Fic- His Captain and His Angel 8/22

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Title: His Captain and His Angel 8/22

Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/John

Rating: Adult
Spoilers: Mild for COE (background information)

Summary: Captain John Hart always gets what he wants.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: This is the third in the series of stories about Ianto’s past. It follows Blue Moon’s Child and The Lost Son. I’ll be posting this once a day until it is finished. Special thanks go to czarina_kitty for being such a wonderful Beta. Also thanks to rowanheart24 for helping me brainstorm the original idea. Comments please!

 

 

Ianto followed Da down the long echoing hallway they’d walked down at least once a week for nine years. Their footsteps sounded unnaturally loud in the hushed environment of the hospital. It wasn’t an ordinary hospital. It was a long-term care facility and the effort at making it homely made Ianto cringe. He avoided looking at the falsely cheerful paintings hanging on the walls and tried not to breathe in the scent of flowers. It mixed unpleasantly with the smell of disinfectant.

They were at Providence Park, where his mam had lived since he’d been a kid. Ianto thought back to that time. He’d been ten years old and things had been up and down. His memory was kind of hazy about it. He remembered something weird had happened and he remembered sort of realising that his mam going away was better for her. But still, it hadn’t been easy. It still wasn’t easy to have to see her like that. But he knew she could never really get better. He’d accepted it, sort of.

His da glanced at him as they reached her room. The door was open. They braced themselves, then went inside.

She was sitting in her chair by the window. It was her favourite place. She’d sit there and gaze out at the view of the large, neat lawn, dotted with trees. Or she’d stare at the photographs Ianto, Rhiannon and their da had put up for her. Ianto didn’t know if she recognised the people in the photographs as the people she loved but Da said it was important to have them up.

She glanced at them as they walked in but there seemed to be no recognition in her face. She frowned, then went back to what she had been doing before. Ianto realised she was holding one of the framed photographs in her lap. As they sat down on the little sofa facing her, Ianto saw it was a photograph of him, at about three or four years old.

She saw him looking and beamed at him. Ianto jerked with surprise. He hadn’t seen her smile in a very long time.

“Look!” she said and held up the photo for him to see better. His younger self had been captured waving and pulling a silly face at the camera.

She touched the photographed face with a gentle caress. “It’s my son. His name’s Ianto. He’s always pulling silly faces.”

He stared at her. She didn’t know who he was. He felt Da’s eyes on him. Ianto avoided looking at either of them. He got up and walked out of the room, down the corridors and out.

He stomped across the manicured lawns as hard as he could. He stopped at a tree, pushed his back against it and let out a guttural yell up into the leaves.

He sagged against the tree, then hunched up and crouched at its base. His own mother didn’t know him. It wasn’t fair. He put his head on his arms and huddled up. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He wanted to get away. He wanted it all to go away.

“Ianto, you come back inside right now.”

Ianto looked up at his da, who was standing facing him with his arms folded. His lined face was tense.

Ianto glared at him. “No.” He pushed himself to his feet and faced his da squarely. “I’m not going in there.”

“Ianto, you are going back in there even if I have to drag you myself.” He grabbed Ianto by the shoulder of his hoodie.

Ianto yanked himself away. “Fuck you!” he yelled, then turned and ran away as fast as he could. He didn’t look back.

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Ianto found himself in the park. He stomped up and down the rough grass and smoked. He needed to get away. How could he get away? John? Maybe John could help him. Whatever happened, he had to get away from this bloody town. He hated it. He hated his life here.

“Hey, kiddo, you all right?”

Ianto turned and saw John striding towards him. He felt himself relax a little and he smiled. “Yeah. Hey.”

John came right up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t look all right.” His expression was calm and concerned.

Ianto immediately wanted to open up to him. “It’s…me and my da. We can’t get on. I…I want to leave. I want to go away somewhere.”

John cupped his jaw. “Don’t you worry. I’m going to take you away, I promise. But not yet. I’ve got to sort some things out first, okay?”

Ianto nodded. “But it’ll be soon?”

“I’ll do my best, kiddo.” He leaned forwards and kissed Ianto firmly on the mouth. “I’m going to take you to paradise,” he whispered.

Ianto shivered with pleasure and held on tight to John. John cupped his head in both hands and flicked at his earring. “You’re going to be mine,” he hissed and kissed Ianto again, possessive and demanding. Ianto found himself yielding to it completely.