaps Boss if I'm feeling in a light mood."

"Har, fucking har. It's a laugh a minute working here."

"Are you revoking your offer Captain?"

"No." John snaps. "Sir." He ammends.

"Good. Now where does it hurt?"

"Aren't you a cheeky one. Never pictured you for the Doctor/Nurse fantasy type. Which one do you want to be? Oh fine, I'll be the nurse first."

Ianto narrows his eyes slightly and tosses the first aid kit in John's direction. "I assume you can handle stitching yourself up?" Ianto turns and heads towards Jack's office.

A few minutes later he hears a knock at the door and looks up to see John entering looking slightly ashamed...or at least trying to look ashamed.

"I'm sorry."

"For what Captain?"

"For whatever I did that made you throw a tin box at me. Cause Jesus that hurt." He rubs his shoulder soothingly.

"You didn't do anything. You can leave now."

Instead John sits down in the chair across from Ianto's and stares curiously.

"Was there something else you wanted Captain?"

"Why were you really upset?"

"No reason."

"Ianto."

"John."

"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just sit here and not say anything. I've got no where to go."

"Do as you like Captain."

Another second later John starts whistling When the Saints Go Marching In.

"John!"

"Yes Oh Fearless One?"

Ianto visibly sighs. "I'm fine John. Don't you have work to do?"

"Nope. Finished the list. Every last low, down, and dirty thing on it."

"Wow. Looks like Gwen owes me some money."

"What?"

"She bet that you wouldn't make it through today."

"Glad to see she has so much faith in me."

"That's my Gwen."

"So..."

"Yes Captain?"

"I'm finished."

"Yes you are."

"So I can uh...go now?"

"Yes you can."

"Well see there's a slight problem with that."

"I don't have all day John."

"Well as it happens, I am currently without home."

"Ah. Well..."

"I guess I could stay here... I mean Jack slept here right? I can just say in his room." Poor kid, I don't mean to push his buttons, especially the big, shiny one labeled Jack but desperate times and all that.

"No!" Ianto yells a little too quickly. "You can stay with me I mean. Jack has barely anything down there. I have a nice guest room in my flat, you're welcome to it."

"Well, well Eye Candy. How forward of you. I assure that I don't put out unless I'm offered a nice dinner first...or at least a cup of coffee. Come to think of it an offer is all I need. Are you offering?" Please be offering.

"The use of my guest room and only my guest room, yes."

John looks seductively up and down Ianto's body. "Too bad. But I'll take what I can get. You got yourself a flat mate." John shakes Ianto's hand and exits the office.

Ianto breathes a sigh of relief he hadn't known he'd been holding. The thought of John in Jack's bed, even if Jack wasn't there, was too much.

Just as Ianto had calmed himself down Gwen bursts into the office fuming. "Please tell me John's not staying with you."

"What?"

"He's down there grinning like an idiot. He's a kid at Christmas."

"Ah. Well he is going to stay with me."

"Why Ianto? I know you miss him but why John?"

"This has absolutely nothing to do with Jack." Okay maybe it has something to do with Jack but not in the way she thinks. I just can't have him here, have him sleeping where Jack did. Especially when I can't even bring myself to sleep there.

"Sure."

"Hope I'm not interrupting." John steps into the room smirking.

"Well as it happens--" Gwen starts.

"You're not. Was there something you wanted John?"

"Just wondering if you're ready to go home yet?"

"Not yet. Give me fifteen minutes."

"Sure thing."

"Ianto." Gwen starts up again as soon as John's out of earshot.

"Gwen. He has no money, no place else to go. It's either you or me. Do you think Rhys would really like it if you brought home another man?"

"No..."

"Okay then. He'll stay with my until he can find a more permanent situation. Glad that's settled. Now go home to your husband."

Gwen sighs. "I'm not going to talk you out of it am I?"

"Not really."

"No point in arguing then." Gwen comes over to Ianto and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Boss Man."

Ianto chuckles. "Night Gwen."

Ianto Jones closes up shop for the night turning everything off as he goes. He goes to Jack's room last. He sits on the bed, breathes in the scent that's slowly becoming less of Jack's and more of his own, he straightens the sheets and turns out the light. He heads back up and goes over to John.

"Ready to go?"

Ianto smiles weakly. "Yeah."

They walk home in silence, thank God. Ianto's not sure how much more small talk he can take. Doesn't want to try to deflect John's thinly veiled innuendos, just wants to go home and sleep.

"So...this is your place huh?"

"Yeah." Ianto takes off his jacket. "Guest room's over here. There are extra towels in the linen closet if you want to take a shower. Kitchen's fully stocked if you're hungry. Not to be a bad host but I'm kind of tired."

"It's fine. I can find everything okay."

"Just try not to burn the house down." He heads to his room shoulders slumped. "Goodnight John." Ianto amends pausing at his doorway.

"Night."

Ianto sinks down into his bed, and promptly falls asleep. He wakes to a smoky smell and immediately jumps out of bed and heads towards the kitchen.

"Oh my God you really did burn the house down!" Ianto yells. "Wait...you're cooking?" He's just cooking. There's no flames...just bacon?

"Good morning to you too Sunshine." John smirks moving the bacon around the pan.

"Sorry I just thought that..."

"That I couldn't be nice enough to make breakfast, but mean enough to actually burn down your apartment?"

"I...It smells good."

"Thanks. It's almost done, just go ahead and sit down. I made coffee too, it's probably not as good as yours but I managed."

"Thanks."

John sets down several plates filled with bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage, toast, and potatoes. "I might have gotten carried away a bit. It's just that everything has so much flavor here. Back at home it's all artificial this, packaged that. Not a whole lot of natural foods left."

"I see." Ianto takes some pancakes from the plate in front of him. "Hand me the meat?"

John just raises one eyebrow.

Ianto sighs. "Don't, it's too easy."

"What is there an innuendo limit now?"

"Yes. I'll allow three."

"Three? C'mon I can make three before breakfast. I'm going to need at least ten."

"I'll give you five. You'll just have to make the best out of them."

"Deal."

Well this should be interesting. Ianto thinks munching on a piece of toast.

Torchwood Fic: Where We Breathe (3/?)

2008-08-01T06:17:43Z

Title: Where We Breathe (3/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Martha/Tom Millegan, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Clive Jones/Francine Jones, Leo Jones, Tish Jones, The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Spoilers: Doctor Who Series 4.06 "The Doctor's Daughter" and Torchwood Series 2.06 "Reset".
Summary: This is a fic that centers around Martha Jones' wedding to Tom Millegan and the chaos that comes with being a Torchwood employee and a former companion for the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Doctor Who nor Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: Torchwood notes: The events of Reset that involve our favorite smirking, sarcastic, Doctor Harper didn't take place. IE he is totally human and functioning properly. If that at all makes sense. Also, I have seen past Reset, I've seen it all and...yeah. Doctor Who notes: I have seen past 4.06 and therefore might mention things that take place after it. If I do, please let me know but I will try to keep my spoilers to a minimum. Thanks and comments are love!

x-posted at: jackxianto, owentosh, torchwood_fic, deadweird, and torchwoodcoffee.

"Tosh, talk to me. Where am I headed?" Jack said into his com.

"Make a right up here. Then a left."

"Okay...almost there. Now what?"

"It should be there. Right there. Jack you're practically right on top of it!" Tosh yelled confused and annoyed all at once.

There was a loud honking noise as a lorry truck moved out of Jack's line of sight and there sat, in all her glory, the most beautiful sight Jack had ever seen. There in the middle of the street sat a brilliant blue police box as if it had always been there, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh. My--"

"God." Martha finished for Jack.

"What? What's so bloody important? I don't see anything." Gwen looked around.

Before Gwen could find out what was so bloody important Jack and Martha ran from the SUV and towards the police box.

"Oh shit." Ianto breathed out still sitting next to Gwen in the backseat.

"What? What is it?"

"The Doctor."

"Oh shit." Gwen mimics stunned.

Just as Martha and Jack reached the TARDIS doors they opened and a short red-headed woman stepped out.

"Donna!?!"

"Martha!?!"

Both Donna and Martha embraced tightly, talking and laughing like old friends. Jack looked on smiling lightly. It had been a while since he had seen Martha this giddy. Torchwood tended to take a toll on its employees and he was glad to see the old Martha shine through. Jack let out a small laugh capturing the red head's attention.

"And who might you be?"

Jack smiled his patented grin and reached for Donna's hand, kissing it lightly. "Captain Jack Harkness. And who might you be?"

"Oi! Just because you come on over all strapping and smiles doesn't mean I'm going to fall all over myself."

"Donna was it? I just make it a point to put names to beautiful faces. It's what I do. Just consider me the head of the Cardiff Welcoming Committee."

"Oh I've heard that one before. Seems cheaper the second time around." The Doctor strolls out of the TARDIS a garment bag slung over one shoulder.

Jack turns towards him and grins. "Doctor. Glad to see you haven't changed."

"I make it a point not to...you know, unless I die. Then I can't really stop it."

"I didn't mean your appearance. I meant you pension for beautiful assistants." Jack winks at Donna.

"Stop it." Both The Doctor and Ianto say at once.

"Excuse me but isn't anyone going to introduce me to the bloke in the suit? Cause him I'd like to get to know better."

Ianto smiles politely in Donna's direction. "Miss Noble. So nice to have you here. I'm Ianto Jones. Welcome to Cardiff."

"You know who she is?" Jack questions.

Ianto grins over at Jack. "I know everything...and Martha told me."

"Oh don't mind me, I'm chopped liver."

The Doctor just having noticed Gwen standing there walks over to her and inspects her. "Curious...very curious indeed. Oh well it just escaped me! What shall we do now?"

Ianto clears his throat. "Maybe we should move this congregation back to the hub? For a nice cup of tea perhaps?"

Jack nods. "Right. Best to take this inside. Shall we move on then?"

"I'll call Tosh and let her know we're coming back. Maybe hire a tow truck to uh...relocate the...police box?" Ianto questions slightly confused.

"It's a TARDIS actually." The Doctor corrects.

Ianto just raises one eyebrow.

"Time And Relative Dimension In Space." Martha pipes up. "It's a time machine."

Ianto stands looking slightly unimpressed. "Right so...that's a no on the tow truck then?"

"Oh I like this one. Glad to see your taste in men has changed. Right so--" The Doctor claps his hands together. "Who wants a ride in the fancy time machine hmm? Anyone...anyone?"

Gwen tentatively raises her hand. Ianto simply rolls his eyes which earns a chuckle from The Doctor.

"Well I've had enough with the bloody machine for a while. A nice, slow ride in nice, normal car sounds lovely." Donna answers linking her arm with Martha's and starts heading for the Torchwood SUV.

"Guess you better not drive then Sir. Nice and slow isn't really your style." Ianto grins.

"Har. Har. Har." Jack takes off after Martha and Donna.

"So Mr. Jones. You ready?"

"Sir?"

"To travel in time."

"...Sure."

"Welcome aboard then." The Doctor swings his arm out to show Ianto the TARDIS' entrance. As Ianto walked past The Doctor he turns back to smile reassuringly at Jack.

* * *

The cog door rolls open to reveal a distraught looking Jack who rushes inside searching for his team. He finds Owen, Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, and The Doctor sitting around the conference table talking and laughing.

"What took you so long?" The Doctor questions smiling.

"Not all of us have a time machine at our disposal."

"And not all of us have Martha as a driver either. She's worse at the controls than you are. And that's saying something." Donna all but falls into one of the conference room chairs.

"I am not that bad! Ianto tell them!"

Ianto clears his throat. "Would anyone like a coffee? Tea perhaps?"

"Ianto!"

"I'll just bring in a pot of each then." Ianto heads off towards the kitchenette in search of the good tea. He hears the door slam behind him and without looking around he knows a very angry Martha Jones is the cause of the noise.

"Don't act like you don't know I'm here Jones I see right through you."

Ianto exhales and turns around. "Martha you're driving is a bit...manic I guess is the word."

"Oh that!?! No, no I'm over that." Martha hops up onto the counter next to Ianto and smiles. "What do you think of him?"

"Him who?"

"The Doctor silly."

"Oh yeah...he's...uh...full of interesting stories."

"Again with the placeholder words."

"It's just...he's the one man I'm terrified to have around Jack. The only person I actually feel threatened by."

"But why? You know you have nothing to worry about, don't you?"

"He already left me for him once Martha. Who's to say he won't do it again?"

"But he came back. For you."

"He came back for Torchwood. Even though we were doing just fine without him I'd like to point out." Ianto emphasizes his frustration by slamming the coffee pot back into its cradle. "He's all flash and glamour and time travel-y. And what am I? A nice suit and a cup of coffee?"

"You Mr. Jones are amazing. And no amount of flash and glamour can compete with you." Martha holds onto Ianto's chin with her hand. "Jack...like everyone gets a bit stunned by The Doctor at first. But eventually we all blink away the bright lights and see who's left standing there by our sides." She smiles down at him and releases his face from her grip. "Besides I think it's Jack who has to worry."

Ianto's eyebrows knit together questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"The Doctor didn't invite Jack to take a ride on his fancy time machine now did he?"

"He was being polite."

"The Doctor doesn't do polite. He does in-your-face, personal-invading. You my friend have captured the attention of a nine hundred year old time lord. And something tells me Jack's not going to like that." Martha grins and hops back down off the counter to go and join everyone else in the conference room.

Ianto finishes making the drinks and loads up his tray with tea and biscuits and heads in the direction Martha just came from.

* * *

Jack sat up in his office drinking a coffee and looking over some files when Martha pads in softly and sits down in front of him.

"So he made it before Little Tom Jr. arrived. That's almost like progress isn't it?" Jack says without looking up for his paperwork.

Martha lets out a chuckle. "Yeah he's on time for once. But who's to say he's not going to bop off to planet Gorlock or something if there's an emergency?"

"Planet Gorlock? Really? That was the best you could come up with?" Jack laughs.

"Jack this is really important to me."

"Have you tried telling him that?"

Martha lets out a sigh. "You know I'd never do that."

"And you know that he'd stay if you did. You're both too stubborn for your own good."

"Well that just happens to be a quality that's in abundance around here." Martha throws back challengingly.

"Okay, okay. Truce?" Jack comes over from his side of the desk and goes to the window overlooking the hub.

Martha comes up behind him and rests a hand against his shoulder. "He's infatuated by him you know?" Martha states as she watches The Doctor and Ianto talk quietly down below.

Jack tears his eyes away from the scene below and looks at Martha questioningly. "What are you talking about?"

"The Doctor is fascinated by Ianto. Can't you see it? He's practically been studying his every move since he saw him today."

"He's just curious around new people."

"Not like this. And you know it. That's why your face is doing that squinty thing it does when you're trying to work something out that's right in front of your face."

"Ianto and The Doctor? I mean really."

"Crazier things have happened. And we know that better than anybody." Martha places a sympathetic look on her face. "Just don't loose the only man that is good enough to love you warts and all, hmm?" Martha leaves the office a small smile on her face. They just might make it yet. She thinks walking off.

Jack mulls over Martha's last statement and goes down to the hub's main area for a break from paperwork.

Torchwood Fic: Where We Breathe (2/?)

2008-07-25T04:11:20Z

Title: Where We Breathe (2/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Martha/Tom Millegan, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Clive Jones/Francine Jones, Leo Jones, Tish Jones, The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Spoilers: Doctor Who Series 4.06 "The Doctor's Daughter" and Torchwood Series 2.06 "Reset".
Summary: This is a fic that centers around Martha Jones' wedding to Tom Millegan and the chaos that comes with being a Torchwood employee and a former companion for the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Doctor Who nor Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: Torchwood notes: The events of Reset that involve our favorite smirking, sarcastic, Doctor Harper didn't take place. IE he is totally human and functioning properly. If that at all makes sense. Also, I have seen past Reset, I've seen it all and...yeah. Doctor Who notes: I have seen past 4.06 and therefore might mention things that take place after it. If I do, please let me know but I will try to keep my spoilers to a minimum. Thanks and comments are love! Also, this is unbeta'd so bear with me. And it is a bit angsty but I promise some light-hearted banter in the next chapter.

x-posted at: jackxianto, owentosh, torchwood_fic, deadweird, and torchwoodcoffee.

"Ianto? You okay?" Martha hesitantly sticks her head into the tiny kitchenette.

"I'm...fine."

"Yeah you sound really convinced of that."

"It's just...ugh. It's...Jack."

"Isn't it always?" Martha laughs and hops up on the counter next to the coffee machine Ianto is currently focusing all of his attention on. "He's...complicated. You know how he is."

"Yeah I do. And I know that when I signed up for this...for Torchwood I signed up for him as well. The great Captain Jack Harkness and his illustrious reputation. I knew what I was getting into. But...I thought maybe with time he'd..."

"Become domesticated?"

"Not entirely no. But I thought maybe we could go on dates, talk more...be intimate without..."

"Getting intimate." Martha finishes for him.

"See you can grasp this. It's really quite a simple, normal concept."

"But Jack's not normal, simple guy. He comes with a lot of baggage. Intergalactic, timey-wimey baggage. It's..."

"Complicated. I know. Everything's complicated. You know it's just a placeholder word. You use it when you want to say something else. Like interesting...or...nice."

"Just...try to see where he's coming from."

"I do. He just never seems to see where I'm coming from." Ianto looks over at Martha and smiles a little brokenly. "Oh well. Work to do right? We've got a wedding to plan...after I serve the coffee of course."

Martha smiles sweetly. "Well of course. Priorities after all."

Ianto smiles back and grasps the wooden tray tightly. "Meet you back in the conference room in ten minutes. Don't make me come looking for you."

"Okay, okay. Don't go all dom Ianto on me. I'll do as you say and submit!" Martha jokes.

"Remind me to retcon you later so you can forget all of the dirty little secrets Jack tells you."

"First of all, will do. Second, I wouldn't have to get the gory details from Jack if you'd ever give me something more than innovative." Martha challenges. "Talk about a placeholder word."

"Just...stay out of my sex life."

"Can I still meddle in all the other parts?"

"Of course." Ianto smiles and leaves the room.

* * *

Ianto smiles at Tosh as he hands her a cup of coffee. "Thank you Ianto."

"Welcome as always." He smiles back. "Here you go." He all but throws the coffee in Owen's direction."

Owen opens his mouth to give Ianto a lashing but Tosh looks up warningly from her monitor, one eyebrow arched. "Thanks Ianto." Owen spits out through clenched teeth.

Ianto looks at Owen oddly for a moment before he heads towards Jack's office.

Tosh smiles to herself and resumes the clacking against the keys until Owen spits his coffee all over the floor. Tosh just turns her head towards Owen.

"He served me decaf!"

Tosh can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Oh I suppose you think this is funny!"

Tosh outright giggles at Owen's serious face. "He's just looking out for me."

"What for?"

"Owen. You don't exactly have the greatest reputation with women. He's just concerned."

Owen looks at Tosh eyebrows knit together questioningly. "Are you concerned?"

"No." Tosh answers simply. "You forget, I know you. You, Dr. Owen Harper, can't hide from me. And believe me there is nothing you can do to shock me anymore." This earns a smile from Owen. "Ianto just cares. About everyone...including you, you know."

"I'm different now. You know that right?"

Tosh just moves her hand to his cheek and cups it lightly. She smiles and kisses him reassuringly. After a minute or so they break apart and Owen rests his forehead on hers. "I know."

* * *

Jack hears a soft knock on his door and he looks up just in time to see Ianto come through coffee in hand.

"You sir are a god among men. I have been dying for this all day." Jack grabs the cup and takes a long gulp.

"Will there be anything else sir?"

Jack sighs and sets down his cup. "Yan. Don't do this."

"Do what sir?"

Jack gets up from behind his desk and goes towards Ianto. "Yan please. Just...come here."

Ianto walks the rest of the way to Jack and stares at him hesitantly. Jack cups Ianto's face in his hands and kisses him passionately. Ianto shivers and Jack smiles into the kiss. They break apart, their need for oxygen surpassing their need for closeness. Ianto pulls back and brushes Jack's hair off his face.

"I can't just be your office shag anymore Jack. I won't be."

Jack rolls his eyes. "Ianto, you're not. You have to know. You mean so much to me...everything."

"I can't be your everything and your nothing all at once Jack. It doesn't work like that."

"You know I hate ultimatums."

"It's not an ultimatum Jack. I just can't do this anymore...I'm tired." Ianto turns and walks towards the door.

"Ianto don't. Please."

Ianto turns to look at Jack. "I can't keep doing this Jack. I just can't."

There's a loud noise in the background as the rift monitor goes off. Both Ianto and Jack rush out the door heading towards Toshiko's work station.

"Tosh what's going on?" Jack asks over her shoulder.

"Rift activity....at the city center. Looks minimal...nothing's happened so far. It just sort of popped up."

"You stay here and monitor it, anything happens let me know. Ianto, Gwen, Martha, you're with me. Time to move out."

Toshiko nods and puts her com on, ready to direct the others to the activity.

Owen saunters over to Tosh and smiles. "Guess it's just you and me then." Owen and Tosh exchange a smile then go back to work.

Torchwood Fic: Where We Breathe (1/?)

2008-07-22T04:09:14Z

Title: Where We Breathe
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Martha/Tom Millegan, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Clive Jones/Francine Jones, Leo Jones, Tish Jones, The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Spoilers: Doctor Who Series 4.06 "The Doctor's Daughter" and Torchwood Series 2.06 "Reset".
Summary: This is a fic that centers around Martha Jones' wedding to Tom Millegan and the chaos that comes with being a Torchwood employee and a former companion for the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Doctor Who nor Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: Torchwood notes: The events of Reset that involve our favorite smirking, sarcastic, Doctor Harper didn't take place. IE he is totally human and functioning properly. If that at all makes sense. Also, I have seen past Reset, I've seen it all and...yeah. Doctor Who notes: I have seen past 4.06 and therefore might mention things that take place after it. If I do, please let me know but I will try to keep my spoilers to a minimum. Thanks and comments are love!

x-posted at: jackxianto, owentosh, torchwoodcoffee, deadweird, torchwood_fic.

Jack hears a soft knock on the door. "Come in."

Martha pokes her head in her face serious until Jack looks up and she grins excitedly. She saunters into the room and sits on Jack's side of the desk facing him. "Captain."

"Ms. Jones." Jack smiles up at Martha.

"I have a favor to ask you."

Uh oh. I'm not going to like this am I? "And that would be?"

"Well, as you know Tom and I are...getting married."

"Yes I do seem to recall a week of wedding fever around the office. And? You want me to do what? The flowers? Cater? Plan the bachelorette party?" Jack arched his eyebrow suggestively. "Cause that I would be up for...as long as Ianto can come that is. Bet he'd be great at a bachelorette party...for many, many reasons."

"Jack you are not planning my bachelorette party. And if you were you could not come to said party and shag Ianto in a bathroom in some club."

"Why not? He's very innovative in small spaces...this one time--"

"Jack! You're getting severely off topic."

"Oh..right. What was it that you wanted again?"

"I was wondering if you could...I dunno maybe...walk me down the aisle?"

Jack stared back at Martha shocked. "Me?"

"Yes you."

"But what about...you know."

Martha shook her head knowingly. "I called. Told him the date. But he's not the most reliable person in the universe is he? Knowing him he'll pop down, tuxedo in hand around the time Little Tom Jr. turns five."

"What about Clive? Won't he oh I don't know...murder me if I walk his little girl down the aisle?" Jack questions. "Wait...Little Tom Jr.?"

"Theoretical future child. And no, he won't be mad. Mom and him are going to be sailing around the Caribbean renewing their vows. Leo and Tish will be here though. Besides, a vacation will do them some good."

"Yeah a vacation would be nice after the year we had." Jack skipped a beat. "I'm in."

"You are!?!" Martha hopped off the desk, jumped into Jack's lap and gave him a big hug.

"Like I could say no to you Ms. Jones."

She grins up at him. "I was counting on it."

Just then they hear the door swing open loudly.

"Oi! Hands off my girl!"

"Ooh Ianto. I love it when you get possessive." Jack smirks at the always suit-clad archivist.

"Like I was talking about you Sir." Ianto turns his attention back to Martha. "Why didn't you tell me you were back in town? We have so many details to go over. There's still so much to do."

Martha looks back at Jack apologetically. "Wedding time?"

"Wedding time." Ianto agrees.

Ianto and Martha leave Jack's office arm in arm discussing the various bouquet possibilities and the pros and cons of lillies versus roses. Jack just shakes his head and takes a sip or his coffee. All of this wedding craze and now he's gotten himself caught up in it. Why would I ever agree to this. Because it's Martha and because she asked. And admit it, you find wedding planner Ianto a little sexy. His mind answered for him. Oh yeah, that's why.

--------------------------------------------------

"Little Tom Jr.?" Tosh tilts her head questioningly.

"Martha's theoretical future child."

Gwen sips her coffee absentmindedly. "Rhys and I had theoretical children. Emma and Robert."

"I quite like those names." Tosh agrees fingers clacking against keys.

"Rhys wanted her name to be Gemma but I told him that I've never met a Gemma who wasn't a complete and total git."

"Oh I don't know about that. I knew a Gemma at uni. She was quite a nice girl...you know most of the time." Tosh explained looking at Gwen sheepishly.

Jack and Gwen just stared back at Tosh eyebrows raised.

"Oh all right!" Tosh relented. "She was a total bitch and I hated every bloody class I had with her." Tosh breathed out fingers resuming their clacking on her keyboard.

"Who was a total bitch?" Owen questioned striding into the hub.

"Some git Tosh knew at uni."

"Thanks for that Gwen. I'm sure Owen wasn't really interested though. Could have saved everyone a whole lot of breaths if we'd just---"

"If you'd just what? Ignored me? What is up with you lately Tosh?" Owen walks towards Tosh's work station. "Have I done something to offend you? To upset you? Cause I honestly don't know what I could have done."

Tosh looked from Jack to Gwen and back to Owen and continued on with her typing. Jack clearly getting the hint nudged Gwen to go back to work. And Gwen being Gwen didn't take the subtle hint.

"What? What do you want?" Gwen looks up at Jack. "Would you stop nudging me. What the hell do you want?"

"I think maybe we should remove ourselves from the situation." Jack nods his head towards Owen and Tosh.

"Oh! Right. Uh well....yeah. We'll be off then. Aliens to catch, technology to borrow and all that." Gwen and Jack practically run out of the hub to the relative safety of the Cardiff streets.

Tosh watches them go, curiousity barely registering on her face.

"So?..."

"Did you want something Owen?"

Owen grumbles softly. "Do you even know how infuriating you are?"

"No. Care to fill me in?" Tosh says in a clipped tone.

"Answer my questions."

"Which one would you like me to answer first?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me Owen. I'm perfectly fine."

"No you're not. You've been acting like a total bitch since...Did I do something to offend you?"

"Since when Owen? Since Adam? Hmm? Since you told me you loved me? Since then you mean?"

"You...you remember that? That whole conversation?"

Tosh looks up into his eyes. "Yes."

"I do too."

"But how? I mean Jack---"

"The retcon I know. But something must have triggered our memories."

Tosh looks down at her desk and smiles. "The chipmunk."

"What?"

"The monitor cleaner you gave me. That's what did it for me. That's when I remembered."

"Sandwiches. That's how I knew. I made myself a sandwich and then I remembered...that night we-- God I'm sorry Tosh." Owen looks over at Tosh expectantly. "Do you think maybe you could forgive me for being such a wanker?"

"I suppose." Tosh never tears her eyes from the monitor.

Owen goes around to Tosh's side and looks at her. "Tosh. Do you think maybe you could look at me?"

Tosh turns her head towards Owen and smiles. "So Dr. Harper what do you suppose we do now?"

"Well I have a few ideas but they wouldn't really be appropriate at this time and place." He arches his eyebrows suggestively.

"Owen!" Tosh slaps his arm.

"Sorry but you asked."

"Well I didn't think you were going to--"

"What? Want to shag you senseless right here and now? We've waited too long to be respectful now." Owen moves closer and turns Tosh's chin up to his own. He kisses her softly at first and then more deeply until Tosh relaxes into the kiss.

"Oh God!" Ianto turns and runs out of the room.

Owen rests his forehead against Tosh's. "Remind me to kill him later."

Tosh smiles lightly. "Will do."

"Is it okay if we come back in now? Or is everyone horribly massacred? Is there blood Jack? Please say there isn't blood." Gwen comes into the room her hand over her eyes.

Jack laughs. "I think it's safe Gwen."

"Good."

"Right. I'm going to uh...go do doctor things now." Owen takes off for the autopsy bay.

"Oh...kay. I'm going to find Ianto and Martha and see if I can pry them away from the wedding plans."

"Okay. Have fun." Tosh says without looking up from her work.

"Ianto?...Yan?...Martha?"

"We're in here Jack." Martha yells from the conference room.

Jack enters to see a the table full of booklets, brochures, flyers, and samples. And next to the table sits a very dazed Ianto and a very serious looking Martha.

"What's going on?"

Ianto speaks up but keeps his eyes forward. "My eyes...they...burn."

"What is he talking about? Is he okay?" Jack rushes over to Ianto's side and rests a hand protectively on his shoulder.

"Oh he's fine. Just being a baby that's all."

"But...my eyes..."

"What happened?"

"He saw Owen and Tosh having a bit of a snog that's all."

"I'm sorry, Owen and who?"

"Tosh. They mentioned something about a guy named Adam and then they started kissing. Ianto saw it and kind of went catatonic."

"Well is he okay? Physically?"

"Jack he's fine. I did check him out you know."

"Jack you have to talk to him." Ianto pipes up staring Jack in the eyes.

"What do you mean? Talk to who?"

"Owen, Jack. Talk to Owen."

"Why?"

"Because this is a bad idea the two of them. A very bad idea."

"Yan it was just a kiss."

He turns to Jack with a sarcastic grin. "If you remember correctly that's how we started."

"Well yeah but look how well that's turned out."

Ianto just stares at him eyebrow raised.

"Right? Right?"

"Oh I think you've stuck your foot in it now Jack."

"Martha please. Don't you have work to do or something?"

"Aye, aye Captain." Martha exits the room shooting Ianto a look.

"You don't think we've turned out well? Yan? Answer me. Please."

"Jack we haven't turned into anything." Ianto looks away from Jack and back to a stack of papers. "We don't go out. Ever. We haven't made any sort of commitment--"

"What is it with this century and commitment? Why can't happiness be enough." Jack breathes out exasperated.

"I better get going. Lots of wedding plans to finalize, coffee to make, you know, same old, same old." Ianto walks out of the conference room taking notebook upon notebook with him.

"Just fricking great." Jack sighs slamming his head into the conference room table.

Tosh enters the conference room hesitantly. "Jack? Jack are you all right?"

"Oh I'm perfect. Just...peachy."

"I'm not sure you've grasped the whole sarcastic schtick quite as well as Ianto has...Sir." She amends sitting down next to Jack.

Jack just groans and tries to physically mold himself into the table.

"Okay Jack, what's wrong?"

"Ianto and I are kind of...fighting."

"Kind of fighting?"

"Well you know how he is. You'd never even know he was mad unless he served you decaf coffee instead of regular."

"True. But he's not as good at hiding his feelings as he'd like to believe. You just gotta, look underneath the tailored suit."

"Oh believe me I have."

"Jack. You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"I know, I know." Jack brings his head off the table to look over at Toshiko. "So...how was the kiss?"

Tosh looks at Jack confused. "What kiss?"

"Oh only the monumental Tosh/Owen kiss everyone and their brother has been waiting on for...oh ever."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Uh yes it is. It's huge."

"Jack please you're going to jinx it or something."

"Would I do that to you?" Tosh shoots Jack a look. " Okay well I wouldn't do it on purpose anyway."

"It was...nice."

"Nice? Just nice?"

"Well I don't know Jack it's...complicated."

"Isn't everything."

"He just wants...what we all want Jack. He wants love."

"Love, commitment...blah, blah, blah. You people and your 21st century ideals."

Owen enters the room silently. "Please tell me you're not giving some sort of speech at Martha's wedding? Cause honestly your complete shit at toasts."

"Thanks for that Owen."

"Anytime Captain." Owen mock salutes as Jack heads towards the conference room door.

"You should be nicer to him you know. He's going through a lot."

"Isn't he always?"

"Yeah but it's different this time. This time it has to do with Ianto."

"Oh great. We're going to have to hear the teaboy bitch and moan for a week."

Tosh goes over to where Owen is standing and stares him straight in the eyes. "Play. Nice." She says simply.

"Why should I?"

Tosh moves to whisper in his ear. "Because. If you play nice through this wedding. We can play nice later."

Tosh's voice sends shivers down his spine. "Fine. I'll...be good. For you."

She smiles sweetly and kisses his cheek lightly. "Good."

Torchwood Fic: Memory Lane (3/?)

2008-07-03T17:09:20Z

Title: Memory Lane (3/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Ianto, Jack/Owen/Ianto.
Rating: R so far
Spoilers: 2.13 Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack has a plan. Well more like a general idea of what he was going to do really. Anyway, Jack has a plan and it all started way back when.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, RTD owns my soul.
Notes: This fic starts out when Ianto and Owen are in college. Just wanted to clear that up in case there were any questions. Comments are love and greatly appreciated : ) Oh and this is un-beta'd so bear with me if you will.

I want to apologize for not having a part out for about...what has it been, a month? So A) I'm very sorry and B) This is a short bit but I thought you might like to have a look at it.

x-posted at: jackxianto, doctor_teaboy, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

There's nothing Jack enjoys more than fucking with his employees heads. And his current position as the head of Torchwood Three allowed him all the power he needed to carry out his plans. (Yes he actually had full fledged plans this time.)

Jack had kept a watchful eye on both Owen and Ianto. Through the next few months of school, the summer, the break-up. Owen's idea, not Ianto's. Watching Ianto's face as Owen told him that they weren't working was the second hardest thing he's ever had to deal with. The first was of course saying goodbye to Rose and the Doctor.

Ianto had sat for hours in a pub close to the apartment he and Owen had once shared staring at the worn wooden bar sipping his scotch slowly. The next day Ianto had moved out of the apartment and to London to finish school. Owen had done the same a week later although neither knew that they were living in the same city. Practically under each others' noses.

Jack had continued to watch them through it all. Waiting until the day when they'd be ready. Owen had gone to medical school, Ianto to a new job at Torchwood One. Jack had almost stopped that from happening. Knowing what he did about Torchwood One, about their feelings about the Doctor, the truth about both he wanted to protect Ianto the best he could. But Jack had vowed to never intervene unless needed. And Ianto's new job didn't qualify, neither did Ianto falling in love with a beautiful young woman named Lisa Halllett. Jack had looked on as Ianto and Lisa had their first date, their first kiss, their first everything. He had silently watched as Ianto lived life oblivious to the tall man in the grey coat who shadowed him through everything.

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Jack hadn't planned on Katie's death. Hadn't planned on even seeing Owen there that day. Hadn't planned on Owen's fury and rage. Hell he hadn't even planned on Owen being the doctor Torchwood needed. But he was and Jack had to hire him. Try to save even the tiniest bit of the Owen he used to know. The Owen who ran around the university grounds with Ianto at his side smiling and carefree. He needed both Owen and Ianto to experience that again.

Jack had taken Owen from his lowest point in life and gave him a purpose. He had given him not only a job but a reason. A reason to carry on. One of the most powerful human motivators was purposefulness. A sense of reason, a sense of belonging. Owen belonged. To Torchwood, to Jack, to Ianto, to this world, this life. He belonged. Jack knew that even when Owen didn't. So he had hired him on the spot. It was all welcome-to-Torchwood-Mr. Harper after that. Hiring Owen was the only thing that felt right to Jack. Seeing how hurt he was, well that just kicked Jack's plan into action even more.

Jack hadn't planned on Canary Wharf either. Actually there was a lot Jack hadn't planned on within his plan. Wasn't there a saying about the best laid plans and all that? Not like it mattered now. All that mattered was Ianto. Jack wasn't going to bow out of the plan, not when Ianto was hurting this much. Not when the young man needed him more than ever. Way back when Jack would have never been considered selfless, a con man, a fool, a tad...friendly maybe. But not selfless. Now though, he was whatever Ianto needed him to be.

Torchwood Fic: Memory Lane (2/?)

2008-06-05T16:25:33Z

Title: Memory Lane (2/?)
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Ianto, Jack/Owen/Ianto.
Rating: R so far
Spoilers: 2.13 Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack has a plan. Well more like a general idea of what he was going to do really. Anyway, Jack has a plan and it all started way back when.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, RTD owns my soul.
Notes: This fic starts out when Ianto and Owen are in college. Just wanted to clear that up in case there were any questions. Comments are love and greatly appreciated : ) Oh and this is un-beta'd so bear with me if you will.

x-posted at: jackxianto, doctor_teaboy, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

Part One: http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/7163.html#cutid1

Jack was back at the university...again. He'd been spending his days there "weevil hunting." At least that's what he told Alex. Truth be told, he had cleared up the entire nest of weevils that first night. He'd been so eager to be done with the job, done with torturing himself over a certain Welsh co-ed. And yet here he was, waiting and watching by the photocopy machine. No, Jack hated libraries...honest he did. He no longer felt anything for Photocopy Hottie and his tight black pants. Lie His mind betrayed.

Jack adds another packet of sugar to the coffee cup in front of him and stirs absentmindedly kicking up the cream settled at the bottom and watches it as it changes from dark brown to warm tan. He slowly brings the cup to his lips and takes a hesitant sip. Not bad/ He thinks taking another sip. Not terribly great either.

"You think you'd at least be able to find a decent cup of coffee on a college campus. What is this world coming to?" He asked no one in particular but was surprised to hear a response.

"Well that's because you don't know where to go."

Jack glanced up to see none other than Ianto Jones in all his jean clad glory smiling down at him. "Is that so? And where do you suggest I go for good coffee?"

"I'll take you to the best place for coffee...after you tell me what happened last night."

"Okay." Jack started. "I was walking around campus last night and I...stopped to look up at the stars. Then I kind of starting chatting up this cute guy who came up next to me babbling about falling asleep in astronomy class. And then I--"

"You know what I mean." Ianto fixes Jack with a look. "And I don't babble."

"Fine." Jack looks around. "But we can't talk here."

"Okay. Come with me." Ianto grabs Jack's hand.

Ianto leads him up a series of spiral staircases until they reach the most secluded spot in the library.

"Okay, go."

"The creature you saw me with last night was called a weevil. They're generally harmless, in fact you wouldn't even notice they existed had they not come up looking for food."

"Food?"

"Yeah they...um...well."

"The two missing students?" Jack shakes his head yes. "Let me guess, not so missing?"

"Nope. I could say with a pretty good degree of certainty that I know where they ended up."

Ianto stands a bit dazed. "...Okay."

"So," Jack claps his hands together. "how about that coffee?"

Ianto brings his head up to look into Jack's eyes. He can't tell if the long coat clad man in front of him is serious or not. But he did promise coffee for information. "Yeah...sure."

Ianto leads Jack back outside and off campus turning right and heading towards his apartment.

"We're going off campus?"

"I thought you wanted good coffee." Ianto says turning towards Jack.

"I...I do. It's just there aren't any businesses down here...just apartment buildings."

"I know."

Jack cocks an eyebrow towards Ianto's cool demeanor. "I see. So this was really just an elaborate plan to get me back to your flat then?"

Ianto's speechless and flails for the right words, any words to respond.

Jack catches up with Ianto and leans in close. "Cause that I could most definitely be up for." Jack carries on ahead of Ianto and he jogs to catch up with him.

Ianto finishes making the coffee and sets the mug down in front of Jack. "There you go. Best coffee in Cardiff."

"You make the best coffee?"

"You sound surprised."

"I am. Pleasantly so." Jack oogled Ianto openly, never the shy type. "So...should I just...Dive in?" Jack smiled over at Ianto.

"I think that's best sir."

Sir. Hmm...I like that. How can one word be so sexy. Then again any word coming from that gorgeous mouth would sound sexy and amazing and oh God why does he have to have a boyfriend? I mean that can be taken care of...no wait, bad Jack. Bad, bad Jack. But good, good Ianto. Damn my pension for unavailable men.

"So I know this might sound...odd but I just realized I don't even know your name." Ianto blushes slightly at the thought. Jack of course just adds it to the list of things he likes about Ianto Jones.

Jack flashes Ianto a grin. "Captain Jack Harkness."

"Captain? That would explain the coat."

Jack just continues to stare and smile seductively at Ianto.

Oh God he's a captain. A weevil catching Captain. This is definitely not what I expected. Why is he staring at me...Not that I mind of course. It's not everyday you get gorgeous captains staring at you with big blue, amazing eyes. No, wait. Bad Ianto. Very bad Ianto. Think of Owen. Owen laughing...kissing Owen. Owen...Owen with the Captain. No wait...again, bad Ianto. Wait a minute, captain. Captain of what?

"So uh...what kind of captain are you?"

"The full service kind."

More dirty thoughts. Bad Ianto. Why does everything he say have to be dirty? And why am I not finding that a bad quality?

"Oh...well uh. More coffee?"

"Yes please. But don't bother yourself, I'll get it." Jack stands up grabbing both of the mugs off the table.

He slowly fills each cup adding cream and sugar. Then he hands Ianto back his cup and leans against the counter carefully sipping his coffee. God I want to kiss him right now. Jack thinks eyeing Ianto's casual stance. Fuck it he won't remember this tomorrow.

Jack takes one long stride over to where Ianto is standing, their face inches apart. He grabs the half empty mug and sets it on the table. He stares into Ianto's eyes and sees surprise and something else lingering in them.

Oh God he's going to kiss me.

Jack smiles knowingly, leans down and presses his lips to Ianto's lightly at first then with more pressure. Ianto hesitates for a second then brings his right hand up and curls it through the captain's hair as Jack moans into the kiss. This is way more than Jack could have ever asked for. Ianto's lips are even more amazing than they look and he tastes like coffee and chocolate and sex all at once. Ianto groans against Jack's lips and suddenly feels light headed. Whether it's from the coffee, the lack of sleep, or Jack he's not sure. But if he had to guess it would have to be because of the mysterious captain currently taking up residence in his kitchen.

They pull apart and stand for a while gazing at each other breathing heavily. "I'm sorry Ianto." Jack says at last cupping his cheek gently."

Ianto smiles. "Don't. That was...amazing."

"That's not what I'm sorry about." Jack rubs his thumb over Ianto's cheek. "Goodnight Jones."

Jack feels Ianto slump against him almost instantly and he carries him into the bedroom, tucks him in and kisses his forehead lightly. He leaves the apartment shuddering against the sudden chill in the air. Fuck I really shouldn't have done that.

The next morning Ianto wakes up to Owen's arm wrapped around his waist. His head is buzzing and he can't remember anything that happened last night. However, he feels like the arm currently hugging him closer isn't the one he wants wrapped around him.

He groans and goes over to sit on the side of the bed rubbing his face.

"What did you do last night?" Owen asks sleepily from behind him.

"I really have no idea." Ianto replies getting up to take a shower.

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Jack's been up pacing all night, all morning, all week actually. One whole week since Jack retconned Ianto Jones. And since then he's been keeping his distance, no more "weevil hunting", no more coffee breaks, no more Photocopy Hottie. Jack had quit cold turkey. Honest he had. Oh okay, one little slip up had to happen eventually. Two days in Jack had checked in on Ianto. Just to make sure the retcon didn't affect him in any major way. That's it...well, that and to see him again. For the last time.

Jack had peered out from behind the large brick building feeling like a cross between a peeping Tom and a stalker. He had seen Ianto sitting on a bench in the quad when Owen plopped down beside him grinning and holding out a cup of coffee for him. Ianto smiled back and kissed Owen sweetly. Jack's anger has surged for a second before he remembered that he had no claim over Ianto. Hell, Ianto didn't even know who Jack was let alone remember that they had kissed like that once too.

It was at that particular moment Jack had kicked his plan into action. Well not so much a well formed plan as a general idea of what he was to do if we're being honest.

Torchwood Fic: Memory Lane (1/?)

2008-06-03T04:17:05Z

Title: Memory Lane
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Ianto, Jack/Owen/Ianto.
Rating: R so far
Spoilers: 2.13 Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack has a plan. Well more like a general idea of what he was going to do really. Anyway, Jack has a plan and it all started way back when.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, RTD owns my soul.
Notes: This fic starts out when Ianto and Owen are in college. Just wanted to clear that up in case there was any confusion. Comments are love and greatly appreciated : )

x-posted at: jackxianto, torchwood_fic, doctor_teaboy and torchwoodcoffee.

Captain Jack Harkness had never been terribly fond of libraries. He didn't really read all that much and he hated the smell. Musty old books were definitely not one of Jack's kinks...however he did know a few people that were easily enticed by him when surrounded by stacks of old books. No Jack never had a library fetish until he caught sight of the young man by the photocopier. Jack was sitting down at one of the more secluded tables in the back of the library, his feet on the tabletop absently thumbing through a book. Though he wasn't really reading, he was just waiting. Waiting and watching. Technically he was just supposed to be waiting until dark to catch the nest of weevils that lurked underneath the university's grounds. But the watching of Photocopy Hottie, as Jack had dubbed him, had almost become priority number one as Jack looked him up and down. His eyes first settling on the toned buttocks fitting snugly in the tight black jeans. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. Jack thought he would have looked like a waiter had it not been for the cord necklace and black scuffed up Converses that just screamed college student.

All of sudden another boy came up behind Photocopy Hottie and leaned in close whispering in his ear. Jack leaned in closer to hear the words being spoken suddenly more curious than he had been before.

"Jones do you have any idea what those pants are doing to me?" the other man breathed in his ear.

So his name was Jones...or more likely his last name. Who would name their kid Jones for christ sakes. Jones. Jack thought mindlessly. Oh the things he and Mr. Jones could get up to. Jack smiled at the thought.

"I think I do. Especially from your current position, Harper." Jones hissed out hands gripping the photocopy machine in front of him.

Harper ground his hips into Jones who moaned softly and grabbed the photocopy machine tighter. Harper couldn't keep his shit-eating grin off his face. "Ready to go?"

"Owen." Jones said his breathing ragged. He turned around to face Owen. "I have to make these copies. You know that. I don't know why you insist on coming if you're just going to try to get me to leave ten minutes after we get here." Jones goes to push Owen back slightly to no avail. Owen just closes in on Jones more and grins lecherously.

"C'mon Ianto." Owen runs his hands down Ianto's sides and cups his ass slightly. "Don't you want to go home?" Owen brings his lips to Ianto's and they kiss passionately, hands running over every inch of each other.

Jack's eyes grow wider as the two young men share an intimate kiss. They're obviously together and have been for some time. For some reason Jack is turned on and pissed off all at once. Photocopy Hottie...I mean Ianto Jones was supposed to be Jack's. Jack mentally slaps himself. Jones doesn't belong to anyone, least of all him.

They two men pull apart and stare into each other's eyes for a second before Ianto speaks. "Bastard. You never fight fair."

"Neither do you Jones. What did I say about wearing those pants in public?"

Ianto rolls his eyes. "That if I do I'm just asking for you to paw at me."

"I believe my exact words were," Owen clears his throat. "if you wear those pants again I'm going to have to fuck you senseless. Regardless of where we happen to be at the time. Personally, I think I've shown great restraint on my part."

Jones rolls his eyes again. "Of course you do." Owen gives Ianto the puppy dog eyes and Ianto relents. "Fine. We can go now. But you better behave on the way home. We don't need to get caught by campus security again."

"Why not? I think they quite enjoyed the show." Owen grins wickedly at Ianto who blushes a deep shade of red.

Jack watches the two men leave hand in hand and sighs mournfully. So much for him and Photocopy Hottie. Why do all the good looking ones have boyfriends? Jack thinks sadly.

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Jack looks forward to two o'clock in the morning. It's his favorite time really. Still dark enough to be considered night but it's morning. He walks across the dew covered grounds of the campus and marvels at the beauty. The oak tree lined quad provides good options for cover in case he needs to duck into the shadows unexpectedly. Weevils were tricky enough on their own but a nest of them? That was just asking for trouble. But Jack being Jack had taken the job alone. Jack crunches through the carelessly discarded leaves and looks at the stars above him admiring how something so simple could be so complex in theory. But Jack of all people knew what was out there, what lurked behind the diamond-speckled sky.

"Amazing aren't they?" The question comes from Jack's left as he sees Photocopy Hottie come up next to him. "I mean their energy could have burned up billions of years ago and yet we can still see them. Still enjoy them as we were made to."

Jack looks over at Ianto's face. "Yeah. Amazing. Astronomy major?"

"Nah. Took the introductory course last semester though. Hardest class I've ever taken. The professor almost put me to sleep every class. Actually once he did. For some reason they seem to get mad when you fall asleep during class."

Jack chuckles. "Can't imagine why."

"Basically, the class was shit. And all I ended up with was a rather expensive textbook-shaped pillow and a C- for my efforts."

Jack couldn't help but crack a smile. "Ahh college. It's all coming back to me now."

Ianto holds out his hand for Jack to shake. "Jones. Ianto Jones."

"Well Jones, Ianto Jones. Want to do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Duck." Jack says as he grabs a fallen branch from beside him and smacks the weevil on top of his head leaving it to stagger back before finally falling down. He springs into action taking out the aerosol can from his back pocket and sprays the creature unconscious before pulling the small brown sack over it's head. "Nice meeting you Jones." Jack walks towards the Torchwood SUV weevil slung heavily over his right shoulder.

"Wait!" Ianto calls after him. "What the Hell was that? And who the Hell are you?"

Jack turns around walking closer to Ianto. He looks him up and down appreciatively, winks and turns to walk back to the already full car. Ianto stands in a stunned silence watching the older man gracefully retreat across the courtyard, grey coat fanning out behind him.

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Jack walks through the cog door smiling the look on the young Welshman's face as he turned to walk away earlier.

"Good trip I take it?" Alex questions perched atop his desk coffee cup in hand.

"Very successful."

"What's his name?"

Jack grins at his boss. "What makes you say that?"

"You only get that look after you've met someone, slept with someone, or won something. And I don't see any new trinkets. So I'll ask you again, what's his name?"

"Jones. Ianto Jones."

"Good Welsh name. You did always like accents."

Jack smiles at how well his boss knows him. "Weevils are out in the car if you feel like bringing them in."

"Weevils as in plural?"

"As in five."

"Five? By yourself? You're a beast Harkness."

"I try sir." Jack heads towards his station. "Oh that reminds me, we're out of tranquilizers."

Torchwood Fic: Personal Day (Owen/Tosh) R

2008-05-12T22:49:22Z

Title: Personal Day
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Tosh/Owen
Rating: R/Adult-ish
Spoilers: 2.01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang mainly. But also 2.12 Fragments.
Summary: Jack give the team the rest of the day off from Torchwood after Captain John Hart takes his leave.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Torchwood however, RTD owns my soul.

Notes: the ridiculously loud song Owen hears blaring from the living room is Pumpkin Soup by Kate Nash. If you've never heard of her or it, you should check it out. It basically inspired me to write this. Oh and this fic is mildly ridiculous but I'm in a playful mood because school's out and I'm loving it! Hope you like it and if not that you're at least mildly amused.

Written for the twdw_ficathon prompt #31, Indulge.
Hope you all like it!

x-posted at: deadweird, torchwood_fic, owentosh, and tw_fanfiction.

Owen Harper was a right and true bachelor. Honestly he was. He never allowed himself to need another woman after Katie. And Diane...well, she'd taken off before Owen could have made anything out of their truly fucked up situation. Yes Owen Harper was a bachelor, a lone wolf...or something like that. So his little visit to Tosh's flat the day after they'd sent John Hart back to where he came from was just...well, it was...just to make sure she was okay. Yeah, that's it. He was a doctor after all, a check-up is an expected thing in his profession. John had hit Toshiko quite hard after all. I mean sure, he'd been shot but then again he was used to that feeling. And Owen really had no expected reason for just opening Tosh's door with the spare key he'd given her. I mean he should have knocked but if Tosh was in pain...or in a fragile state she might not want to answer the door. And everyone needs a friend especially during tough times. So yeah if you asked him later to explain his actions that day well he'd just say he was being a good friend. Owen Harper, best friend extraordinaire. That's what he was....just a really, really good friend.

Owen let himself into Tosh's flat and set down the lunch he had brought for them on the kitchen counter. He could hear some ridiculously loud song blaring from the living room and moved towards the sound only to stop dead in his tracks at what he saw. Tosh. Tosh dancing. Tosh dancing in nothing but her underwear and a tight tank top. Tosh dancing in nothing but her underwear and a tight tank top was doing something to Owen. Something Owen very much enjoyed on a regular basis. Just never from Tosh. Whatever rational thought or gentlemanly action Owen should have had or taken he always did the opposite. That was just who he was. At this point in time though no rational thoughts or gentlemanly actions came to mind for him to promptly ignore. Just dirty thoughts...and very ungentlemanly actions.

Bad Owen. Bad, bad Owen. This is Tosh we're talking about. Sweet, nice, adorable computer geek Tosh. Sweet, nice, adorable computer geek Tosh who's swaying hips were most definitely eliciting a response from Owen. Or...the lower half of Owen anyway. The top half was currently reduced to mush. Hello is Owen's brain around? 'Fraid not mate. Check back later! Dead. Gone. No brain here. Sorry to disappoint.

Tosh bent down still swaying to the music and started organizing her DVD's. Owen laughs lightly to himself. She's cleaning, of course. Only Tosh would spend her day off from work cleaning and organizing. She moves on to the CD's when she's finished with the movies. Yeah you alphabetize those CD's. Owen thinks tilting his head for a better view of Tosh's rounded bottom. Wait a tick. No. Bad Owen. Bad, bad Owen. Stop thinking nasty, dirty thoughts about Tosh cleaning your flat with a feather duster in a French maid's uniform. Bad Owen. Damn it! Stop thinking it.

If you asked Owen to explain his actions that day he would have blamed in on the weather, on alien pheromones, on any damn thing but the truth. That Owen Harper was in love with Toshiko Sato. In a very, very non-friendly way. In a way he hadn't dared to let himself love anyone since Katie. No, Owen would have said anything but the truth because that's what he does. There was process involved with it really, an exact science to being Owen Harper. Deflect. Rephrase. Redirect. Simple as that. Deflect any statement that could be regarded as truth, rephrase it so it puts a mean connotation on it, and redirect the blame to the nearest person that could potentially be responsible. Three easy steps and you were done. No Owen's behavior had nothing to do with actual feelings, just...residual sexual tension. Yeah, that's what it is.

Tosh stood up still keeping time with the song and Owen admired her legs. Oogled her legs really. She turned around once again moving her hips around a little singing along with the radio until she noticed Owen standing in her living room one eyebrow raised in question.

"Oh shit." She breathes out reaching to shut off the radio. "What are you doing here? And how long have you been standing there?"

Owen eyed her coyly. "Long enough. Been working out I see. You look good."

Tosh blushes of her own accord. "Uh...thanks." She runs a hand through her hair. "Is there something wrong? At the hub?"

"No."

"Oh...so...why are you...uh, here?"

"Just came to see if you were okay." Owen moves closer and Tosh sucks in a breath. "Make sure John didn't hit you too hard." He brings her chin up so she's staring into his eyes. "You are okay, right?"

"Yeah...yes. I'm...uh..."

"Tongue tied?" Owen offers.

"You caught me in a weird...uh, mood."

Owen runs his hand down her slender neck, over her shoulder, down her side, until it rests firmly against her hip. "Is that so?"

She just shakes her yes in response.

He chuckles. "Must be something in the air."

Tosh ducks her head and smiles. "Could be." She starts to move out of Owen's grasp but his firm hands on her hips trap her in. "Owen. If you're going to stick around I'll need to go put something on."

"Why? I quite like you like this."

She blushes again. "Owen. Stop playing around."

He leans in close to her ear. "Who's playing? Well we could but it wouldn't be the kind you're talking about." He feels her suck in a breath giving him all he needs to carry on. "Is that what you want Tosh? To play?"

He sees her chest rising and falling, can feel her heart racing, almost hear her heated blood coursing through her veins. She's staring into his eyes trying to decide if he's kidding. He's not. She knows he's not because of the pure heat radiating from his body, the lust she sees in his eyes. She swallows thickly and licks her lips without thinking. Owen groans from deep inside his throat. So much for keeping a cool exterior Harper. He scolds himself inwardly. She smiles knowing she has the control now. Usually Owen's the one in control but something tells him he wouldn't mind Tosh taking the reins.

She runs her hand down his chest feeling every muscle respond to her touch and smiles again knowingly. She reaches the waistband of his jeans and stills her hand for a moment before reaching inside the dark denim. Owen throws his head back and moans loudly.

"Fuck Tosh that feels good."

"Mmm." She removes her hand and Owen lets out a small whimper. She grins again. She's starting to like annoying Owen. I mean she always enjoyed it but she particularly enjoys it when sex is involved.

"Tosh. Please." Owen pleads. "Again." He pulls her to him letting her feel his arousal. He twists his hips into hers and she moans lightly. Now its his turn to grin down at her teasingly.

"Bastard." She breathes out.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" He laughs.

"You have no idea." She slowly lets a smile wash over her features. That smile drives Owen ten kinds of crazy just thinking of the possibilities of Tosh's payback.

He leans down and kisses her hard his lips searching for something Owen can't even begin to understand. Comfort? Maybe. Lust? Most definitely. Love? Hopefully. Tosh pulls his head down, closer to her, deepening the kiss. She runs her hands through his hair and he lets out a small moan.

"Bedroom. Now." Tosh commands breaking the kiss.

"Is that an order?" He jokes before kissing down her neck.

"Yes." She says her face serious. "And if you don't get your ass in that room right now you'll fully understand the meaning of payback, Doctor Harper."

Owen groans in anticipation and undresses on his way into Tosh's bedroom leaving a trail of clothes across her flat.

"Thank God for personal days." He breathes out.

Tosh just grins wickedly and kicks the bedroom door shut with her foot.

The End.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Comments are greatly appreciated.

Torchwood Fic: A Night Without Spooky-Do's (R)

2008-05-05T03:44:51Z

Title: A Night Without Spooky-Do's
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/PC Andy Davidson.
Rating: R
Spoilers: through S1, mentions of 2.01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Summary: Jack has gone to look for his Doctor and Ianto gets a night away from the mayhem Torchwood brings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: I'm a big PC Andy fan and I wanted to try to write something with him and Ianto in it so I hope you like it. If you do, there may be more from them in the future. Comments are greatly appreciated!

x-posted at: torchwood_fic, spooky_andy, jackxianto, and pcandy_love.

Ianto walked into one of Cardiff's poshest gay bars and took a seat at the counter. He sighs loudly putting his head in his hands. Jack had been gone for a while now and Ianto had spent most nights alone waiting for his Captain. He scoffs inwardly at the thought. What a stupid idea. Ianto Jones does not pine...doesn't wait around for others to make up their mind. So when the rift finally allowed for the team to have a normal night out Ianto takes advantage of the opportunity. He orders a scotch and sips it carefully feeling the liquid move slowly down his throat. He leans his head back and cracks his neck, lightly rubbing at the base of his neck trying to ease the tension that's been building all day.

"Having a break from your spooky do's are you?"

Ianto recognizes the voice instantly. "PC Davidson. They've got you on drunk detail? That's quite unfortunate." Ianto turns around and takes in Andy's casual clothing. He starts at the easy-going smile on his face, works his way to the crisp, white button up shirt hanging slightly open, moves on to the shoulders framed exquisitely by a short leather motorcycle jacket, and stops for a second raising his eyebrows at the tight dark blue jeans.

Andy grins at Ianto's obvious appreciation of the sight before him. "Not quite. I'm off duty for tonight."

"Well that makes two of us then." Ianto motions to the stool next to him. "Let me buy you a drink PC Davidson?"

"Only if you'll call me Andy."

Ianto smiles lecherously. "I can call you whatever you'd like."

"Andy will do just fine for now Mr. Jones."

Ianto grins over his glass at Andy.

They talk for a few more hours, over a few more drinks. Ianto finds himself enjoying Andy's company more than he could have ever imagined. The conversation's easy, the banter enjoyable. He only allows his eyes to travel over Andy's figure every once and a while although Ianto's sure Andy catches him every time.

"See something you like Jones?" Andy asks taking a sip of his beer.

Yep, he's definitely been catching his glances. "All of it looks good from where I'm sitting." Ianto replies cooly.

"Is that so?"

Ianto just raises one eyebrow and grins. God Ianto's wicked grins drive Andy absolutely crazy. His smiles play up his gorgeous mouth and Andy's eyes go automatically to his lips every time. He thinks he's being a bit more stealth than Ianto is at this point though. Andy almost reached out to touch Ianto's plumb bottom lip but catches himself before he does, hands clamped together under the table. Andy's always been shy when it comes to making the first move.

"See something you like Davidson?" Ianto mocks staring out from under his lashes.

Andy does something uncharacteristic and leans over and whispers in Ianto's ear. "How about we get out of here and I'll show just how much I like what I see."

Ianto's eyes widen for a second then look over lust-filled at Andy's suggestion. Clearly he's surprised both of them with his actions. Ianto smiles again wickedly and grabs Andy's hand leading him towards the door. They manage to reach the alley next to the bar before Ianto tosses Andy against the nearest wall. He kisses him furiously, pushing for everything Andy's got. Ianto's never been a selfish lover but tonight, in this moment he wants everything Andy can give him. Judging by Andy's reaction he's quite all right with the arrangement.

Andy flips Ianto so his back is pressed against the cold stone wall and struggles for control. He doesn't mind Ianto's neediness, the constant pushing for more. Andy will give him all that he asks for if Ianto will keep kissing him like this. It's mind-blowing really. Andy explores Ianto's mouth with his tongue which incites a moan from Ianto that goes straight to Andy's groin. He kicks himself for not doing this sooner. They wasted all that time talking when they could have been doing this? From now on PC Andy Davidson is a man of action only. Screw the flirting, the chit chat, and the subtext. They break apart breathless and Andy grins down at Ianto.

"We should get out of here before one of your mates at the station picks us up for indecent exposure." Ianto quips smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit.

Andy kisses him lightly on the lips and grabs his hand heading towards his apartment. When they reach Andy's door he fumbles for the keys. Partly because he's having difficulty breathing much less functioning with Ianto running smooth kisses down his neck. Andy lets out a small groan and Ianto smiles against his skin.

"Bastard." Andy spits out between shallow breaths.

Ianto just laughs, the vibrations sending shivers down Andy's spine. "You really should find that key soon otherwise I might have to take you in the hallway."

"I'm sure Mrs. Bernard in 2B would love that." Andy chuckles.

Andy finally finds the key and lets himself and Ianto into his flat. Ianto steps into the middle of the living room and stares around. He goes to the fireplace and looks over the photos displayed there. There's a couple of him and Gwen as well as a few other officers from the station, a few of what Ianto assumes to be the Davidson clan, and one of Andy and a tall handsome brunette with a strong jaw line. A whole other life that Ianto didn't know about, had never asked about. Now he was curious about that other life.

Andy comes up behind Ianto and kisses his neck lightly. Ianto leans his head back giving Andy easier access. He nips slightly at the sensitive area causing Ianto to moan softly. Andy slowly slides Ianto's suit jacket down over his shoulders and turns the younger man to face him. He stares into his eyes a silent question passing between them. Yes. They both want this....need this somehow.

Andy leads Ianto to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. He kisses and nips his way down Ianto's chest drawing gasps and moans from Ianto's full lips. Andy drops his lips to Ianto's once more and runs his hands through his hair. Ianto runs his hands over Andy's smooth chest feeling ever muscle respond to his touch. Ianto is enjoying kissing Andy, touching him. For the first time in months Ianto hasn't felt the void in his chest where Jack used to be. Instead all he can see is hands running over skin, feel lips meeting in the darkness, and hear guttural moans muffled by hungry kisses. That is until Ianto's phone vibrates in his pocket.

Andy groans against Ianto's neck and proceeds to climb off him, leaning on his elbow to stare at the flushed young man. "It seems your night off is over then?"

Ianto looks at who's calling seeing TORCHWOOD in big bold letters. "It appears so." Ianto looks over at Andy apologizing with his eyes. Andy nods in response, reaching over and running his hand through Ianto's hair once more before kissing him lightly. Ianto pulls away first grabbing for his shirt Andy discarded on his floor half-hazardly. Andy walks him to the door and kisses him again pulling at his waist, messing up his carefully done suit. Andy pulls away and grins at Ianto's frustrated look before kissing him on the cheek once more.

"You don't always have to be so perfect Jones." He whispers in Ianto's ear.

"Goodnight PC Davidson." Ianto mutters over his shoulder.

He returns to the hub to find Tosh, Owen, and Gwen piling their things into the SUV.

"What in the bloody hell took you so long?" Owen growls running towards the front seat. "You only live five bloody minutes away."

"I wasn't at home. I...I went out."

"Did you?" Gwen asked.

Ianto grins. "Yes I did."

Tosh looks over at Ianto's expression smiling. "Was he cute?"

"Very much so." Ianto replies sliding into the backseat with Tosh.

"Would you girls stop your gossiping long enough for us to catch this alien." Owen speeds away after a shiny new red sports car.

Jack returns that night. All smiles and innuendos. Almost like he never left. But he did. Ianto knows, he's been keeping track. Ticking off the days in his mind. After a while he stopped counting, figuring that if Jack had found his doctor they'd never see him again anyway so what was the point in hoping. But he's here, he came back. For him. Them, he corrects. Captain Jack Harkness never shows emotion. At least not in front of everyone else. But Ianto can remember nights when it was just Jack and him lying in bed sharing sweet kisses and whispered I Love You's. But Jack left without so much as a goodbye so Ianto never really took the words Jack said between sex to be true. But here he was standing in front of Ianto as if nothing had ever happened, as if he had never left taking a piece of Ianto with him.

They get called out on a mission, more rift activity. More of the same. Ianto thinks disinterested. He could care less about aliens and rift activity, it's all just more of the same damn bullshit he's been dealing with more and more since Jack left. He instead thinks of a certain officer in a soft black motorcycle jacket kissing his neck, biting softly on the sensitive points causing electric sparks to shoot up his spine. Ianto draws in a breath, and hopes no one heard him.

Tosh leans over and whispers in his ear. "Thinking about your boy? The one from earlier?"

Ianto just nods his head. Tosh understands. Not here, not now. Not in front of Jack. Not that Ianto should care if Jack heard. After all he'd been galavanting all over God knows where with a man known only as the Doctor doing God knows what while they did. No Ianto didn't care one bit what Jack did with his doctor so why should Jack care if Ianto went out and met someone too. Ianto's so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn't hear Jack's question until everyone starts piling out of the SUV.

"Go talk to your police friend, see what's going on."

Gwen nods in response heading towards Andy.

"Another one of your spooky-do's is it?" He asks Gwen holding up the police tape for Torchwood to step under.

Ianto falls in line with the rest keeping his head down until he gets to Andy then looks up and grins. Andy smiles back in response and slaps him once, lightly, on the bottom. Ianto turns his head looking over at Andy with surprise. Andy just grins lecherously in response causing Ianto's heart rate to increase drastically. Ianto puts his head back down and walks over to where the rest of the team is assembled all ready hard at work.

Jack looks up to see where Ianto has gone off to when he notices the young man pause briefly by PC Andy Davidson. Jack's eyes widen when he sees Andy slap Ianto's ass on his way past him. Ianto looks back surprised and Andy grins in response to Ianto's unanswered question. Jack shakes his head assuming he's seen it wrong. PC Andy and Ianto? His Ianto. That's just crazy. Jack had been gone for a while it's true, but not that long. Not long enough for Ianto to completely change his tastes to swing...well, swing Andy's way. Jack must be seeing things, must just be sexually frustrated or something. PC Andy and Ianto? He laughs inwardly at his own ridiculousness. Of course Ianto wasn't with Andy. Ianto was loyal until the end. Loyal to him, to Jack only. Jack goes back to work looking up only to notice Ianto and Andy exchange looks across the deserted street. He clears his mind one more time assuring himself he's only seeing things. But just in case, Jack wraps his arm around Ianto's waist possessively as they examine the body closer.

Andy comes over to where Jack and Ianto are standing and brushes against Ianto slightly. Ianto sucks in a breath, all of his nerves on high alert. Jack looks over at Ianto questioningly who keeps his eyes to the pavement oblivious to Jack's stares. Andy runs his hands over Ianto's waist eliciting a small gasp from his full lips. Jack narrows his eyes at Andy using all his strength not to punch the officer right then and there. Ianto clears his throat and excuses himself for a second, walking away into the night. Andy looks over at Jack and smiles before he walks off heading in the same direction as Ianto. Jack starts after him when Gwen grabs his arm pulling him back to the team.

"Leave him be Jack." Gwen stares into his eyes. "He's been miserable for months."

Jack glares back at her, then to the alley where he saw Andy enter a few moments before. "Fine." He grits out between clenched teeth.

Jack waits for Ianto to return to the hub that night after they send John back to where he came from but he never shows. As the twilight turns into early morning Jack stops waiting up finally letting sleep overcome him. He wakes up a few hours later to the hub bustling and alive. He stands around looking for the familiar sight of Ianto's suits but is greeting only by Tosh's smiling face.

"Morning sir."

"Morning Tosh, you're in early. Is Ianto here yet?"

She looks down at her feet. "Uh...no, not yet."

"Oh...Okay."

Tosh shoots him a pitying look, which Jack hates, and goes back to her computer. He goes back to his office and broods silently.

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Ianto wakes up to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. He swings his legs out of bed, slipping on his boxers before he steps into the kitchen. He moves toward the figure standing by the coffee pot and kisses his shoulder blade before sliding his arms around his waist.

"Good morning to you too Jones." Andy says handing Ianto a cup of coffee.

"Mmm. Thank you."

"Ianto really should have made the coffee." Jack comes through the kitchen carrying this morning's newspaper frowning at the steaming cup in his hand.

"Love you too Harkness." Andy quips sitting down at the table with his breakfast.

"Don't worry, he's just jealous." Ianto kisses Andy lightly on the lips, joining him at the table.

"Har, har, har." Jack sits across from Andy in the seat next to Ianto and runs his hand across Ianto's back.

"He bloody well should be. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a catch." Andy jokes over his coffee cup.

Ianto grins cheekily over at the officer. Jack just rolls his eyes Ianto style. They laugh and joke through the rest of breakfast Andy leading them to the door after. He kisses Jack softly and Ianto a little more aggressively before tapping his buttocks once more on his way out. Ianto just shakes his head and smiles back at Andy before getting into the elevator with Jack.

"You know," Jack starts. "I really like Andy. We should do this more often."

The End.

Let me know what you think. I can take it, I promise.

Torchwood Ficlet: Medicine Man PG-13

2008-04-29T18:52:21Z

Title: Medicine Man
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Tosh/Tommy, Tosh/Owen.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Episode 2.03 "To The Last Man"
Summary: Tommy's gone back to his own time and Tosh is having trouble accepting that he's gone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood however, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: Wrote this after I re-watched "To The Last Man." I just really loved how Owen treated Tosh in this episode plus, I really love Tommy's character. Thanks! And I've been listening to a lot of The Hush Sound lately so the title is a song by The Hush Sound (which is amazing).

x-posted at deadweird, torchwood_fic, and owentosh.

Tosh had to let Tommy go. She really and truly did. But seeing her like this...Owen hated seeing Tosh upset in any capacity. But especially when it involved someone she loved. She always too the hit of their loss to heart. She'd always do the same thing, put on a brave face for them, send them on their way, and then cry alone about it later when no one else could see her. She always did hate people seeing her cry. Toshiko Sato, ever the brave face.

Owen hears the muffled sniffles behind her apartment door and feels a pang in his chest. It killed him to see her like this. Tommy was a good guy. He really was. And Owen liked him...I mean well, everyone liked him. What's not to like...apart from the left hook Owen always received to the jaw they were good friends. Honestly. He was never jealous of Tommy...Owen Harper jealous of a dead man. Well, an essentially dead man. A dead frozen man...a half dead frozen man? Either way, Owen wasn't jealous. Really, he wasn't.

He wraps his knuckles across Tosh's door once, twice. He hears her trying to calm herself down...put the brave face back up. She shuffles to the door and opens it. She gives him a brokenhearted smile and all Owen can do is wrap his arms around her. A new flood of tears break loose and Tosh's entire body is wracking with sobs.

He half leads/half carries her to her bedroom, lays her down between the sheets, and climbs in next to her. She wraps her body around his, molding herself into ever bit of space she can. She holds onto Owen like he's a lifeline. Her own personal savior. Owen just hugs her tighter and presses light kisses in her hair. He rubs soothing circles on her back until her sobs quiet down to just a few stray tears here and there. He breathes in her scent knowing he's here just as much for himself as he is for her. He holds her through the night, letting her grief wash over him. He tries to ease her pain any way possible, any way he knows how.

When the sun rises so does Owen. He gets up and puts on a pot of coffee, makes Tosh breakfast. Anything he can do for her...anything within his power. He'd do anything she asked if he could. If she'd let him. She comes out of her bedroom stretching and smiles lightly. He grins back. A silent understanding. Last night was comfort, for them both. Owen sets a plate of food down in front of her, grabs her a cup of coffee, and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Just as he's about to leave she reaches for his arm. "Stay." She says as more of a request than a question. "Just for a little longer." She whispers out barely audible over the city coming to life outside. Her eyes are starting to water again and he wishes he could take away all of Toshiko's pain.

He sits down next to her at the table and grabs her hand pulling her closer. "All you had to do was ask." He whispers in her ear.

He doesn't know what he feels for her, only that he hasn't felt like this for a very long time. She wipes away her tears with the back of her free hand and kisses him lightly on his cheek. She leans her head against his shoulder and holds on for dear life. His features remain calm and collected. She knows that he doesn't like to appear emotional. But she's seen him at his very worst and yet somehow she still sticks around. Still waits for when Owen drops his cool facade and lets her in. Because when he does, it's beautiful. Tosh knows that waiting around for those she loves to come around is incredibly stupid and yet she continues to do it. She waits, patient as ever because that's who she is. Patient, kind, unwavering, Toshiko Sato.

The End.

Torchwood Fic: Memories that Fade Like Photographs (7/7)

2008-04-24T17:55:08Z

Title: Memories That Fade Like Photographs (7/7)
Author: addictdtowords or my_soul__
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Ianto/Sydney, Jack/Sydney
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through 2.09 Something Borrowed.
Summary: It seems Torchwood is always dealing with Jack's exes...one way or another.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Torchwood. However, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: I created the character Sydney, and as far as I know she doesn't exist outside the context of my
mind. Please don't hate me if she perhaps comes between some of our favorite couples. Thanks! Oh and the title is an All Time Low song.

x-posted at: deadweird, owentosh, torchwood_fic, jackxianto.

Chapter One - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4073.html#cutid1
Chapter Two - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4163.html#cutid1
Chapter Three - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4413.html#cutid1
Chapter Four - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4718.html#cutid1
Chapter Five - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/5340.html#cutid1
Chapter Six - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/5717.html#cutid1

Ianto descends the stairs gracefully heading towards Tosh's work station. "Hey. Where'd Sydney get off to?"

"I think she went home. A while ago actually."

"Oh." Ianto wonders why he didn't notice. "Thanks Tosh."

"No problem."

Ianto goes to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea and Owen comes over to Tosh smiling brightly.

"So I was thinking--" He starts.

"That's always dangerous." Tosh quips her fingers still clacking away on her computer.

"Har, har, har. Instead of picking on the dead man how about we get lunch instead?"

"Owen you can't eat. At all." Tosh looks over at him. "Jack told me about your projectile vomit episode. I don't think anyone else should have to witness that."

"I promise I won't eat. Or vomit." Owen holds up his hand. "Scout's honor."

"Well...okay."

They leave the hub saying their goodbyes to Jack, Ianto, and Gwen.

Ianto goes home for lunch, hoping to catch Sydney there. He opens the door, takes off his jacket and walks into the kitchen looking for her. Instead he finds her sitting on the couch looking over old photo albums of Ianto's. Ianto comes the back of the couch and kisses Sydney lightly on the cheek.

"He loves you." She says never looking up from the book spread out in front of her.

There are photos of Ianto and Jack around the hub, at the park with the rest of the team. Jack had decided that spending a rare beautiful day in Cardiff stuck at the hub was a waste of the sunshine. They all went to park together. Tosh and Owen fought over everything and nothing at the same time, Gwen just sat laughing at them, and Jack and Ianto spent the whole day passing knowing glances back and forth. It had been a perfect day.

Ianto nuzzles her neck breathing in her scent. "Who?"

"Jack."

"Sydney."

"I thought it was just casual." She laughs at herself. "Thought you were just one of his replaceables. Like me. But you're not, are you?" She forces herself to look him in the eye. "He'd keep you. He'll always keep you."

Ianto can see the tears starting to form in her eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, cupping her face. She leans into his touch, brings his palm to her lips and kisses it once softly. She gets up and heads towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Ianto asks his face a mix of sadness and curiousity.

Sydney turns around and comes over to him. "Home." She kisses him softly on the lips. "Goodbye Mr. Jones."

"Don't leave." Ianto breathes out his forehead resting against hers.

She touches his chest, right above his heart. "I promise to keep you Ianto Jones. But I can't compete with Jack Harkness. Never could." She smiles lightly.

"You don't have to."

"Ianto." She touches his face. "I'll always love you."

"I love you too."

"I know." Her fingers brush lightly over his cheek. "You just love him a little more."

He stares into her eyes. "Sydney."

She puts up her and to silence him. "Don't. This is how it should be. I've seen him around you. You're the only one who could ever change Jack Harkness. You'd be a hero on other planets, in other lifetimes, you know."

Ianto laughs. "You changed him too."

"Never happen. But he changed me. And somehow that's enough." She kisses his forehead and turns to leave.

Tosh and Owen walk back toward the hub laughing and enjoying the feeling of each other's company.

"She did not!"

Owen laughs heartily. "I swear she did! I had no idea what was going on. I was bloody terrified out of my mind."

Tosh laughs loudly tears forming in her eyes. "I can't believe it."

Owen smiles over at Tosh. He loves her laugh. Always has really. "Tosh." He breathes out pulling her to him staring intently into her eyes.

She exhales a small breath. "Owen?"

"I was jealous."

"What?"

"The other night. When you went on your date. I was...jealous of that guy. That's why I went to the restaurant, why I got so mad, why I...called him a wanker." Owen rubs the back of his neck. "I was...so jealous of him."

"Why?"

"Because Tosh. He can...he can touch you. He gets to kiss you. Be with you."

"Owen."

"No." He stops her. "You don't have to say anything. I just...I just want you to know how I feel. I love you Tosh. And I know I completely screwed it up. I waited too long to tell you. And...Marc seems like a good guy so--"

Owen is cut of by Tosh's lips on his. Searching, crushing down filled with years of pent up love and passion. His cold lips are slowly heated by hers and Tosh wraps her arms around his neck pulling him closer. His hands are on her face, in her hair, her hips. He touches every inch he can get his hands on relishing every second of this.

"So...Marc's out of the picture then." He laughs out after they pull apart.

Tosh smiles up at Owen. "I think that's a fairly safe assumption."

Owen brings his lips to hers one more time and she deepens the kiss bringing him down to her once more. He doesn't know how this going to work...Or even if it can. But right now, kissing Tosh, he doesn't care in the slightest.

Sydney sashays into Jack's office smiling slightly.

"Did you come in here to torture me again? Regale me with tales of yours and Ianto's wild nights of passion?" Jack bites out.

"No." She sits on the edge of his desk and touches his face. "I came to say goodbye."

"What?"

"I'm going home Jack."

"You're giving up on him?"

"He was never mine in the first place. Ianto Jones is a one guy kind of man. He loves you Jack. You just need to let him."

Jack ducks his head. "What about the trouble you're in?"

"What about it?"

"They'll execute you for what you did."

"Nah." Sydney waves her hand dismissively. "I know the executioner. He's a very handsome, reasonable gentleman. Good in bed too." She adds as an after-thought.

"You never change do you?"

She shrugs. "Sometimes." She looks into his eyes. "The people you love over the years Jack, they change you. Don't forget that."

Jack gets up and hugs her to his broad chest. "You can stay you know."

Sydney laughs. "No I can't. We both know that." She gives him a good squeeze. "Take care of our boy Harkness. Or I promise I will kill you." She feels him laugh against her. "And make it stick."

He chuckles again. "I will." He kisses her hair, her forehead, then slowly brings his lips to hers.

A few minutes later they hear the cog door opening and head out into the main area of the hub. Ianto walks in and notices Sydney standing next to Jack. He walks up to her and brings her to him in a tight hug.

She smiles against his skin. "We'll always have Cardiff Mr. Jones."

He smiles and breathes her unique scent in once more. "Somehow it doesn't seem like enough though. Does it?"

She cups his face in her hands. "It never does. Just don't forget about me Ianto Jones. I'm not sure my ego could take the hit."

He smiles down at her. "Never happen." He brings his lips to hers once more and deepens the kiss pulling her to him. "Miss me?" He breathes out, his forehead resting against hers.

She smiles. "Always."

Ianto releases her a minute later a lump rising in his throat. With a final nod of understanding in Jack's direction she steps into the white light smiling back at them.

Jack comes to rest behind Ianto and gives his shoulder a light squeeze. Ianto leans into the older gentleman. Jack wraps his arms around Ianto's waist tightly and kisses his hair. Ianto tilts his head to Jack's and their lips brush lightly at first and then with more force. They part far too quickly for either man's liking and take a few deep breaths. Jack turns Ianto so he's facing him. He rests his forehead against the Welshman's.

"She'll be okay Yan." Jack says reading the concern in Ianto's eyes.

"I know." He looks down at the concrete floor.

"I love you." Jack breathes in Ianto's ear.

Ianto closes his eyes and drinks in Jack's voice. "I love you too."

"Now how about that date?" Jack asks holding Ianto tighter to him.

The End...for real this time.

Torchwood Fic: Memories that Fade Like Photographs (6/7)

2008-04-24T00:23:45Z

Title: Memories That Fade Like Photographs (6/7)
Author: addictdtowords or my_soul__
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Ianto/Sydney, Jack/Sydney
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through 2.09 Something Borrowed.
Summary: It seems Torchwood is always dealing with Jack's exes...one way or another.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Torchwood. However, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: I created the character Sydney, and as far as I know she doesn't exist outside the context of my
mind. Please don't hate me if she perhaps comes between some of our favorite couples. Thanks! Oh and the title is an All Time Low song.

x-posted at: deadweird, owentosh, torchwood_fic, and jackxianto.

Chapter One - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4073.html#cutid1
Chapter Two - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4163.html#cutid1
Chapter Three - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4413.html#cutid1
Chapter Four - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4718.html#cutid1
Chapter Five - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/5340.html#cutid1

Jack was pissed off. At Ianto. At Sydney...But mostly at himself. And the only way to remedy that was a nice drink. Maybe a few drinks...and then a few more. Yes Jack was going to soundly drink himself into a stupor. Starting with bourbon and ending with scotch. Yes bourbon sounds like a good place to start. Jack takes a bottle from his bottom desk drawer and pours a glass of the smooth liquid.

He thinks of Ianto and how he's been treating him lately. Every point he made, every one Sydney made is true. He doesn't know how he's gotten to this point, can't remember why he let thing between him and Ianto get so bad. He pours another drink and analyzes the color of it before gulping it down. He pulls another bottle from his desk drawer and pours a big glass.

After emptying a few bottles Jack lays his head on the desk. "I'm sorry Yan."

Ianto walks into Jack's office. "I know Sir."

"Yan? You're here." Jack smiles up at Ianto drunkenly.

"I had a feeling I might find you like this." Ianto takes the cup out Jack's hand. "You really shouldn't drink Sir."

"And why is that?"

"Because you really are a sloppy drunk."

Jack laughs lightly and looks into Ianto's eyes. "Do you love her?"

"Jack."

"Just answer the question Yan." Jack looks up lazily. "Please."

"No. Not like I love you." Ianto runs his hands through Jack's hair.

"I love you too."

Ianto lifts Jack out of his chair. "Let's get you to bed now."

"You always want me for my body." Jack jokes.

Ianto lowers Jack into his quarters and covers him up. As he turns to leave Jack grabs his arm. "Don't leave Yan. Stay?"

"Jack."

"Please."

Ianto climbs in next to the captain and Jack snuggles closer to him relishing the closeness, the warmth that Ianto brings.

"I'm sorry Yan."

"I know." Ianto smoothes Jack's hair down. "I know you are."

Jack awakes alone in his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets. He gets up painstakingly slow and climbs the ladder to his office. Jack searches around the hub for Ianto but the only response is the dull hum of the machines below. The screens casting an eerie light on the floors as Jack turns around and heads back to bed.

He wakes a second time to the sounds of the hub coming to life and once again drags himself out of bed. He showers and dresses slowly, taking his time. He arrives at his desk to find a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him. He smiles. It's almost as good as peace offering, his own personal white flag. He drains the cup in a few large gulps and pulls a file from the ever-growing stack that's evading his desk space.

Later Jack catches Ianto in the archives. He comes up behind the younger man and wraps his arms around Ianto's waist. Jack lays his head on Ianto's shoulder and kisses his neck lovingly. Ianto closes his eyes for a second leaning his had back. Jack turns him around and cups his face in his hands.

"Jack." Ianto breathes out.

"Shh." Jack brings his lips to Ianto's careful to remain gentle towards the younger man.

Ianto kisses back with longing. He slips back into the familiarity of Jack's mouth and delves deeper into the kiss exploring every available inch. Jack moans and they break apart for air. Jack's face is still mere inches away from Ianto's and he's staring into his eyes deeply.

"I love you Ianto Jones. I want to be with you. In every way conceivable way possible. I'm yours forever. I'm so sorry. You have know that."

Ianto runs his hands over Jack's face tears starting to form. "Words aren't always enough Sir." He walks out leaving Jack alone in the archives watching him walk out.

Sydney shuts off the CCTV monitor and goes back to working. The pain she saw in Ianto's eyes just about killed her. The only thing that was worse was seeing the love that shined behind the pain. She'd never seen Jack like that, so tender. He handled Ianto like he might break at any second. He knows, understands just how precious life is. Just how precious Ianto is. She swipes at the tears starting to form, grabs her coat, and leaves the hub.

Torchwood Ficlet: Momentum

2008-04-23T23:02:35Z

Title: Momentum
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Jack
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 2.13 Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack's thoughts after the events of Exit Wounds.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Torchwood, however Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes:

x-posted at: torchwood_fic and jackxianto

Jack tries to breathe. Just once in and out. That's all he needs. Just a little reassurance would do. Instead the dirt fills his lungs once more as Jack tries to scream. Tries to claw his way out of the blackness that surrounds him but he can't. He knows he shouldn't bother trying anymore, it never works anyway.

He screams in his own mind, over and over again. Sometimes he screams for help, sometimes for Ianto, sometimes he just screams so he doesn't have to let the guilt or the blame wash over him. He tries to drown out the sound of his own voice but it just comes in ten times louder.

Your fault. All yours. You made him like this. You caused this. You made him do it. You killed Tosh. Owen. You're the one who let go. The one who didn't look hard enough. Care enough. You. Jack screams again hoping for someone, anyone to find him. His own personal Hell is twenty feet under with a million lifetimes of regret.

Jack wakes up from the nightmare that has plagued his mind ever since he put Gray to rest in the crypt. He breathes deeply and is surprised to find air sinking into his lungs instead of hard packed earth. Jack looks over at Ianto still asleep wondering how he didn't wake him. He sighs and lays back down staring at the young man's smooth face. The moonlight makes Ianto's skin glow and Jack wonders what he did to deserve him.

Was being buried alive for centuries on end really all the punishment he needed? Did he pay his debt all ready? Or will he have to lose everything he loves, everything he cares for in order to make this right. The things he's done, the things he's seen. He deserves to so much more, still has so much left to pay for.

Jack walks into the hub and feels a pang in his chest. He can't go down to autopsy anymore. Not only because that's where Tosh died in his arms but where Owen spent all of his time. Wearing his stupid lab coat covered in buttons that was currently sitting in the safe in his office. One box full of Dr. Owen Harper and one for Toshiko Sato. Somehow it doesn't seem like enough. One box to hold everything they've ever done, everything they were. Tosh and Owen's personalities weren't big enough for the boxes their personal items are contained in.

So much loss. So much pain. Jack never let it shows on his face. Never gives in to his emotions. His pain, his sadness. His grief. He can't do that to those he has left. Ianto sometimes gets an understanding look on his face. He knows, he understands. Jack has to grieve in his own way. In his own time. So he pushes on. He gathers enough momentum to carry on. He captures aliens, hunts weevils. Does normal Jack things. But at night, in the darkness, Jack pays his penance. Reliving the most terrifying time in his life over and over again. It's splayed across the big screen in full technicolor but all he can see is the black that surrounds him.

Torchwood Fic: Memories that Fade Like Photographs (5/?)

2008-04-23T00:36:10Z

Title: Memories That Fade Like Photographs (5/?)
Author: addictdtowords or my_soul__
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Ianto/Sydney, Jack/Sydney
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through 2.09 Something Borrowed.
Summary: It seems Torchwood is always dealing with Jack's exes...one way or another.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Torchwood. However, Russell T. Davies owns my soul.
Notes: I created the character Sydney, and as far as I know she doesn't exist outside the context of my
mind. Please don't hate me if she perhaps comes between some of our favorite couples. Thanks! Oh and the title is an All Time Low song.

This is a long chapter because of all of the dialogue, enjoy!

x-posted at deadweird, owentosh, jackxianto, torchwood_fic.

Chapter One - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4073.html#cutid1
Chapter Two - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4163.html#cutid1
Chapter Three - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4413.html#cutid1
Chapter Four - http://addictdtowords.livejournal.com/4718.html#cutid1

Ianto stepped out of his bedroom checking to make sure his tie was situated correctly when Sydney's door opened next to him. He stopped figeting with his tie and looked over at her. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a deep blue dress cut perfectly across her curves. It came to just past her knee and was made of pure silk. Her hair fell in light curls that framed her face. She stepped lightly to him on killer blue heels that were driving Ianto absolutely crazy with want. He'd never seen a woman quite as breathtaking as Sydney Taylor in his entire life.

"Hey gorgeous."

Ianto just continued to stare. Finally he found his voice. "Wow."

"So you approve?"

"Very much so."

"You know you're going to have to use full sentences sometime tonight right? Otherwise the conversation might be a little dull."

Ianto laughed and pulled Sydney to his chest.

"Why Mr. Jones. I believe the kissing is supposed to come after the date."

Ianto just brushes his lips to hers in response. He deepens the kiss and she wraps her hands around his neck for support. They break apart both breathing heavily.

"Then again I did always like a man of few words." She sighs dreamily. "I think we should pick Tosh up soon otherwise we won't leave this apartment."

Ianto smiles wickedly and helps Sydney get her coat on. "I think you're right."

They arrive at Tosh's apartment shortly after and knock on her door.

"Thank God you're here!" Tosh pulls Sydney and Ianto inside quickly.

"Tosh what's wrong?"

"I have nothing to wear." Tosh points to the dresses laid out on her bed. "Absolutely nothing in my whole entire wardrobe. I was going to go shopping but I had this new translation to work out that just took more time than I expected."

"What are talking about Tosh? These would all look amazing on you." Ianto says from the doorway to her bedroom.

"Tell you what, I'll help you get ready and Ianto can make you a cup of tea to calm you down. Sound good?"

Tosh nods in response.

"Tea coming right up."

"Now let's pick out a dress." Sydney claps her hands together ready for business. "This one." She picks up a black strapless number that has silver beading at the top and flares out slightly at the bottom, coming to just above Tosh's knees.

"Oh I don't know." Tosh looks at herself in the mirror. She had bought this dress on a fluke and never intended to wear it...except for maybe a certain doctor.

"It's absolutely perfect. You look amazing Tosh."

Ianto steps back into the bedroom carrying a cup of tea for Tosh. He nearly drops the cup when he sees Tosh in the little black dress. "Wow."

"Really?" Tosh asks somewhat unsure.

"It's perfect." He sets the cup of tea on her dresser. "Little Black Sports Car won't know what hit him."

Sydney smiles back at Ianto in response. "See there you go. Amazing."

Tosh blushes slightly at the attention. "Oh all right. I'll wear it."

They get back on the road in ten minutes to meet Little Black Sports Car at the restaurant.

"Oh my God." Tosh breathes out.

"What?" Ianto asks from the driver's seat.

"I just realized I don't know his real name. We've all been calling him Little Black Sports Car. He does have a name, right?"

Sydney laughs lightly. "Yes Tosh he has a name. His name's Marc Walker."

They pull up the restaurant and Ianto opens both of the doors for Tosh and Sydney to slide out. They walk to the hostess and she brings them to a nice table in the middle of dining room. Marc stands up to greet them.

He kisses Sydney lightly on the cheek. "Hey beautiful."

"Marc. This is Ianto Jones. Ianto this is my friend Marc Walker."

"Nice to meet you." Ianto clasps the man's hand tightly.

"And this is Toshiko Sato."

Marc flashes Tosh a smile and holds out his hand. "I've heard a lot about you Miss Sato. But Sydney never mentioned just how beautiful you were." Marc says never taking his eyes off Tosh.

She blushes at the compliment. "She didn't nearly play you up as much as she should have either."

"Glad to hear you're not disappointed."

They all sit down to a nice dinner, a few drinks, and eventually dessert. As they're discussing various points of interest around Cardiff Tosh turns her head to the bar smiling. She thinks she catches a glimpse of a familiar face but a waiter walks in her line of sight. Get ahold of yourself Toshiko. There's no way that Owen's here. He knows that you're on a date tonight. Jack promised no work tonight and he meant it.

Tosh catches another glimpse and is absolutely certain she saw a flash of a familiar leather jacket. "Will you excuse me for a second?" Tosh scoots back quietly and goes towards the bar.

"Owen!" Tosh yells from behind the (not well) concealed dead man.

"Tosh!" Owen turns around feigning surprise. He notices how gorgeous Tosh looks and momentarily forgets why he's here. "What are you doing here?"

"Owen." Tosh's ears burn red with anger. "You know very well what I'm doing here. Now tell me why you're here."

"Well Jack sent me to kind of...check your date out." Owen said apprehensively.

"He did what!?!"

"He just wanted to make sure he wasn't...you know, alien or anything."

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes. While he doesn't look alien he does look like a wanker. What are you doing with him Tosh? He's not your type."

"How do you know what my type is?"

"We've been friends for a long time Tosh."

"Yes we have Owen. And apparently in all that time you've never realized what my type is." Tosh huffed. "Apparently my type is tall, dead, and oblivious!" She turns around angrily and stomps back to the table.

"Everything all right?" Ianto asks seeing Owen by the bar.

"Just peachy." Tosh picks up her drink and takes a small sip.

"I'll be right back." Sydney excuses.

Owen sees her coming towards him and he rolls his eyes in preparation.

"What are you doing here Owen!"

"Making sure Tosh's date isn't from another world so to speak."

"I've known Marc for years. He's a good man. And Tosh was having a wonderful time before you showed up!"

"She was?" Owen looks over at Marc sizing him up.

"Yes she was. Now why did Jack really send you."

"The alien thing." Owen looks over at her. "That's it I swear." Sydney puts her hands on her hips and glares at Owen. "He might have mentioned something about keeping an eye on you and Ianto as well."

"I bet he did." Sydney breathes out. "You are going back to the hub and waiting for us to return do you hear me."

"Are you kidding me I'm--"

"Do you hear me Owen? Cause I swear to God I have no qualms about beating up a dead man."

Owen mock salutes her. "Yes ma'am."

After Tosh says goodnight to Marc, making plans for another date, the three of them head back to the hub in silence.

Tosh grumbles all the way down to autopsy and Ianto and Sydney sit down on the couch waiting for Jack to finish a phone call to UNIT.

"Owen!" Tosh yells alerting Owen to her presence.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance don't you Tosh."

"Don't you dare be coy with me Owen Harper. I am royally pissed at you."

"Me? What did I do?"

"You spied on me. And Ianto and Sydney. We were having a lovely time until you showed up."

"Really?" Owen asked trying not to sound too curious.

"Yes. We were. Marc is lovely in fact. The only wanker I came across tonight was you." Tosh turns to leave but Owen reaches out and grabs her arm.

"I only went because I wanted to make sure that you....that you were--"

"Spit it out Owen."

"It was Jack's idea anyway. Why don't you go yell at him." He looks down at the floor and mumbles. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You're going to have to speak up in order for someone besides the floor to hear you."

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. I couldn't forgive myself if anything ever happened to you."

Tosh goes over to Owen and lifts his face back up so he's staring into her eyes. "I appreciate you trying to look out for me but I'm fine. I'm a big girl Owen, I can take care of myself." She kisses him lightly on the cheek. "Thank you though."

Owen shakes his head lightly. "So are you...going out with the wank--Uh, Marc again?"

Tosh looks him in the eyes. She shakes her head yes. "He really is a nice guy. You guys actually have a lot in common."

"Oh he's dead and was brought back to life by the RisenMitten?"

Tosh nearly falls over laughing. "Not quite." She gently places her hand on Owen's cheek again and he unconsciously leans into her touch knowing he won't be able to feel it. "I would like it if you two could get along. Maybe you could make an effort...for me?"

Owen stares deeply into her eyes. "Yeah. I'll try. For you."

She starts up a slow grin that eventually takes over her whole face. "Thank you."

Owen just nods in response. Tosh moves her hand down to his shoulder gives him a quick squeeze and heads towards the exit. Owen swears he felt the loss of contact when she moved her hand away. He shakes his head and gets back to his paperwork.

Jack finishes with his phone call and exits his office in search of coffee when he comes face-to-face with a very pissed off Ianto Jones.

"As cute as you are when you're angry I'm in desperate need of coffee. So if you could just step aside."

Jack waits and Ianto continues to stand in his way fuming.

"Okay so no moving then?"

"Your office now!"

"I do like it when you get forceful." Jack deadpans.

Ianto shuts the door behind them and continues to glare at the captain.

"Somehow your silence is more terrifying than when you're actually yelling."

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"That coffee is delicious and sounds good at such a late hour?" Jack says the picture of innocence.

"You. Know. What. I. Mean." Ianto breathes through clenched teeth.

"Owen was worried about Tosh so I allowed him to go check on her for a second. He was supposed to--"

"Don't give me that bullshit Jack. You had him spy on Sydney and I. Why?"

"I don't know what you're--"

"Don't fuck with me Jack. I'm not in the mood."

Jack had never seen Ianto this angry. Not since Lisa.

Jack sighs out his frustration. "Yan I just...she's just...ugh."

"As convincing as that argument was--"

"I was pissed off. I did something irrational. I'm sorry."

"You're pissed off? Oh that's rich."

"What...What do you mean?" Jack sputtered.

"If anyone deserves to be angry here, it's me Jack. You interrupt my date, Tosh's date. You've been sulking and moping around here for days. You're rude to Sydney on a constant basis. What has she ever done to you Jack? Tell me, what did she do to deserve this?"

Jack opens his mouth and closes it again.

"That's what I thought." Ianto goes to leave but Jack's voice stops him.

"I was angry. At her. At you."

"Why? I don't see why you'd care what we do."

"Because Yan I thought we had something. I guess I was wrong."

"No I was wrong because I thought we could be something more than a casual fuck. I was an idiot." Ianto spits out venom seething through every word.

"Yan--"

"I don't want to hear it Jack. I'm done. You asked me out on a date a month ago. One whole month to make a move, make a decision, make a move. Anything. And you didn't. I took that as a hit to move on. So I did."

"Ianto." Jack breathes out.

"No Jack. You had your chance." Ianto walks out of the office slamming the door behind him.

Jack watches as Ianto goes over to Sydney and she stares into his pain-filled eyes. She just hugs him to her and whispers calming words into his ear. Jack can see Ianto visibly shaking with anger and feels a pang in his chest. He's caused this...made Ianto so angry, so upset. Jack can't stand knowing he's made Ianto feel unimportant or inadequate to him. Sydney whispers something else into Ianto's ear and he nods his head and exits the hub. Sydney looks up at Jack daggers in her eyes. Oh shit. Jack thinks knowing he's in for it now.

Sydney bursts into Jack's office shortly yelling. "What the hell is wrong with you? He was practically in tears!"

Thank God Jack had the good sense to sit down in anticipation of her attack. "What's wrong with me? I can't believe you think this is my fault."

He stands up coming over to where she's standing. Sydney retreats to the other side of the desk figuring it's better to keep a little space between her and Jack. Sydney did always have a temper. Jack thinks watching her move to the other side of his desk.

"You think this is my fault?" She asks incredulously.

"You know how I feel about him."

"Do I Jack? Does he? Because from what I hear you don't treat him as if he's anything but a warm body."

Jack jumps back like he's been slapped. Actually he would have preferred to have been slapped rather than have someone spit back the thoughts he's been having since his conversation with Ianto.

"I--He knows. And you should know."

"What's the matter Jack, can't stand someone else playing with your toys?"

"Ianto's a free man. He can do as he pleases."

"Oh you've got to be kidding me. Though he does please so well." Sydney smirks adding salt to the wound. "You know Jack if I didn't know you better I'd think you were jealous."

"Jealous? Me? That's rich." He laughs bitterly. "As I recall you were the one who had a woman executed because she flirted with me at a dance."

"Well to be honest, I was just a young thing back then. Didn't know what I was doing half the time."

"Oh you always knew what you were doing when it came to us."

"Well." She shrugs. "I am a quick learner." Sydney comes back to stand by Jack. "What did you do to him Jack? Hmm? Did you not follow through on plans, make out with his brother...Leave him at the altar? Is that what you did? Cause from my personal experience that's your favorite out of the three."

"Sydney."

"No Jack. I'm got right with what happened. But Ianto? Jack he's still so young." She sighs. "But he's far from naive Jack. He moved on because he figured you'd never come through on anything you promised him." She looks down at the floor. "It was only a date Jack. One date. That's all he wanted. And you couldn't even give him that."

"I--"

"One of these days Jack Harkness you will have to give your heart to someone. And Ianto deserves it. He's only got one lifetime Jack. Don't waste his time." Sydney looks into his eyes reading his emotions carefully. "You know what I think?"

"No but you're going to tell me anyway."

"I think you have a problem with your exes sleeping with someone other than you at night." She heads towards the door. "But the thing about that is Jack, people need human contact. They need love. That's all Ianto wants. He's just curious about you. About your life. He has so many questions. And all he wants are a few answers. The least you could do is give him that." She throws over her shoulder on the way out.