Fic- The Captain and the Boy 61/65

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: The Captain and The Boy 61/65

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 alone. He liked to walk, though he had a car now. It wasn’t far from the hub to his new flat and he enjoyed the exercise. The walk was a pleasant one, through the park and he found it cleared his head.

He walked deep in thought, trying to work it all through. He knew he could work it all out. He could see it all unfolding in his head. He was going to stop her. But he needed proof. All he had so far was suspicion and odd co-incidences. Still, he was getting closer.

He stopped. He’d heard a noise. He was sure he had. He stood very still and listened. There it was again. A growl.

He drew back his jacket and slid his gun out his holster. He stayed very still and listened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. He whirled around and saw the blur of something large, brown and snarling. A weevil. It was quickly followed by another one. He dodged out of the way and scrambled for his weevil spray. He always kept it on him, in his inside pocket. Jack hated for them to shoot weevils.

They came at him. He grabbed one round the middle and tackled it to the ground. Rugby at school hadn’t been a wasted sport. The other one came at him and he kicked out at it from the ground. It whimpered. He knew where to hit.

He found his spray. The one underneath him was fighting him, snarling and arching to rip into his neck. He jerked this way and that, keeping out of the way of those teeth. He ducked, then let off the spray right in its face. It snuffled, then loosened its grip on him. He didn’t wait for it to pass out but whirled around and caught the other one full in the face just as it launched itself at him. It grabbed him round the middle, wrestled him to the ground and passed out on top of him.

“Ugh,” he spluttered as the foul smell of the creature hit him full in the face. “And I thought my profession had improved. Still, you’re a lot less ugly than some of my previous clients.”

The creature remained still.

“Not exactly an appreciate audience for my jokes, are you?” he said and hauled the thing off him.

As he got up and called Jack to come and help him take the creatures back to the hub, he didn’t notice the figure in a knee-length black coat watching him from the shadows.

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“I don’t know where you learned to fight like this but the weevils have no chance,” says Jack as they haul the weevils to the SUV together.

“You’re just lucky I have good instincts or you’d be down one archivist,” says Ianto with a small smile. He is getting used to shrugging off close shaves with death. He is getting more like Jack, who seems to do that constantly.

Jack makes a face. “And I’d have to go back to instant coffee.”

Ianto smirks. “So nice to be appreciated, Sir.” He has seen how much Jack values his team and, despite the jokes, he knows Jack would miss more than his coffee.

Jack grins. They handcuff the second weevil and lock the boot of the SUV with both creatures inside it.

“Jack, I’m worried,” Ianto says.

“Worried about what?”

“I’ve been looking at the police information about this latest serial killer.”

“Yeah?”

“They’ve done an artist’s impression of what the murder weapon looks like. It’s big, really big and metal, with this serrated edge. It doesn’t look like it’s from earth. It looks like…that knife that’s missing from our archives, the one which came with the glove.”

“There are probably thousands of those knives out there. Most likely explanation is that another came through the rift and some psychopath got a hold of it. Leave it to the police. There’s nothing special about those knives. They’re only ceremonial. There’s no weird technology to keep under wraps. They’re just knives.”

Ianto looks doubtful. “I think there’s a link with what happened with the Drellins. I think we should…”

“Ianto, I’ve told you, all that’s over with. I know it’s hard but you need to forget about it.” Jack slaps his shoulder lightly. “Don’t let it concern you. We’ve got plenty for you to worry about at Torchwood.”

Ianto didn’t agree but he didn’t comment further.

Jack got in the SUV. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll give you a lift home.”

Comments

[iolo1234.livejournal.com]

Silly Jack he really needsto listen to Ianto. Can't believe we're nearly at the end of this. Will there be a sequel?

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

Never say never but I'm not planning a sequel.

However, I am working on many other long plot fics such as this which I'm sure you'll love! : )

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Oh Jack why are you so obtuse? Really???

[rambleinblue.livejournal.com]

Seriously Jack, you've seen him master the job, and all the new skills with ease and Owen told you his deduction skills are top notch....you really are acting like an idiot. At this point, Ianto might be too good for you.

[bettathnbarbie.livejournal.com]

Jack! Why aren't you listening???
(I've been enjoying this story, although, bad me, I've not been commenting on each chapter. I'm glad to hear you're writing more like it.)

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

Clever Ianto... and Silly Jack... perfect combination :D