Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-05-22 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | au, doctor who, rated: adult, slash, torchwood, x-over |
Fic: Juggernaut 1/1 Torchwood/Doctor Who
Title: Juggernaut
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who/Torchwood.
Characters: Doctor 10, Ianto
Words: 6163
Prompt: Doctor must win angry Ianto's heart.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Pairing: Doctor/Ianto
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: After Torchwood One has fallen, Ianto meets the Doctor.
Author's Note: Completely frakking random mishmash ideas, I have no clue where it came from.
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Explosions still rocked the central core of the Torchwood One building a day after it had begun. While the fight with the Daleks and the original cybermen was over, them having been sucked in to the void between dimensions, they had left something behind. Fighting those that remained were their once fellow colleagues. The 'upgraded' Torchwood One members had the armor of cybermen, which meant they had the weapons. What they lacked, was the sheer vicious will and determination of the survivors.
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Ianto could hear the firing of both cybermen and Torchwood people. The distinct, harmless sounding energy weapons of the cybermen repeated their barrage as they grew closer. The machine gun fire from the humans put him more on edge than anything else. Even walking among the cyber converters, he felt no fear of them. Carefully, he darted from one after another, searching them for his missing beloved.
Frantic, he dared to alert anyone to his presence. "Lisa?" He called softly at first, hoping she was near enough to hear. The machines were silent, but still it felt as if a cacophony of wails filled his ears. "Lisa!" No matter how loud he got, there was no response.
He was running out of converters when the fighting broke in to the room. Glancing over to the entrance, still partially covered by the plastic sheeting, he watched a dozen cybermen march in to the room. They were followed closely by a dozen more with their arms raised, walking backwards, and firing.
Ducking behind a converter, Ianto's chest felt heavy. It was over, he had failed and Lisa had paid the price. Tears stung his eyes until he felt them give, sliding down his cheeks. Closing them, he turned away from the fighting.
The humans, having reached the room, were using everything they had to silence them. A few held energy weapons while the others used machine guns to varying degrees of success. They must have made an impact if the upgrades had fallen back here.
It didn't matter, though. He was done with everything. Without Lisa, he had no life, without Torchwood, there was nothing else to keep him there.
Taking a shuddering breath, Ianto opened his eyes. He was started to go the far way around the converters. Passed the final row was a door that led to the stairs with roof access. It wouldn't be pleasant, but it would be final.
Ianto had only gotten to the final row when saw movement between converters. Heart fluttering in his chest, he froze. The unyielding visage of a cyberman appeared from the shadows and he lost the ability to breath. Dropping to his knees, Ianto watched with wide eyes as it raised their particle gun. A hysterical giggle floated across his mind at the idea that he would be killed by the same weapon he had helped perfect.
Instead of turning him to carbon, as it was designed, the weapon melted the converters to slag. Explosions filled the room as the cyberman spun slowly, laying waste to everything. Ianto cringed as it marched passed to reach more of the converters. Up close, he could hear it repeating something, but couldn't make out the words.
By the time it reached the reached the other cybermen, there were only two remaining. Thanks to its march of destruction, Ianto could clearly see all the way back to where they were losing against the humans. He saw them turn as the traitor fired on them. They disappeared in a shower of light and sparks, much like their converters.
Spinning away from the humans, the cyberman continued its rampage through the converters. Destroying everything that remained from their inter dimensional conquerers, it was left unbothered by the confused humans just outside the room. By the time it had finished, nothing but cooling slag and scorched concrete remained. Facing the stunned humans, it raised the particle weapon at its own head.
"I did my duty for queen and country." Squeezing the trigger, it exploded in a shower of sparks as the particle weapon hit the floor.
Falling backwards on to his ass, Ianto shook his head. It couldn't be. He knew who that had been. Suddenly, the very horror of reality came to him and he understood everything that had happened. The battle was finally over and he had lost.
Stumbling to his feet, he wasn't quite sure how he made it. He jumped when a head poked in to the room from the entrance. Ianto had forgotten about the people who had been fighting the cybermen. When the man smiled at him, Ianto nearly had a heart attack. As it was, he staggered back, shaking his head.
Trying to appear harmless, Jack holstered his weapon before he stepped fully into the room. He signaled for the rest of his team to enter and pick up the particle gun. They weren't really his team, but he had been the most senior member and naturally assumed command. His team were currently securing the rest of the building, making sure there weren't any more nasty surprises waiting.
He walked slowly towards the man, his hands up. The pale skin and dark eyes told him the man was capable of almost anything at the moment. They had lost a lot of good people today and he didn't want to be responsible for any more if he could. "Hello. My name is Jack. Can you tell me yours?"
"Mr. Jones." Swallowing, Ianto felt faint. He backed up when Jack took another step towards him, flinching away as the man raised a hand higher.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Mr. Jones." Giving his best smile, Jack lowered his hands slowly. "Can you tell me your first name?"
Shaking his head, Ianto backed away a few more steps. If he could make it across the few meters separating him from the stair well, he knew he could reach the roof. Eyes darting to the door, he almost missed Jack's shift in body language. Almost. His plans discovered, Ianto broke for it. He almost reached the door, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around him. He screamed bloody murder, kicking and flailing in an attempt to throw the man off him.
Releasing the man, Jack threw him against the wall. He watched the surprised Mr. Jones hit it face first then bounce off it and on to the floor. Exhaling quickly, he braced himself, hands on hips. "Holy shit, this place is truly fucked up."
"Room secured, sir." Coming up behind Jack, a woman with a Torchwood ear piece stopped just outside his reach. "We have a few pockets of resistance, some of our escapees refusing to go quietly, but the rest of the building is quiet."
"Very well." Jack snapped his fingers to get the attention of the people behind him. "Take Mr. Jones down to level one containment. I wanna know who he is, what he was doing here unconverted, and why he ran."
"As you wish, sir." Nodding to two of her team members, she gestured with two fingers at Ianto's unconscious body.
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Torchwood's black security beret pulled down over his hair, the Doctor peeked out from his hiding place between two large stacks of crates. The borrowed uniform he was wearing was uncomfortably tight in certain areas of his anatomy that didn't bare thinking about. It was no wonder the commandos had looked pissed off all the time. He was about to make a brisk walk for the TARDIS when his ear piece crackled with a familiar voice.
"This Captain Jack Harkness to all teams, the cybermen and their converters have been destroyed. The stage one condition has been eliminated and we are set back to stage three. Continue clean up operations."
"Yes!" The Doctor shook his fist in vindictive triumph. "Good going, Captain."
"Be on alert for a man who looks as if he shouldn't be here. The Doctor was captured once, but has escaped. We have good reason to believe he is in the building. He is to be detained only, do not harm. I repeat, do not harm him!"
"Oh, well, damn." Frowning, the Doctor lowered his hand. Sour mood restored, he scowled at the holding area. There were still people scattered around the room, but he no longer cared. All he had to do was reach his TARDIS and he could get the hell out of this time line. Just a few more meters and he would be home free.
A commotion off a ways provided the needed distraction. Thanking his lucky stars, the Doctor was about to sprint the rest of the way when he was slammed from behind. Crying out in shock, he tried to spin around, but the person clutched him tightly. An arm slid around his neck while a second hand riffled through his clothes.
Coming up with the sonic screwdriver, Ianto pointed it at the people who had their guns out and aimed at him. Pulling his hostage flush with his body, he shook off the encroaching blackness. "Stay away! I do not want to harm anyone, just let me go!"
"You don't want to do this." Gripping Ianto's arm, the Doctor mentally cursed his rotten luck. The arm tightened about his neck. "I'm not going to be able to get you what you want."
"Be silent!" Nearly choking his hostage, Ianto switched his aim with the sonic screwdriver from person to person.
"I'm not what you think I am." The Doctor finally got what Ianto wanted him to do when his air was suddenly and viciously cut off. Hot breath flowed over his ear as Ianto leaned in close to whisper.
"If you are of no use to me as a bargaining tool, then you will provide services as a human shield." Backing away from the slowly advancing Torchwood staff, Ianto continued to ward them off with the Doctor's tool. He wasn't exactly sure what it was or did, but he knew it could really cause trouble and that was all he needed.
The Doctor was about to fight back when Ianto's grip shifted again and he could breathe once more. Eyes closed, he gasped for air, grateful for that at least. As soon as he wasn't seeing spots any more, he was going to give this young man a lecture about proper hostage care. What good would he be to anyone dead?
Almost enough to surround Ianto, the gathered security personnel parted ways as Jack arrived. Gun out and clutching his ear piece, he took the lead as he came out at the front of the Torchwood crowd. Raising his weapon, he pointed it in Ianto's general direction. "Don't make me shoot you, Mr. Jones! Release the man and we can all forget this happened."
"I know your policies, Captain Harkness." The American accent gave him away. His own mind returning to him, Ianto had remembered who Jack was. He was also very aware of what they would do to him after having found him in the cyberman conversion room. "You will not take me alive."
"I'd rather wish you'd reconsider that. We have a lot to talk about." Staring Ianto directly in the eyes, Jack smiled hopefully. "Please."
Snorting, Ianto dragged the Doctor back another step.
Having been distracted from his attempt to escape, the Doctor switched between glaring at Jack and his gun, to tilting his head so he could watch Ianto. It was all very entertaining, and under normal circumstances, he would love to know how it ended.
Noting his gun as if for the first time, Jack lowered it quickly. "I'm sorry it happened this way." Jack took a small step forward. "Please, give me another chance." Seeing Ianto was unmoved, Jack dropped knelt and dropped his gun on the floor. "I miss her too."
"You didn't even know her!" Back another step, Ianto felt something drawing him. If he could just reach it, he would be free.
"I wanted to. You have no idea how much I wanted to." For every two steps Ianto and the Doctor took, Jack took one. He was slowly making his way towards them, but he knew he wouldn't be able to reach them before they got to the TARDIS. "You both meant everything to me."
Narrowing his eyes, Ianto pointed the sonic screwdriver directly at Jack's heart. "You dishonor her memory by speaking of things you know nothing about! She was my world, my everything. I would have died for her." Taking another step back, Ianto bumped in to something hard. Flattening himself against it, he brought the Doctor closer to him.
Seeing that they had reached the TARDIS, Jack threw himself to his knees, landing in front of the Doctor and Ianto. Crossing his arms over his heart, he pleaded with him. "Please, Doctor, give me another chance. Take me with you."
"Doctor." Whispering the word in horror, Ianto looked at the man in his arms, then down to the sonic screwdriver in his hand. "You."
"Me." Smirking, the Doctor bopped his head. "Bout time some sense trickled through your brain."
"You?" Frowning, Jack looked between the Doctor and Ianto in confusion. "If your not you, and you're the Doctor, then who is he?"
"Mr. Jones?" Oh it was turning in to one of those days! Shrugging off Ianto's arm, the Doctor raised his hand. "Can I please have my sonic screwdriver back?"
Ianto felt as if the wind had been sucked out of him. Arm going limp, he dropped the tool in to the Doctor's hand. It was over, his hostage wasn't even a hostage and his weapon was a damned sonic screwdriver. Hanging his head, he closed his eyes.
"Well, as interesting as this has been, I've quite had enough of this." Frowning, the Doctor reached in the pocket of his Torchwood uniform and pulled out his TARDIS key. He turned to open the door, ignoring the stunned crowd of personnel and the kneeling Jack. As he opened the TARDIS, he reached up and patted Ianto on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself."
"They're going to kill me." Ianto hadn't realized he cared about that, but the words confirmed something inside him. He didn't really want to die.
"What?" Half a step from leaving, the Doctor looked back at Ianto. Then he switched back to Jack and the Torchwood people. "Is that true?"
Jack's face shut down. "Doctor, his fate isn't your concern."
"Oh. Well, I guess it's really bad luck for you then, isn't it." Patting Ianto on the shoulder again, the Doctor turned back to the TARDIS' entrance. Stepping inside, he closed the door.
As the familiar screech of the time core activating filled the room, Jack signaled for his people come and get Ianto. "Take him. Let the Doctor go, he'll be back." Standing up, Jack angrily dusted off his pants. "Eventually."
The moment the security team touched him, Ianto spun, desperate to get away. Seeing nothing but the shadow of the TARDIS as it disappeared, he cried out. "You bastard! I'll see you in hell!" He was still ranting and raving as they hauled him towards the holding cells.
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Bouncing in his seat as the van hit a pothole, Ianto could hear the shackles around his hands and ankles shift. The suit he was wearing was of poor quality, but it still made him feel a little secure. For three days he had sat in the holding cell on Level One. No one came to visit him, and aside from the food delivery through the small air lock, he hadn't any other activities. Then this morning, he had been awakened with the clank of the door opening and a new suit being left in the air lock.
They had waited until he was dressed before bringing in the shackles. Six of them were waiting for him when the door opened for that. Despite the situation, that had cheered him a little. Human prisoners only warranted two, six was an honor guard. No one spoke a word, just marched him out to the panel van and locked him in the back with two more guards.
An undetermined amount of time later, he had dozed off three times, he was slowly moving through city streets. The frequent stopping and engine sounds he could hear through the walls told him that. They must have been close to their destination because the guards up front were more alert. Every few seconds the passenger guard would shoot a look over his shoulder through the mesh wall that separated them.
Ianto was about to suggest he do something unpleasant when the engine died. It was instant and quiet, one moment they were moving and the next the van was at a dead stop.
The guard frowned as he tried to turn the engine over, but it wouldn't even spark. "Come on, you bloody piece of shit!" He hit the steering wheel in frustration after he tried a third time. "Damn it!"
A white light filled the cabin as the back doors flew open. Grinning like a maniac, the doctor held up a glowing piece of equipment that looked suspiciously like a leave blower. "Good evening, gents! I've got the feeling you're carrying around something that doesn't belong to you. If you'd kindly hand it over, I'll be gladly on my way!"
Ianto was instantly spitting with rage. Lunging at the Doctor, he was neither hindered or helped by the chains. As he reached for the Time Lord, the guards finally sprung in to action. Too late, Ianto was at the Doctor and the light intensified.
A moment later, the guards came to with a snort, their van parked on the side of the road. In the back, two pairs of cuffs, a pair of shoes, and one cheap suit were laid out in the seat as if waiting to be put on.
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When Ianto awakened, it was to nothing so mundane as the back of a security van. Cool sheets piled around him, Ianto sat up in the softest bed he had ever known. His first thought was that he was naked, his second was the most obvious. He had been abducted by an alien, but had he been probed? While a member of Torchwood, he had been exposed to a variety of close encounter tales. The one where the victim awoke naked usually involved a large rectal device.
As his memory of the van returned, Ianto felt his face heat up and he clenched the sheet in his fists. The Doctor had obviously had a hand in this. He had never heard a story of the alien abducting people for anal probing, but that didn't exactly make Ianto feel safe. It also didn't stop him from being pissed off at the Time Lord.
Speaking of which, he glanced about the room. It was wide, pale gray with a white marble pattern across the walls. On the far side, he could see the Doctor standing against what appeared to be a doorway with his arms crossed. He was looking out the window, the sun of whatever planet they were on, highlighting his features.
Modesty almost kept him in the bed, but Ianto wanted revenge. Sliding out of the bed, he wrapped a sheet around his waist. Once it was tied securely, he tried to move as silently as possible. It was damn near impossible while having a sheet drag behind him like a train, but he nearly succeeded. Nearly.
"I'm sorry." Though he spoke, the Doctor kept his watch out over the ocean. It was a beautiful vista, one of his favorite places to come when alone. He wasn't quite sure why he had brought the human Mr. Jones, but here they were.
The words gave him pause. Halting his planned attack, Ianto instead, came up beside the time lord to lean against the opposite wall. Wanting to see what drew the Doctor's attention, he looked out through the large arch doorway. Brilliant red sunlight gave the yellow ocean an orange hue as the sun sank over the horizon. The cobalt rock walls of the building housing their room shimmered and sparkled. Gentle waves lapping on the shore lulled him in to a calm. "Where are we?"
"Seilos Four. The Arcanan home world before they abandoned it to search the stars for who knows what." The Doctor shifted to get more comfortable against the stone. His own nerves shot, he continued staring out over the ocean, mesmerized until the sun had finally sunk beneath the waves. "I always meant to come back."
"You did." Words clipped, Ianto refused to look at the Time Lord, even as he was faced. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Some how, it would have felt like forgiving him and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that. "I suppose that's what is important."
"It took me a long time to realize I wasn't angry with you. In fact, I should have thanked you. You helped me escape, whatever your intentions." Tilting his head to the side, the Doctor pursed his lips in thought. "Six months wasn't that long, I guess, not when you consider I've had over nine hundred years."
"Really? You've aged well." It was absurd, he was talking with an Alien he was supposed to be pissed at as if nothing of consequence were happening there.
Silence fell between them for a while. Only the ocean was heard as the last of the sunlight disappeared and the first of four moons rose on the horizon.
"Why did you come for me?" The words came from no where, but Ianto knew it had been his voice.
"She wouldn't have ever forgiven me. I'm not sure she would for leaving you in the first place." Finally giving in, the Doctor glanced over at Ianto. He was surprised to find the Human looking back at him. For a moment, everything else faded away and all he could feel was the terrible loss. Seeing it reflected back from the eyes of the young man, he had to turn away. "You're..." His words were lost.
Glancing down, Ianto realized he was still wearing the sheet. Clearing his throat, he wiped his face. "Might I inquire where my clothes are?"
"Sorry, you'll have to find something else to wear." A slight smirk crossed his features as he noted the coloring of Ianto's skin. "The transmat beam only takes living things. I've been meaning to get a more modern model, but just never seem to get around to doing it. On the bright side, if one had to go clothesless, you've got the right body to pull it off."
"Thank you, now I only feel half..." He trailed off with a wave of his hand. It wasn't worth the effort. Crossing his arms over his chest, Ianto looked out the doorway again. Clouds were appearing on the horizon, competing with the moon for a prominence. "What year are we in?"
"Truthfully? I'm not entirely sure." The Doctor waved a hand through the doorway and everything around them shimmered out of existence. They stood in an orange colored room similar in size and shape to the one they had been in. "We are definitely in the eighty-third century some time, on Earth. That's about all I can tell you. Lugging you around shifted my priorities. Mind you, it wasn't at all easy, considering you weigh close to..." He smirked as Ianto was back to glaring at him.
Shifting so more of his body was covered by the sheet, Ianto narrowed his eyes. "My weight is optimal for my body mass and size."
"It certainly is." Taking in Ianto with a long, drawn out look, the Doctor let his gaze take in every inch of the human. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly looked away embarrassed. What was wrong with him? He wasn't Jack Harkness, there were limits for him, standards even. Clearing his throat, he turned back to the door of their room. "Right, well, I'll be back. If you wish to return to Seilos Four, put your hand in the doorway and say its name." Hand on the door, he slipped out before it completely slid back.
Left alone in the room, Ianto stood at the doorway for a moment more before putting his hand in the arch. "Seilos Four." Instantly, he was back in the gray room with white marble patterns. Standing in the doorway, he could feel the winds blow across his face. In the distance, he could swear there were birds. Or may be it was just his imagination.
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Hands in his pockets, the Doctor walked the streets of what had once been called London. In fact, it was the exact spot where Torchwood One Tower had stood. Right now, it was just a landing port for sky taxies. The real important place was half a kilometer away. It was some fancy building that rose in to the blue and disappeared. He could have chosen to go there, find out why exactly he had chosen this time, but he knew why the place. There wasn't really anything important here.
He wasn't quite feeling himself. The last six months since he lost Rose had seen him drifting about in a daze. Several times, he had left behind a situation he might have made a difference in at one time. His actions had been cowardly and on some level, he felt ashamed. He was the only one who could have helped those people, but the misery they suffered just hadn't touched him.
As it was, only a sense of anger and shared misery had driven him back for Ianto. The human had lost someone too in the Dalek/Cyberman invasion. Humans had an expression he was starting to understand for this situation. Then again, humans had expressions for everything. Quite a lot of time they seemed to have on their hands for a species with a blink of an eye lifespan.
Part of him was gratified to feel Ianto's anger. He wanted to revel in it, that same part of him wanted to stoke it and see how the human would react. Ianto seemed the kind of creature who would smolder deep inside, then explode in a truly spectacularly disastrous way. That was a kind of talent the Doctor could appreciate.
Still, another part wanted to see Ianto's suffering. He wanted to experience it with him, to feel every moment of his agony. Then he would compare it to his own, see if he was just being selfish or if he truly was alone with the depths of his grief. There hardly seemed to be a being capable of experiencing the depths of his emotions.
Beyond that, he wasn't sure what use Ianto was to him. The Doctor knew he wanted something from the human, else he wouldn't have brought him some where so far away from everything he familiar. Out here, on the rim of time, Ianto would depend completely upon him. Secretly, that thrilled him. Ianto was his, would cling to him, would be his companion. Without anything to go back to, Ianto would be....
The Doctor's eyes went wide. Had he really thought that? Was that really why he had left Ianto behind, then returned to get him? Surely he wasn't that twisted? No longer certain of any thing where Ianto was concerned, the Doctor walked on, troubled.
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Ianto was in bed when he returned to the room. The night time simulation had bathed the room in light from the four moons. Several varying shades lit the shimmering stone walls, causing them to sparkle. In the center of the mattress, the Doctor could see the pale skin of Ianto's back, luminescent in the moonlight. The sheets had pulled down near his hips and he was snoring slightly.
Slipping off his coat, he started for the bed. Halfway there, Ianto's mumbling made him stop.
Ianto rolled over on to his back, stomach displayed as he stretched backwards over the pillows.
Staring, some what in awe, the Doctor felt indescribable. All he could think was that it was some where between blah and yippie! Frowning, he stomped all over those emotions and continued to the bed. It was late, even for him, and he was tired. Tugging on his shirt, he pulled it open heedless of the buttons. As he shrugged it and his shoes off, he undid the belt holding up his pants. Once free, they fell in a most satisfactory manner and he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Being this close to Ianto made him a little nervous. He wanted to do bad things to the human, things he wasn't entirely certain about. Things Rose, despite her willingness, would never have gone for. Thinking about Rose made him want to do those things to Ianto, even if he said no.
Before he knew it, the Doctor was reaching out to place his palm flat on Ianto's firm stomach. He flexed his fingers a little, twirling the tips in the hair he found there. When he felt the skin quake under his touch, he looked up to Ianto's face and found him wide eyed, staring back. A twist of smugness made his lips curl. "You'd let me do anything."
Ianto remained silent, continuing to watch the Doctor. He scarcely breathed under the alien touch.
"You're a very dangerous individual, Mr. Jones." Without realizing it, the Doctor slid his hand up Ianto's body to rest on the center of his chest. His fingers rested in his chest hair, covering the wildly beating heart within. "It would be a smart thing to do, taking you back."
Taking a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes. He could feel Ianto's pulse increase and enjoyed it. "Oh, yes, I know what you are. You're that one ring; the siren stone, that once activated, will never let you put it down. You're the drug, when first tasted, is instantly addicting and so deadly I can feel it deep in my bones, but can never go without."
Mesmerized, Ianto watched as the Doctor reached up and ran a finger down the center of his face, over his nose, and stopping on his lips.
"I would do well to take you back and let you rot. Or better yet, toss you in to the nearest sun. I don't doubt the Universe would be a better place for it." Now, he was tracing Ianto's lips with his thumb, unable to make himself let go. "You'll let me do anything to you, and will still love me for it. I could shatter you, piece by piece, and all the while you would beg me to never leave."
Moaning in distress, the Doctor wanted to pull away. He fought against it, the need to dominate this man. Opening his eyes, he met Ianto's gaze. "You're an addiction, Mr. Jones, the key that unlocks the chains binding the little monster inside. Anyone who claims you will ultimately be destroyed, perverted, corrupted by the lusts you inspire."
Swallowing, Ianto licked his lips, and consequently, the Doctor's thumb. "I want to..."
"Shh. What you think you want doesn't matter." Leaning over Ianto, the Doctor's lips twisted in a horrible parody of his usual smile. "You only need one thing, the one thing only I can give you." The Doctor shifted on to the bed until he was draped over the young man. Tracing a line down Ianto's forehead to his temple and curled on his cheek, he briefly pressed his lips to Ianto's. "Say my name, Mr. Jones, ask me, and I will let you have it."
Mouth dry, Ianto had to swallow again. He cleared his throat as a nervous shiver ran down his body. Nodding, Ianto spread his legs so the Doctor could settle between them. He closed his eyes, taking his final breath, knowing he was doomed. "Please, Doctor, may I be your companion?"
Chuckling, the Doctor lowered his lips to kiss along Ianto's jaw. Pressing each soft touch, one after another, until he reached his ear. He blew gently across the sensitive skin of Ianto's ear before leaning in close to whisper. "You belong with me now, Mr. Jones."
"Ianto. My name is Ianto." Shivering, Ianto wrapped an arm around the Doctor's shoulders.
On his cheek, as he sank on to Ianto's body, burying himself in the yielding flesh, a single tear ran down free.
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The hub was silent in the dead of night. When the screeching sound appeared out of no where, no alarms went off. There were no lockdowns initiated. No weapons were drawn to combat an invading threat. For all intents and purposes, it was a completely unacknowledged event, the TARDIS suddenly appearing in the heart of Torchwood Three.
Stumbling from his office, Jack wandered to the observation deck overlooking the hub. Between Toshiko's and Suzie's consoles, the blue police box sat as if it belonged there. For so long he had looked forward to this moment. Before their last encounter, he had dreamt of nothing but being in there with him. After, he had no idea what to expect and he found it scared him a little.
Suddenly, the doors opened.
Striding out, the Doctor looked about the hub with an appraising eye. Finding no form of threat, he gestured for someone behind him to exit.
Jack's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Mr. Jones. The man he now knew was one Ianto Jones, research and tech development. Crossing his arms, he leaned over the railing. "Well, now I see where you've been for the past year. Care to come up and answer a few questions?"
Head shooting up, the Doctor looked Jack squarely in the eye. Waving his fingers, he grinned. "Hello, Jack!"
"Hello, Doctor." Jack nodded at Ianto. "What brings you back?"
"The TARDIS." Snorting at his own joke, the Doctor wandered over to Tosh's console. Flicking a couple switches, he pecked on the keyboard with his index finger. "Not too sophisticated, not at all like what I expected after the last set up. Boy was that ever posh!"
"Torchwood Three was never cutting edge." Suit immaculate, Ianto kept his hands at his sides. A pair of black leather gloves kept him from touching anything inadvertently. Glancing up to Jack, Ianto smirked. "You've certainly kept up the air of mystique. Anyone entering here would never believe it was the headquarters of a secret organization bent on salvaging alien technology."
Flipping him off, Jack trounced down the stairs to stand in front of the Doctor. Hands on hips, he itched to go for his weapon. It wasn't the Doctor, but something about Ianto set his nerves on edge. "Did you come here just to insult me, or do you have another reason?"
"I dunno." Finally meeting Jack's look, the Doctor gave him a genuine smile. "The TARDIS brought us here. While she's recharging, we're pretty much stuck here." Scratching at the back of his head, the Doctor nodded to Ianto. "Do you have a kitchen? I could really go for some tea. A little orange rind in it, perhaps?"
Jack looked to Ianto as well. "You know the way?"
"I do indeed, sir." Smiling, Ianto nodded once to the Doctor before stepping around Jack and heading up the stairs in to the hub.
"Of course." After a second of watching the Doctor, Jack thought of something. "Does he make coffee?" He turned towards the direction Ianto had gone. "Make some coffee too, fresh, not that instant crap!" Looking back at the Doctor, Jack waved a hand. "Owen likes that jar stuff, mix in hot water, instant heart burn. You've never tasted something that awful."
"Well, not since Ianto joined me." Nodding, the Doctor looked over Jack's shoulder to the inner part of the hub. Seeing they were alone, he turned back to Jack. "There's another reason I've come, Jack. We've gotten ourselves in a bit of a situation."
Smirking, Jack nodded. Here it came. "So, what kind of situation might that be?"
"Oh, very delicate, extremely delicate. Must be sensitively handled." Scratching the back of his head again, the Doctor nervously smiled at Jack. "That, and given your history, I'm certain you've come across it, may be even experienced something similar in the past."
Jack felt like laughing. He felt like crying. He did neither. Instead, he nodded sympathetically. Putting an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, he gestured to the stairs that lead to his office. "Come and tell me all about it. I'll see what I can do."
"All right then!" Bouncing on his feet, the Doctor took the lead. "You noticed my companion wearing gloves?"
"I did." He hadn't thought much about it, but it did seem a little odd. Leather gloves with an expensive suit, it just didn't mesh.
"Well, you see, it's like this. They're protection."
THE END......................