Fic- The Captain and the Boy 28/65

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: The Captain and The Boy 28/65

Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Others, Ianto/Others

Ratings: Adult – graphic sex and some violence throughout

Spoilers: General spoilers for first 2 series

Summary: An AU version of Jack, Ianto and Torchwood. Some pre-series.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: With thanks to oncomingscone and rowanheart24 for their glorious help! Comments make me write more. I hope you enjoy this. I’ve been working on this story for nearly a year and it’s finally finished. I’ve very proud of it and I hope it’s good enough for my lovely readers! This is a finished series and won’t be abandoned. I’m planning to post a chapter a day (at roughly the same time) until it’s finished.

 

 

Ianto closed his eyes as he walked with Owen. The streets were quiet now, peaceful. The sun had gone down and dusk had passed by. The street lamps glowed orange and he could just see their light through his eyelids.

He could feel Owen walking beside him. He could hear his light, fast footsteps. He could feel his breathing. He knew he was looking after him.

“Hey, you sleepwalking?” asked Owen.

Ianto opened his eyes and looked at him. “Do you know what I am?”

“What you are? You’re a person, as far as I know.”

Ianto looked down. “I’m a rent boy.”

“Yeah. Still a person.”

“You don’t care?”

“Nope. Why should I? Sex is sex, right? You just get a bit more out of it than most people, or a bit less, depending on your perspective.”

“Suppose.”

“Only thing is…”

“What?”

“Jack. He…looks tough, right? But he’s not.”

Ianto looked up at Owen and waited for him to continue.

Owen looked away and they continued to walk. “A few months ago, he…lost someone, someone he was very close to. She’d been his lover for nine years and he really loved her. He depended on her. And now…well, he’s still grieving. You know about grief?”

Ianto nodded. “Some.”

“You can understand then.”

“So, that’s why he came to me. I did wonder, though I tried not to.”

“Jack’s the type who gets most folk wondering.”

“Yeah. Owen…I think he did something to someone. When he came back before he…he was covered in blood. It wasn’t his and he wouldn’t tell me whose it was.”

Owen nodded, slowly. “Yeah. Look, Ianto, I don’t know what kind of impression he’s made on you but…he’s no saint.”

“None of the men who come to me are saints but I thought…I thought he was a good man. Maybe…”

Owen stopped and looked at Ianto. “He is a good man, Ianto. He’s a royal pain in the arse sometimes, especially these last few months, but he is a good man. He’s our leader.”

“But he hurt someone. That makes him just as bad as my pimp.”

“We’re all sinners, Ianto. Every single one of us. If you’re with him because you think he’s some kind of angel who’s never going to put a foot wrong, then you’re with the wrong guy.”

“I’m not…I…”

Owen raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

Ianto looked away. “I’m not with him because of that. I just…I’m not looking for anything, I just…like him.”

Owen patted his back. “Does that mean you’re going back to him?”

Ianto shrugged. “Do you think I should?”

They began to walk again, ambling down the empty streets. “You might as well. At least until we get this thing figured out. You’re safe as long as you’re in the hub with us looking after you.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “I don’t need looking after. You’re as bad as Jack.”

“He’s only like that because he cares about you.” He patted Ianto’s arm. “Give him a chance, okay?”

Ianto nodded, putting his hands in his pockets and watching the pavement as he walked.

As he walked, he found himself thinking about his family. It had been a long time since he’d seen them. He’d left his ordinary life behind at fourteen years old, left them behind. They wouldn’t approve of him now. He put his hand to his neck, wanting to feel the necklace which was no longer there. He remembered the day his Da had given it to him, at the party after his first holy communion. He’d been seven years old, innocent and full of hope. It had been a day of starting afresh. He’d made his first confession and felt the joy and freedom of having his sins forgiven by God. Would he ever have that again?

Ianto kicked a stone and tried to ignore the feeling of Owen’s eyes on him. He’d come a long way since that little boy in his first suit, taking the Eucharist for the first time. He remembered the pride on his Da’s face and he’d wanted nothing more than to make his Da proud every single day.

Ianto swallowed hard. His Da wouldn’t be proud of him now. He was a sinner too and there was nothing he could do to change that.

Comments

[zazajb.livejournal.com]

Just had a catch-up session of several chapters...hate Suzie...she really is a nasty piece of work... Poor Ianto, hope he lets Jack look after him... Like your Owen in this :D xxx

[dibbun-k.livejournal.com]

Owen looking out for Ianto (and Jack) is really nice. Not enough people portray Owen as actually caring about anyone.

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

Thanks - my general thoughts about Owen are that he divides his energy between caring about people and pretending not to give a damn. Defence mechanism.

[dibbun-k.livejournal.com]

I definitely agree with that. He comes across as a bastard but he's lovely really :p

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

Ditto the previous comment. Owen can be a jerk, but I don't think he is uncaring. Can't wait to see what happens tomorrow!

[daretobearebel.livejournal.com]

Still pretty new to this, but had to tell you how much I am enjoying this story :) Love your portrayal of all the characters and so agree with the comments about Owen.

[iolo1234.livejournal.com]

Just caught up after a week away. Michael dead - well I expected that but not that suzie is involved somehow. Jack had to take hi stemper out on someone. So more goings on and now I await to find out what Suzie is up to.

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

Love caring Owen but poor Ianto

great update

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor Ianto...he's beating himself up so badly.

[roguemarch.livejournal.com]

Yeap, that is good old catholic guilt up there all right...

[bettathnbarbie.livejournal.com]

Poor Ianto being disillusioned about Jack and carrying all that guilt...
Poor all of them for various reasons, really.

As the others have said, too, it's nice to see Owen being something other than just a prat.

I love this story. Thank you for posting it every day.