Fic- The Captain and the Boy 58/65
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branwen_blaiddTitle: The Captain and The Boy 58/65
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 walked home slowly, deep in thought. The glove allowed Torchwood to get information from the dead. Jack had not authorised doing that to Michael yet…yet Suzie had known things she couldn’t have known unless she’d spoken to Michael. It was possible she’d guessed but not very likely. No, what was far more likely was that Suzie had used the glove on Michael. And why would she not? She’d make it clear that she had never cared about either Ianto or Michael. What would stop her from doing it? Nothing at all.
But what reason would she have to do it? Experimentation perhaps? But they had plenty of other bodies to use. Why risk getting caught using Michael’s body without Jack’s permission? There must be some other reason she’d do that? What had she wanted to find out?
Perhaps she’d just wanted to know who the aliens were, just like Ianto had. But she’d never asked Ianto what Michael had said. She’d never asked Ianto anything to do with the case. She’d never shown much interest in it either. And she’d made her dislike of rent boys clear in her interrogation of Thomas and Patrick, not to mention the way she’d been with him. There was more to this than he was seeing. There had to be a reason why she’d use the glove on Michael and he intended to find out.
* * *
When Ianto got home, to his surprise, he was not alone. Thomas was there, lounging on their new couch with a young man, a boy who could very easily still be in his teens. They were giggling together and kissing.
Ianto tried not to disturb them but Thomas heard him and turned to greet him. “Hey, Ianto. This is Jamie. He’s coming to work for me.”
Jamie gave Ianto a shy wave. “Hi.”
Ianto smiled at him. “Hey. Erm, Thomas, maybe we should have a chat.”
Thomas’s eyebrow jerked and he bit his lip. “You’re cross.”
“I’m not cross. Just come here a minute.”
Thomas patted Jamie on his shoulder then got up to join Ianto by the front door.
Ianto spoke in a whisper to him. “Listen, we can both afford to get our own flats now. Do you think…maybe that would be a good idea. You’d have a bit more room for your boys then.”
Thomas nodded. “Yeah. I’ve got quite a few now. I’m looking after them. Think about who they could be going to.”
“There’s more bad pimps out there than good ones,” said Ianto. He squeezed Thomas’s shoulder. “I think it would be good for both of us.” He squeezed Thomas’s shoulder. “I’m not running off on you. I’ll still be around.”
Thomas nodded. “I know. You’re right. It’d be good for both of us.” He smiled. “You’re moving up in the world now, Ianto. Proper job, your own flat. That’s real independence, that is.”
Ianto grinned. “Yeah. Don’t start getting all condescending on me.”
Thomas smirked and ruffled Ianto’s hair. “Aww, my little boy is all grown up.”
Ianto pretended to hit him. “Shut up. Git,” he said and grinned good-naturedly.
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Date: 2010-09-19 06:27 pm (UTC)