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Still not mine *pouts*
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Link to Prt 6 Fear
Post Muse
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The Doctor walked into the console room and bit back a laugh. Jack stood at the console, their newborn son cradled against his chest in one arm, the other gesturing to the controls as he explained them to the infant in a soft voice.
"Don't imagine I can't feel you laughing at me." Jack said his voice still low, but now directed at the Doctor.
"I'm sorry, I think he may just be a little young yet to understand the finer points of temporal piloting." The Doctor chuckled, heading over to them and kissing the top of the baby's head before leaning over and kissing Jack.
Jack rolled his eyes at the Doctor and looked down at the sleeping baby.
"He wouldn't settle, that seemed to help." He said with a grin.
"It’s the sound of your voice that soothes him you know. You could read him a phone book and have the same effect."
"Well, fortunately I didn't have a phone book. I think that would have bored me to sleep before him."
"Why are you awake anyway? I said I'd listen out for him."
"My body seems to have got back to normal already in the month since I gave birth. I plain and simple couldn't sleep. You didn't notice that the healing rate had picked up too?"
"Huh, you know I did, but it didn't hit me what it meant."
"Well, one thing it means is you aren't banished from our room anymore." Jack grinned slyly.
"Behave, no teaching our four week old son how to flirt." The Doctor grinned back.
"Hush you, it takes a lot of skill to be a good flirt. You have to start early." Jack pouted, then ruined the effect by poking his tongue out at his lover.
The Doctor laughed quietly and ruffled Jack's hair, earning himself a glare.
"Maybe you are still banished from our room." Jack threatened.
The Doctor laughed again, but didn't push his luck, heading for the console instead.
"Oh, we're showing low on power, so I changed course. Sorry Doctor, but the best source we have is still the rift in Cardiff."
"Well, you have more reason than me not to want to go to Cardiff. If you're happy, I can deal." The Doctor sighed.
"The old girl needs the energy. She needed it weeks ago, but didn't want to risk us having to go to Earth while I was eight and a half months pregnant. We need to look after her for once." Jack said firmly.
"Right, Cardiff it is." The Doctor said, patting the console affectionately. She chirped happily.
They landed smoothly in Cardiff, and Jack grinned down at the baby, who was now looking up at him, one little fist closed around his finger.
"Your first visit to Earth Bobby. What do you think about that then?" Jack asked, waggling the finger the baby was clutching. The baby squealed and waved his free fist.
"Tough crowd." The Doctor laughed, going over and lifting the baby out of Jack's arms. He held him in one arm as Jack had and waggled a disapproving finger at the baby.
"I'll have you know that Earth is a very nice planet, even if Cardiff is a bit of a dive." He chuckled. Bobby yawned hugely and burped.
"That's you told." Jack snickered, tickling one of the baby's feet and making him squeal again.
"I'll set us up to refuel if you want to go and pop him into something warm, then we can take him out." The Doctor said.
"Sure." Jack said, taking him back and heading deeper into the TARDIS. One really good thing about Bobby being their child was that his immune system was on a par with both of theirs, they didn't have to worry about taking him out on a strange planet at a month old.
Half an hour later, Jack came back into the console room carrying Bobby in one arm, three coats in the other, and some kind of contraption around his neck.
"What in the name of Rassilon is that thing?" The Doctor asked, looking at it.
"It’s a carrier for him." Jack said, rolling his eyes.
"It looks more like an instrument of torture."
"I hope not." Jack said, putting all the coats he was carrying down on the bench seat and unslinging the carrier from around his neck.
"I think it may need two people to put it on properly. It looks like it clips shut at the back." Jack said. He put the wriggling baby into the tiny jacket and eased him into the little sling, supporting the tiny body while the Doctor clipped it shut and adjusted the straps so that the baby was cradled firmly against Jack's chest. A tiny fist instantly latched onto his shirt, tugging at the cloth.
"Well, he looks happy enough." The Doctor smiled. He helped Jack put on his greatcoat and then pulled on his own trench coat.
"Well, the TARDIS is charging up, so, off we go into the wilds of Cardiff.” The Doctor grinned, opening the doors. He promptly froze and threw his arm across the door in a futile effort to stop Jack stepping out.
“What, don’t tell me I got the date wrong the TARDIS……” Jack trailed off, seeing the four guns pointed in their direction. He instinctively turned to put his back between his son and the guns and heard a familiar cockney voice.
“You try to take one step inside those doors, and I’ll shoot you Harkness.” Owen warned.
There was a sudden curse in Welsh and swift footsteps, as well as the clatter of what could only be a gun hitting the pavement.
“Ianto, get out of the way, you idiot.” Gwen snapped.
“Why? Are you so desperate to kill an innocent?” Ianto demanded.
“Jack is hardly innocent, and I think that turning up here with the number one enemy of Torchwood, obviously not under duress, discounts the original abduction theory.” Tosh said, trying to sound reasonable.
“And the infant in his arms, how is it not innocent?” Ianto snarled.
“What fucking infant? Turn around slowly Harkness, hands where I can see them.” Owen ordered, muttering under his breath about how he should just get rid of the stupid tea-boy.
Jack obeyed, turning slowly, and seeing that Ianto was still keeping himself between Jack and the guns. The Doctor was casting him worried looks too, concerned that this loud mouthed lunatic was going to end up shooting his mate and son.
Ianto stepped closer to Jack, gently easing the greatcoat aside so that they could see the
carrier slung against his chest. Ianto smiled at Jack and brushed light fingertips over the child’s head.
“Gorgeous.” He whispered to his former boss.
Gwen and Tosh holstered their guns, and moved forward, and this time Jack stepped back as they reached out to touch the baby. Ianto he trusted, the man had protected his secrets, taken care of him when everything got too much, silently cleaned up after his suicide attempts. There was no one else in Torchwood he would trust with his baby. Owen and Tosh would want to examine him, figure out how he ticked. Gwen might complain about it, but she wouldn’t stop them. Only Ianto would defend Bobby from the others.
Owen finally lowered his gun, realizing that to shoot Jack now, he would have to shoot the rest of his team. He glanced over at the alien who had taken Jack from the hub and sneered.
“Right, do you think you could manage to escort them down to the cells for questioning?” Owen asked the others sarcastically.
“And what are you going to be doing?” Gwen asked.
“I’m going to have a look inside that box there that Torchwood one was always so desperate to get their hands on.” Owen said, moving forward. They all jumped as the door slammed shut, and Owen glared at Jack.
“Open it.”
“I didn’t shut it. At a guess, that would be her way of saying that you’re not welcome inside her. An opinion shared by all sane females.” Jack sneered, curling his lip at Owen. He saw Gwen blush hotly and hid a smirk.
“Get them down to the cells. Gwen, take the brat.” Owen ordered.
“You touch my baby and I’ll kill you.” Jack said, ice dripping from his tone.
“You’re not in a position to make threats Harkness.”
“Not a threat, a promise.” Jack swore icily.
“Jack, the cells is no place for him. Will you let me take him, please?” Ianto asked.
“You promise not to let them touch him, at all? Especially not Owen.” Jack asked. Ianto nodded silently and Jack’s shoulders slumped.
“Hey Bobby. You’re going to see Uncle Ianto for a while.” Jack said, letting Ianto lift the baby out of the carrier. Ianto held him cautiously, terrified he would drop the little mite.
“Good Ianto, hand it to Gwen now.” Owen said.
“No, I promised, and I don’t break my promises.” Ianto said. He rocked the baby gently as he started to cry. This was the first time anyone other than his fathers had held him, and he wasn’t happy. Ianto switched his grip on the baby to one arm, and offered him a finger. He grasped it tightly, and his crying subsided to grizzly little whimpers.
“Ianto is it? He likes you.” The Doctor said.
“Well, I like him too. Beautiful little thing.” Ianto smiled, looking at the Doctor. He knew the man was supposed to the number one enemy of Torchwood, but Ianto didn’t see it. At the battle of Canary Wharf, the Doctor had saved them from their own stupidity, at the cost of his own friend. He had dealt with the Sycorax, it was Harriet Jones who had been betrayer that time. And more importantly, he made Jack happy, Ianto could see that. The Doctor and this little baby had lifted a lot of the weight that had always been dragging on Jack’s soul.
The Doctor smiled at Ianto, giving the young Welshman the impression that the alien knew exactly what he had been thinking.
Ianto sat in the boardroom with the now sleeping baby nestled in his arms, one chubby little fist clutching his tie. He had sung the little imp pretty much every lullaby he knew, and he had for some odd reason, liked the ones sung in Welsh better. Ianto heard footsteps coming up the steps and looked up to see Tosh coming up, Owen’s bag in her hands.
“Owen wants some samples and scans.” She said, holding up the bag.
“Tough.” Ianto said, stroking the downy head gently.
“Ianto, you have to know it’s probably alien.”
“HE is a baby Tosh. Jack’s baby. YOU have to know that Jack really was serious about killing anyone that touched the little one. You can’t imagine that he won’t do it because we used to work for him.”
“We were his friends.”
“You knew nothing about him Tosh, none of you.”
“And I suppose you did?”
“More than the rest of you.” Ianto said. He smiled as the little fist, and the end of the tie, went into the baby’s mouth.
Tosh sighed and sank into a chair a few seats away.
“Ianto, Owen isn’t going to let them go, you know that, right? He already called One and told them he had Jack, the Doctor, and the Doctor’s ship. He also said that he suspected the baby might be alien, or at least part alien. They’re coming to collect them all now. They’ll never see the light of day again, they’ll probably dissect all of them.” Tosh said, a tear escaping her eye. She had thought she could do this, do her job and not think about it, but this was JACK, and an innocent little baby. She couldn’t do that to them.
“Tosh, can you do something for me?”
“What?”
“Fake a Weevil sighting, get yourself, Owen and Gwen out of here for a while?”
“What are you going to do Ianto?”
“Get them out of here.”
“Oh Ianto, Owen will kill you.” Tosh said.
“He can try.” Ianto said with a very slight shrug.
“Good luck Ianto.” Tosh said, going from the room and hurrying down the stairs again.
Ianto had put the baby back into the sling, and had slipped it on, unfastened, as he hurried down to the cells. Jack was slumped against the clear wall of his cell, his head on his knees, and the Doctor was pacing his like a caged lion, desperately trying to get an unresponsive Jack to talk to him. Ianto opened the cell doors, and the Doctor hurried into the other cell, kneeling beside Jack.
“Jack?” He said quietly, stroking the dark hair gently. Jack looked up blankly, his face wet with tears.
“Our baby.” He whispered.
“He’s here. I think your friend Ianto is holding a little jail break, so we need to move Jack.” The Doctor said.
Ianto quickly stepped forward and took the carrier off, helping the Doctor fasten it securely back to Jack’s chest.
“We have to move Jack, I had Tosh get everyone out on a fake Weevil hunt, but he told head office he had you all as prisoners, they have someone in the air already to take you all back to London.
Jack quickly ensured the baby was ok, and then nodded, getting to his feet quickly. Ianto took the lead, gun drawn, Jack was in the middle, and the Doctor covered their backs as they headed back up to the main floor of the hub. Ianto grabbed the coats he had thrown over the railing near the invisible lift, and quickly handed Jack his wrist com. Jack got the lift moving, and Ianto kept his gun at the ready as they rose up to the Plass above them.
They had almost reached the TARDIS when they heard yelling, and Ianto glanced over his shoulder.
“Torchwood one security officers.” He panted to the others.
“Everyone in.” The Doctor ordered, opening the doors, and pushing Ianto and Jack in ahead of him. He dived in behind them, and slammed the doors shut. Ianto looked around in shock at the massive room inside that little wooden box, but he was determined not to say something stupid, or obvious, about it being bigger on the inside.
“Now what?” Ianto asked instead.
“Nothing, they can’t get in. We sit here for the next three hours and finish fuelling up, and then we leave.” The Doctor said.
“And what about me?” Ianto asked.
“Your choice, we can take you somewhere else, or you can stay for a while. Bobby likes you.” The Doctor grinned.
“So, you want me to be your babysitter while you go on intergalactic adventures?” Ianto asked.
“It doesn’t sound good when you put it that way, does it?” The Doctor sighed, his grin fading.
“Oh, I don’t know, it sounds OK to me. I get to see other worlds, without getting shot at. You two get to carry on doing what you like, saving planets, and don’t have to worry about this little one. I’d love to stay.” Ianto said.
“Are you serious Ianto?” Jack asked.
“Yes. The only person I had left after Lisa was you. I had nothing when you left.”
“Ianto, I’m bonded to the Doctor now.” Jack said.
“Oh, I know that Jack, you’re bonded, and you have a gorgeous baby. All I’m saying is there is nothing left for me in Cardiff. If I go with you, there’s a chance I might find someone for myself.” Ianto shrugged.
The Doctor and Jack grinned at each other, then at Ianto.
“Welcome aboard Ianto Jones. I’ll show you around, and we can find you a room while we wait for her to finish refuelling.” The Doctor said, sensing that Jack needed a little time with Bobby after that little scare.
“Wait, there’s more than this room? How big is this place?” Ianto asked.
“There are miles of corridors, some of them even I don’t know where they go.” The Doctor grinned. Ianto grinned back, he thought he might enjoy this abrupt change in his life far better than he had like any of the others.
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My apologies for this being a bit later than I said. My laptop chucked a hissy this morning, and I spent until 3pm getting it to behave again after it ate the first draft.
http://amythest-n-ice.livejournal.com/3117.html
Link to Prt 4 Muse
http://amythest-n-ice.livejournal.com/4312.html
Link to Prt 6 Fear
Post Muse
******
The Doctor walked into the console room and bit back a laugh. Jack stood at the console, their newborn son cradled against his chest in one arm, the other gesturing to the controls as he explained them to the infant in a soft voice.
"Don't imagine I can't feel you laughing at me." Jack said his voice still low, but now directed at the Doctor.
"I'm sorry, I think he may just be a little young yet to understand the finer points of temporal piloting." The Doctor chuckled, heading over to them and kissing the top of the baby's head before leaning over and kissing Jack.
Jack rolled his eyes at the Doctor and looked down at the sleeping baby.
"He wouldn't settle, that seemed to help." He said with a grin.
"It’s the sound of your voice that soothes him you know. You could read him a phone book and have the same effect."
"Well, fortunately I didn't have a phone book. I think that would have bored me to sleep before him."
"Why are you awake anyway? I said I'd listen out for him."
"My body seems to have got back to normal already in the month since I gave birth. I plain and simple couldn't sleep. You didn't notice that the healing rate had picked up too?"
"Huh, you know I did, but it didn't hit me what it meant."
"Well, one thing it means is you aren't banished from our room anymore." Jack grinned slyly.
"Behave, no teaching our four week old son how to flirt." The Doctor grinned back.
"Hush you, it takes a lot of skill to be a good flirt. You have to start early." Jack pouted, then ruined the effect by poking his tongue out at his lover.
The Doctor laughed quietly and ruffled Jack's hair, earning himself a glare.
"Maybe you are still banished from our room." Jack threatened.
The Doctor laughed again, but didn't push his luck, heading for the console instead.
"Oh, we're showing low on power, so I changed course. Sorry Doctor, but the best source we have is still the rift in Cardiff."
"Well, you have more reason than me not to want to go to Cardiff. If you're happy, I can deal." The Doctor sighed.
"The old girl needs the energy. She needed it weeks ago, but didn't want to risk us having to go to Earth while I was eight and a half months pregnant. We need to look after her for once." Jack said firmly.
"Right, Cardiff it is." The Doctor said, patting the console affectionately. She chirped happily.
They landed smoothly in Cardiff, and Jack grinned down at the baby, who was now looking up at him, one little fist closed around his finger.
"Your first visit to Earth Bobby. What do you think about that then?" Jack asked, waggling the finger the baby was clutching. The baby squealed and waved his free fist.
"Tough crowd." The Doctor laughed, going over and lifting the baby out of Jack's arms. He held him in one arm as Jack had and waggled a disapproving finger at the baby.
"I'll have you know that Earth is a very nice planet, even if Cardiff is a bit of a dive." He chuckled. Bobby yawned hugely and burped.
"That's you told." Jack snickered, tickling one of the baby's feet and making him squeal again.
"I'll set us up to refuel if you want to go and pop him into something warm, then we can take him out." The Doctor said.
"Sure." Jack said, taking him back and heading deeper into the TARDIS. One really good thing about Bobby being their child was that his immune system was on a par with both of theirs, they didn't have to worry about taking him out on a strange planet at a month old.
Half an hour later, Jack came back into the console room carrying Bobby in one arm, three coats in the other, and some kind of contraption around his neck.
"What in the name of Rassilon is that thing?" The Doctor asked, looking at it.
"It’s a carrier for him." Jack said, rolling his eyes.
"It looks more like an instrument of torture."
"I hope not." Jack said, putting all the coats he was carrying down on the bench seat and unslinging the carrier from around his neck.
"I think it may need two people to put it on properly. It looks like it clips shut at the back." Jack said. He put the wriggling baby into the tiny jacket and eased him into the little sling, supporting the tiny body while the Doctor clipped it shut and adjusted the straps so that the baby was cradled firmly against Jack's chest. A tiny fist instantly latched onto his shirt, tugging at the cloth.
"Well, he looks happy enough." The Doctor smiled. He helped Jack put on his greatcoat and then pulled on his own trench coat.
"Well, the TARDIS is charging up, so, off we go into the wilds of Cardiff.” The Doctor grinned, opening the doors. He promptly froze and threw his arm across the door in a futile effort to stop Jack stepping out.
“What, don’t tell me I got the date wrong the TARDIS……” Jack trailed off, seeing the four guns pointed in their direction. He instinctively turned to put his back between his son and the guns and heard a familiar cockney voice.
“You try to take one step inside those doors, and I’ll shoot you Harkness.” Owen warned.
There was a sudden curse in Welsh and swift footsteps, as well as the clatter of what could only be a gun hitting the pavement.
“Ianto, get out of the way, you idiot.” Gwen snapped.
“Why? Are you so desperate to kill an innocent?” Ianto demanded.
“Jack is hardly innocent, and I think that turning up here with the number one enemy of Torchwood, obviously not under duress, discounts the original abduction theory.” Tosh said, trying to sound reasonable.
“And the infant in his arms, how is it not innocent?” Ianto snarled.
“What fucking infant? Turn around slowly Harkness, hands where I can see them.” Owen ordered, muttering under his breath about how he should just get rid of the stupid tea-boy.
Jack obeyed, turning slowly, and seeing that Ianto was still keeping himself between Jack and the guns. The Doctor was casting him worried looks too, concerned that this loud mouthed lunatic was going to end up shooting his mate and son.
Ianto stepped closer to Jack, gently easing the greatcoat aside so that they could see the
carrier slung against his chest. Ianto smiled at Jack and brushed light fingertips over the child’s head.
“Gorgeous.” He whispered to his former boss.
Gwen and Tosh holstered their guns, and moved forward, and this time Jack stepped back as they reached out to touch the baby. Ianto he trusted, the man had protected his secrets, taken care of him when everything got too much, silently cleaned up after his suicide attempts. There was no one else in Torchwood he would trust with his baby. Owen and Tosh would want to examine him, figure out how he ticked. Gwen might complain about it, but she wouldn’t stop them. Only Ianto would defend Bobby from the others.
Owen finally lowered his gun, realizing that to shoot Jack now, he would have to shoot the rest of his team. He glanced over at the alien who had taken Jack from the hub and sneered.
“Right, do you think you could manage to escort them down to the cells for questioning?” Owen asked the others sarcastically.
“And what are you going to be doing?” Gwen asked.
“I’m going to have a look inside that box there that Torchwood one was always so desperate to get their hands on.” Owen said, moving forward. They all jumped as the door slammed shut, and Owen glared at Jack.
“Open it.”
“I didn’t shut it. At a guess, that would be her way of saying that you’re not welcome inside her. An opinion shared by all sane females.” Jack sneered, curling his lip at Owen. He saw Gwen blush hotly and hid a smirk.
“Get them down to the cells. Gwen, take the brat.” Owen ordered.
“You touch my baby and I’ll kill you.” Jack said, ice dripping from his tone.
“You’re not in a position to make threats Harkness.”
“Not a threat, a promise.” Jack swore icily.
“Jack, the cells is no place for him. Will you let me take him, please?” Ianto asked.
“You promise not to let them touch him, at all? Especially not Owen.” Jack asked. Ianto nodded silently and Jack’s shoulders slumped.
“Hey Bobby. You’re going to see Uncle Ianto for a while.” Jack said, letting Ianto lift the baby out of the carrier. Ianto held him cautiously, terrified he would drop the little mite.
“Good Ianto, hand it to Gwen now.” Owen said.
“No, I promised, and I don’t break my promises.” Ianto said. He rocked the baby gently as he started to cry. This was the first time anyone other than his fathers had held him, and he wasn’t happy. Ianto switched his grip on the baby to one arm, and offered him a finger. He grasped it tightly, and his crying subsided to grizzly little whimpers.
“Ianto is it? He likes you.” The Doctor said.
“Well, I like him too. Beautiful little thing.” Ianto smiled, looking at the Doctor. He knew the man was supposed to the number one enemy of Torchwood, but Ianto didn’t see it. At the battle of Canary Wharf, the Doctor had saved them from their own stupidity, at the cost of his own friend. He had dealt with the Sycorax, it was Harriet Jones who had been betrayer that time. And more importantly, he made Jack happy, Ianto could see that. The Doctor and this little baby had lifted a lot of the weight that had always been dragging on Jack’s soul.
The Doctor smiled at Ianto, giving the young Welshman the impression that the alien knew exactly what he had been thinking.
Ianto sat in the boardroom with the now sleeping baby nestled in his arms, one chubby little fist clutching his tie. He had sung the little imp pretty much every lullaby he knew, and he had for some odd reason, liked the ones sung in Welsh better. Ianto heard footsteps coming up the steps and looked up to see Tosh coming up, Owen’s bag in her hands.
“Owen wants some samples and scans.” She said, holding up the bag.
“Tough.” Ianto said, stroking the downy head gently.
“Ianto, you have to know it’s probably alien.”
“HE is a baby Tosh. Jack’s baby. YOU have to know that Jack really was serious about killing anyone that touched the little one. You can’t imagine that he won’t do it because we used to work for him.”
“We were his friends.”
“You knew nothing about him Tosh, none of you.”
“And I suppose you did?”
“More than the rest of you.” Ianto said. He smiled as the little fist, and the end of the tie, went into the baby’s mouth.
Tosh sighed and sank into a chair a few seats away.
“Ianto, Owen isn’t going to let them go, you know that, right? He already called One and told them he had Jack, the Doctor, and the Doctor’s ship. He also said that he suspected the baby might be alien, or at least part alien. They’re coming to collect them all now. They’ll never see the light of day again, they’ll probably dissect all of them.” Tosh said, a tear escaping her eye. She had thought she could do this, do her job and not think about it, but this was JACK, and an innocent little baby. She couldn’t do that to them.
“Tosh, can you do something for me?”
“What?”
“Fake a Weevil sighting, get yourself, Owen and Gwen out of here for a while?”
“What are you going to do Ianto?”
“Get them out of here.”
“Oh Ianto, Owen will kill you.” Tosh said.
“He can try.” Ianto said with a very slight shrug.
“Good luck Ianto.” Tosh said, going from the room and hurrying down the stairs again.
Ianto had put the baby back into the sling, and had slipped it on, unfastened, as he hurried down to the cells. Jack was slumped against the clear wall of his cell, his head on his knees, and the Doctor was pacing his like a caged lion, desperately trying to get an unresponsive Jack to talk to him. Ianto opened the cell doors, and the Doctor hurried into the other cell, kneeling beside Jack.
“Jack?” He said quietly, stroking the dark hair gently. Jack looked up blankly, his face wet with tears.
“Our baby.” He whispered.
“He’s here. I think your friend Ianto is holding a little jail break, so we need to move Jack.” The Doctor said.
Ianto quickly stepped forward and took the carrier off, helping the Doctor fasten it securely back to Jack’s chest.
“We have to move Jack, I had Tosh get everyone out on a fake Weevil hunt, but he told head office he had you all as prisoners, they have someone in the air already to take you all back to London.
Jack quickly ensured the baby was ok, and then nodded, getting to his feet quickly. Ianto took the lead, gun drawn, Jack was in the middle, and the Doctor covered their backs as they headed back up to the main floor of the hub. Ianto grabbed the coats he had thrown over the railing near the invisible lift, and quickly handed Jack his wrist com. Jack got the lift moving, and Ianto kept his gun at the ready as they rose up to the Plass above them.
They had almost reached the TARDIS when they heard yelling, and Ianto glanced over his shoulder.
“Torchwood one security officers.” He panted to the others.
“Everyone in.” The Doctor ordered, opening the doors, and pushing Ianto and Jack in ahead of him. He dived in behind them, and slammed the doors shut. Ianto looked around in shock at the massive room inside that little wooden box, but he was determined not to say something stupid, or obvious, about it being bigger on the inside.
“Now what?” Ianto asked instead.
“Nothing, they can’t get in. We sit here for the next three hours and finish fuelling up, and then we leave.” The Doctor said.
“And what about me?” Ianto asked.
“Your choice, we can take you somewhere else, or you can stay for a while. Bobby likes you.” The Doctor grinned.
“So, you want me to be your babysitter while you go on intergalactic adventures?” Ianto asked.
“It doesn’t sound good when you put it that way, does it?” The Doctor sighed, his grin fading.
“Oh, I don’t know, it sounds OK to me. I get to see other worlds, without getting shot at. You two get to carry on doing what you like, saving planets, and don’t have to worry about this little one. I’d love to stay.” Ianto said.
“Are you serious Ianto?” Jack asked.
“Yes. The only person I had left after Lisa was you. I had nothing when you left.”
“Ianto, I’m bonded to the Doctor now.” Jack said.
“Oh, I know that Jack, you’re bonded, and you have a gorgeous baby. All I’m saying is there is nothing left for me in Cardiff. If I go with you, there’s a chance I might find someone for myself.” Ianto shrugged.
The Doctor and Jack grinned at each other, then at Ianto.
“Welcome aboard Ianto Jones. I’ll show you around, and we can find you a room while we wait for her to finish refuelling.” The Doctor said, sensing that Jack needed a little time with Bobby after that little scare.
“Wait, there’s more than this room? How big is this place?” Ianto asked.
“There are miles of corridors, some of them even I don’t know where they go.” The Doctor grinned. Ianto grinned back, he thought he might enjoy this abrupt change in his life far better than he had like any of the others.
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My apologies for this being a bit later than I said. My laptop chucked a hissy this morning, and I spent until 3pm getting it to behave again after it ate the first draft.
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I'm a tiny bit sad that there is to be no Jack/Ianto, but you made Ianto happy about it, so I'll forgive you. Besides, Jack and the Doc make cute daddies :D
Is there any chance you could link the parts of the series together (links at top and bottom of each chapter, but whatever you want). I'd like to rec this and it's easier to do when there's just one link to follow.
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Great story. I generally like a more calm Owen, but I saw where you were going with it. Thanks.
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Loved how Ianto still remained loyal to Jack, and Jack's response when his baby is threatened and taken away from him.
Ianto makes a lovely Nanny (g)
If this is the end of this series I have thoroughly enjoyed it and look forward to your other fics :)
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