Title: Like a virgin part two.
characters: Jack/ Ianto, Madonna
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood , Doctor Who or any of the characters ... They run around in my mind and after playing with them I return them unharmed. The song ‘Like a virgin’ belongs to Madonna and I am nowhere near a virgin, neither am I claiming to be one.
Summary: Ianto comforts Jack after the final death of Suzie. Jack tells him a story…truth or fiction? We’ll find out. Belated Valentine fic, I don’t get along with Valentine very well…
Warnings: Finally, I did a not so gloomy one.
“Allright, Jack. I will wear these jeans, but can I please wear them with my red shirt and not with that Madonna t-shirt, it screams ‘fangirl’?” Ianto begged.
Jack walked into the bedroom and looked at the soft silk shirt, the colour just the dark red that made Ianto look so irresistible. The thought of that gorgeous body encased in the soft material and the feel of it under his hands was enough to give in to Ianto’s pleas. “As long as I get to remove it at the end of the evening...” he leered.
“You have to work on your lines, Jack.” Ianto smirked. “ So I gather we are going to see your former girlfriend tonight. It’s been ages since I went to a pop concert, don’t know if I’m not too old for that kind of thing.”
“Never too old for Madonna. Come on, we don’t want to be late. We have VIP stage passes and front row seats! I pulled some strings.”
Ianto giggled with the image of Jack in full-on Captain-mode forming in his head...running to the ticket office, waving a Torchwood pass and spinning a yarn about Madonna being from another planet...
To Ianto’s own surprise it turned out to be a very pleasant date. Or could one not say that about a pop concert? They had a back-stage dinner with the crew, a kind of buffet style do – nothing fancy – and then a tour of the venue. They actually got to shake hands briefly with the star herself, with promises of an afterparty. Ianto wasn’t sure, but out of the corner of his eye it seemed like Jack and Madonna were exchanging conspiratory glances and winks.
Then the concert started and he found himself surrounded by screaming fans and loud music. Jack put his arm protectively around his shoulders and tried to whisper in his ear. He tried again, now almost yelling: “ Just go with the flow and enjoy it. She is a professional entertainer and gives a great performance!”
So Ianto gave himself up to the thumping rhythm of the bass and let the music wash over him. Jack was actually right, this was great! He even put his hands up when asked from the stage and waved on command with the rest of the crowd.
Al too soon the lights dimmed and the music stopped. The audience went wild and screamed for more, stamping and clapping. Jack and Ianto joined in, the Captain hollering “Having a good time?” to his lover.
Ianto beamed at him and yelled back: ”The best!”
The lights came back on again and the crowd went quiet. Caught in the spotlight there she was, the star. Looking like a young girl for all her 50 something years, carrying one red rose and searching the crowd as looking for one special person.
In the background the first chords of her absolute tophit started. Madonna crooned the first couplet and the people went wild. She hushed them with one gesture of her hand, holding the rose out to the people in front.
“Today is a special day, it’s the day for lovers to show what the other person means to them.”
She moved to the edge of the stage and looked straight at Jack. Ianto let out a huge sigh...only Jack...
Madonna sang through the second verse and the chorus. Jack looked up, beaming his famous Harkness grin at her. He put his arm around Ianto again and pulled him closer.
The singer smiled and spoke straight at them: “ I don’t usually do requests, but for this man I will make an exception. The man who inspired me to write this song told me not long ago
That he now gets it – I could never make him understand the meaning behind this song. But he asked me to sing it tonight for the man who could.”
She reached down and pushed the rose in Ianto’s hands. “Ianto Jones, you are special. And if Jack says so, it must be true.”
You're so fine and you're mine
I'll be yours 'till the end of time
'Cause you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
I've nothing to hide
The spotlight turned to the two men. Ianto was blinded by its brightness and stunned by the words of the superstar. The people around them clapped and cheered and Jack looked smugly at him but with a bit of an apology in his eyes. He knew Ianto didn’t like to be the centre of attention, but hey, he was gorgeous and special and he deserved to be told on this Valentine’s day.
Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me, and your heart beats, and you love me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can't you hear my heart beat
For the very first time.
With a polite nod, the young Welshman thanked the singer and turned towards his lover.
“Jack Harkness, you are one soppy git.” He whispered in the Captains ear as he pulled him close and started to snog him senseless in front of the captive audience.
Eventually they had to come up for air. “Let’s skip that afterparty, Cariad.” Ianto panted.
“I’m sure Mads won’t be offended and besides..we can do a better one ourselves.” Jack quipped.
“Still no improvement on those lines, Sir!” Ianto sighed.
“Might be true, but you love me regardless.”
“That I do, Cariad. That I do.”
And as the lights came on and the crowds started to leave the building Madonna watched the images on the monitor of the security camera’s. The Captain and Ianto kissing and groping on their way towards the exit. She could see the look on Jack’s face and the way his eyes lit up every time Ianto smiled.
Silently she said a prayer for the Captain, the lost and lonely soul that had finally found a place to call home.