Rating: MA 15+
Genre: AU/ Romance
Spoilers: None. AU but the names of the Episodes are mentioned
Summary: There is a new Boss for Torchwood Cardiff.
Jack learns Ianto’s secret
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Torchwood- Copyright BBC.
beta’d by the wonderful wanda1969
‘thoughts are in italics and single quotes’
They got back to the main base camp and each of the groups were given until dinner time to practice their ‘Party Pieces’.
Jack and his group had the dining room, and two hours ‘till the meal. They were told they would also get an hour in the hall, on the stage, in the morning.
“All right, Ianto has typed out the songs, and Tosh has organised the music, so all we have to do is work out the sets, costumes and the actual movements. I reckon there won’t be all that much movement, we can then keep the words in view in case we forget any.”
They all worked well as a team, but the biggest problem was again Gwen as she wanted to be the star and was huffy when she just had to be in the background when the others were singing.
The rest of the day passed quickly and the last session before dinner was an hour presentation on ‘The Future of Torchwood and where to next!’
Ianto sighed, ‘I hate these sort of things. It’s all how good we are and what we are dong, and oh, look, we are fantastic - nothing relating to the real world and the people who actually do the work.’ He rolled his eyes and gave another big sigh.
Jack looked at Ianto. He hadn’t managed to sit near Ianto, as he had been pulled aside by one of the T1 manager - who wanted to ask a few questions about the US office. Jack studied Ianto. ‘He doesn’t look all that happy, wonder what is wrong. Hope this session ends soon. This stuff is so boring. I really want to have a good cup of coffee with just Ianto.’ Jack smiled as his thoughts drifted off.
Tosh noticed Jack looking at Ianto. ‘They would make a cute couple,’ she mused. ‘He’d better be nice to Ianto, otherwise he will feel the damage a heel can do to the instep of your foot - or maybe to other parts of his anatomy.’
Gwen was staring at Jack, ‘God he’s handsome. Just right for me. We would look so right together - we’re both gorgeous, a stunning, good looking couple.’ She sighed, imagining the two of them in a big house, and Jack giving her everything she wanted.
Owen was day dreaming and thinking, ‘This stuff is a load of bollocks.’ He looked around the group, his eyes fell on Gwen. ‘Wonder what she would be like in the sack? Tosh? both of them?’ He shivered. ‘Nah, Tosh is a friend, wouldn’t want to stuff that up and Gwen - she would want everything her way, and boy, does she talk.’
The session finally ended. Jack tried to get to Ianto to find out what was wrong, but before he could get to him a hand grabbed his arm.
“Jack, how did you enjoy that session? So much better than doing silly exercises. We should get together and go over some of the details, alone, so we could...” Gwen twirled a lock of her hair around her finger and lent slightly forward, pushing her cleavage up. “We could go outside after dinner, just the two of us - alone.” She smiled as she stood in front of him, blocking his exit.
Jack looked at her and wondered, ‘Does she do that on purpose, trap you or is it just her innate talent?’ Jack watched Ianto leave the session, ‘He still looks sad - I wonder what’s wrong? What can I do to make it better?’
“Are you listening to me Jack? Come with me, we’ll get a drink and have a nice long chat,” encouraged Gwen.
“Not now Gwen, I need to go and...” What can I say to get rid of her? “Go Pee, I’ll talk to you later.”
Jack looked around, but he couldn’t see Ianto. “Damn!” He muttered to himself, as he stood outside the meeting room. He saw Gwen and started to walk towards the Gents, ‘Well it will get me away from that women,’ he thought.
He walked into the Gents and saw Ianto, standing head down at the basin. Jack just stopped inside the door and watched as Ianto took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Jack asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Jack, I’ll be fine. I just hate the corporate mumbo jumbo from head office, it brings back some bad memories.”
“I can’t imagine what it would be to make you seem so... down. Do you want to tell me? As a friend.”
“It’s nothing, rather stupid in fact, just remembering an old friend. She use to run these sort of things, she loved to do the presentations, said it was her only chance to be centre stage. She wanted to be an actress, she.... she died, rather dramatically and this just brought it back.”
"It’s okay, memories can be triggered by the smallest thing: a smell, a sound, and they can be quite overpowering if you aren’t expecting it... what was it?”
“As I said, it was silly. It was the first slide of the powerpoint presentation.”
“The funny one with all the heads really large, trying to fit into the doorway?”
“Yep. That’s the one. She made it up. There are several of her friends that she depicted.”
“Yeah, I’m the one with the red dragon pin on, you can’t really make it out. It looks like a red blob on the lapel.”
“I thought it was a ‘red ribbon’ badge, didn’t recognise it as you and the guy had blonde hair... wait, you had blonde hair at one time?”
“Yeah, it was a bet. I went blonde and she went pink, Joe had to go black, and Jules had to shave her’s off. We raised money for the kids’ hospital, we all got people to sponsor us and a few of my mates said they would double their donations if I kept it blonde for 3 weeks. We all raised nearly £1000, it was good.”
“What happened to her?”
“I don’t know if it made the news in the States. There was a man, he... it... it was... it just...” Ianto took a deep breath. “Okay that made no sense. She was my girlfriend, she disappeared and was found, murdered, and it was very messy.”
They had started to walk back to the meeting room.
“Yeah, she had been killed, cut up and prepared to be eaten.”
“The Kill Grill case?”
“Yeah, the Police thought it was me first off, that I had killed her. But they found the bastard and he got life. Sometimes it comes back to haunt me, but it’s getting better. I can be a bit skittish, as my sister says, at times. Sorry.”
“If I can ever help you, just ask.” Jack put his hand on Ianto’s arm, and Ianto, without thinking, moved closer to Jack. Jack put an arm over his shoulder, hugging him towards him.
“Let’s get away from maudlin thoughts. Light and laughter is what we need. What I need.”
“You know what I need, Mr Jones?”
Jack was looking out towards the meeting area, and saw Gwen making a bee line for him.
“Protection from Gwen. She still thinks I like her and want to spend time with her. It’s driving me mad. She’s inane and self centered. Please, Mr Jones, save me!” Jack said the last part in a pleading, joking voice.
Ianto looked towards Gwen, who was moving towards Jack with a very determined look on her face. Ianto smiled and said. “You are in trouble, she had her determined face on. It’s nigh on impossible to distract her when she is like that.”
“Oh please, Mr Jones, save me!” Jack fluttered his eyelashes, and Ianto giggled, as he had hoped he would, lightening his mood.
Gwen stalked up and again put her hand on Jack’s elbow.
“Come with me. Let’s go and sit down, you look a bit upset. Tell me about it Jack. I can help you, soothe you, I’m good at soothing.” Gwen kept saying silly things, whilst trying to get Jack to walk with her.
Ianto smiled then smirked at the look of horror on Jack’s face. Trying not to laugh, he said, “Gwen, please I need to speak with Jack about some emails from the office. I’m sure he’ll join you when we’ve finished.” This seemed to placate her and made Jack smile.
“Well, we’re even now Jack. You made me smile and rescued me from my thoughts, and I made you smile and rescued you from big, mean, scary Gwen. Now we will have to go and look busy, cos I reckon that will only hold her off for twenty minutes and,” Ianto looked at his watch, “it’s a half hour to dinner.”
Jack and Ianto returned to the meeting room. Ianto opened up his laptop. “What shall we look at?” he asked.
“We can play a game, look at porn, surf holiday destinations or even check emails like we said we would.”
Ianto smiled. “Not the best suggestion, maybe, in case someone comes in. We’ll leave that to later.”
Jack spluttered. ‘He does surprise me all the time,’ he thought.
“Here,” continued Ianto, “let me show you something I like to do.”
Ianto opened up a Google search page.
“Pick a country.”
“Australia.” Ianto typed in Australia and brought up a map.
“Now pick a city or area.”
Ianto typed into the search engine.
“The idea is to pick a dream home. I usually pick one by the sea. You can choose ones way over your budget, and dream.”
The two of them sat there, dreaming of living on the beach front, with cool ocean breezes and independent incomes.
“It’s a nice dream Ianto, and a very pleasant way to spend some time hiding from Gwen,” commented Jack.
“No problems, glad you enjoyed it. It does take your mind away and allows you to let go of memories,” replied Ianto.
Jack looked at Ianto, trying to imagine what it would be like to be accused of killing your girlfriend and then finding out she had been brutally murdered. ‘He is such a strong man. That would have destroyed a lesser man.’ Jack thought.