branwen_blaidd | Fic - The Captain and The Boy 49/65

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.

Owen could see the change in Jack. There were no more mood swings, no more snapping at everyone. But neither was he his old, boisterous, flirty self. Instead, he was quiet. He let Suzie take charge of most situations. He didn’t seem to care about anything anymore.

Owen was worried but he knew Jack needed to grieve, that he couldn’t be expected to be all right so soon after everything. But still, he had something to talk to Jack about, quite a few things actually.

He’d waited. He’d left it a few weeks. He’d been biding his time for a quiet moment. That moment came. It was a Friday night. Normally, he’d be keen to get off and see who he could pull. But tonight, that could wait. Tosh and Suzie had left. Owen made his way to Jack’s office. Jack was sitting on his old grey couch, thinking in silence.

Owen hovered in the doorway. “Erm…Jack, could I have a word?”

Jack looked up at him. “Yeah.” He sounded distracted. “Come in, take a seat.”

Owen came in and joined Jack on his couch. “It’s about…well everything that happened with the Drellins. Ianto and I…well, I know we went behind your back but…”

“It’s okay. I understand. You did good work, the two of you.”

“Jack, he’s clever,” Owen said bluntly.

Jack glanced at him. “Oh?”

“He worked out most of that stuff. He worked out how they killed. He worked out the pattern to the attacks, that it was always someone on their own.”

“He did, huh?”

“Yeah, I was thinking…we could do with somebody like him around here. Somebody clever, organised and then there’s that memory of his.”

“There’s one problem with that, Owen. He doesn’t want to see me again. He hates me.”

“No he doesn’t. You’ve just been a pain in the arse lately. Sort that out and you’re golden.”

Jack looked away. “I don’t think I can. I think…I think it’s about Maya.”

“No shit,” said Owen. He sighed. “Look, Jack, you’ve got to grieve. Trust me, I know. If you don’t actually say goodbye to her properly, you’ll never be able to move on.” He smiled. “Otherwise, you’ll always be an arse.”

Jack smiled. “Guess so.” He patted Owen’s arm. “Thanks, Owen.”

Owen grinned back at him. “No probs.”

Jack was silent for a few moments, then looked at Owen. “You’re still in touch with Ianto then?”

“Yeah. We meet up…now and then.”

Jack nodded. “Good. Keep an eye on him for me.”

Owen smiled. “I already am, Jack. Though believe me, he doesn’t really need any looking after. He can sort himself out. Has done since he was fourteen, you know.”

Jack looked away and didn’t reply.