Fic- The Captain and the Boy 41/65

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Title: The Captain and The Boy 41/65

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 braced himself. He was ready. Tosh had hooked him up with the receiver for the scanner. It was late evening and Owen had driven the two of them up to an isolated corner, one at which the aliens had killed before. Owen was armed with his gun and some of their bioweapon. Ianto also had some in a vial around his neck. It clinked against his cross as he walked.

“You ready?” Owen asked.                                  

Ianto nodded. “Suppose so. Now’s a good a time as any, right?”

Owen shrugged. “Guess so.” He glanced at Ianto. “Listen…”

“I know, I know. Don’t get myself killed. Believe it or not, suicide is not part of my plan.”

“I know, but…your plan isn’t exactly safe, is it?”

“But it’s the only way.” He patted Owen on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, it’ll work.”

Owen didn’t look at him. “Hope so. Jack will definitely kill me if you snuff it.”

Ianto took out the plastic bottle of pheromones Kiral had given him. “Guess it’s time then.” He dabbed the purple liquid on his neck and his lips, then swallowed some down. It was bitter but he managed to swallow without gagging.

“You’d better get out of sight,” he said to Owen.

Owen nodded and tapped his earpiece. “I’ll be watching. Don’t worry. I’ll have your back.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Owen patted his shoulder, then scarpered around a far corner, completely out of sight.

Ianto took a deep breath, then headed to his corner to await their arrival.

                                                      * * *

Owen gripped his gun. He was on edge. Nervous. He knew the plan well but Ianto was one unpredictable aspect. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do. And then there was the bit he didn’t want to even think about, let alone watch. Ianto was going to have to let those aliens…it didn’t bear thinking about. But Ianto was willing to do whatever it took to stop them.

He, too, was hooked up to the signal from the scanner in the car that would tell them when the aliens were approaching. All he had to do until that moment came was to wait.

                                                      * * *

“Please, Kiral, you’ve got to do something!” begged Thomas.

“Do something about what exactly?”

“About Ianto, of course!” Thomas shouted.

Kiral narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare shout at me, boy.”

He was expecting Thomas to lower his eyes submissively but Thomas didn’t look away from Kiral’s gaze.

“Ianto’s out there, risking his life to avenge Michael. He’s going to kill himself and you’re just sitting there.”

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble here. Ianto’s made his choice.”

Thomas sat down on the floor, tears falling. Patrick looked on anxiously.

“Please, Kiral. Please let me do something.”

Kiral looked away. “I don’t want to see Ianto get hurt. He’s a sweet boy but I don’t think there’s anything we can do to stop him. We’ve both already warned him against this course of action.”

Thomas looked up. “Maybe we could tell his captain what he’s doing. I’m sure he wouldn’t let him do this.”

Kiral scowled. “I’m not going anywhere near that man again.”

“Then let me go.”

“And what if he kills you?”

“I don’t think he would. I’m not keeping information from him or anything.”

“It’s your choice. You can go or not but don’t expect me to get you out of any trouble you might get into.”

“I won’t!” Thomas said, springing up from the floor. He darted towards Kiral, kissed him on the cheek and left.

Patrick found Kiral’s hand and squeezed it tight. “He won’t get hurt, will he?”

“Course not,” Kiral said, reassuringly. “That boy is just fine no matter what he does.” He kissed Patrick on the forehead. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”