I'm screaming inside. I have to remind myself in-laws mean well. They do. That's all I have to say or I might say something I'll regret. -lol- Wah.
Act II here.
Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on.
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Warning For This Chapter: strong language, lengthy explainations. Prepare to be bored. :)
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to DW's "Utopia" and briefly mentions things from DW's "The Last of the Timelords" alternate ending on the DVD and TW's "CJH" "EoD" and "Fragments" but hopefully even withot seeing them, the story's fine.
Prologue + Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19 , Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24 , Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31, Ch 32, Ch 33, Ch 34, Ch 35, Ch 36 Act I
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on.
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Warning For This Chapter: strong language, lengthy explainations. Prepare to be bored. :)
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to DW's "Utopia" and briefly mentions things from DW's "The Last of the Timelords" alternate ending on the DVD and TW's "CJH" "EoD" and "Fragments" but hopefully even withot seeing them, the story's fine.
Prologue + Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19 , Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24 , Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31, Ch 32, Ch 33, Ch 34, Ch 35, Ch 36 Act I
Chapter 36 "Utopia 2.0"
Act II: "Silo for me!"
Act II: "Silo for me!"
Malcassairo
Year 100 trillion…
It was hard for Ianto to absorb the fact that he was actually time-traveling; that this police box was trekking through 100 million, no, trillion, years into the future. He imagined time-traveling to be sort of like Jack: a soup of graceful, head spinning, seductive and intoxicating sensations, his breath stolen with every—
"End of what?" Martha screeched as she held on to the edge of their controls for dear life. The Doctor was too busy flapping his hands madly in the air, like shooing away mayflies. The ship wailed and randomly spewed smoke. Something fell to the floor behind him with a fragile crack.
This was not how he had envisioned it. Ianto pictured time traveling to be a bit less…rattling.
Ianto gripped a column of what looked like vines of coral twisted together. The vibrations from them rattled throughout his body like painful tremors. He grit his teeth and fought the stretched, taut, panicky instinct that he was getting farther and farther away from Jack.
Then, like a switch was flipped, the ship stopped. It jolted to a halt with a thud.
The three looked at each other. Martha cautiously pulled her hands away from the console and took a step back. Ianto cautiously released the pillar he was clinging to.
"Well," the Doctor began. He checked around him. "We've landed." He straightened and tugged at his suit.
"Landed?" Ianto repeated. "As in…the future?" Ianto stepped back and sank down on the settee behind him. "One hundred trillion years into the future?" It was so far beyond Ianto's comprehension; even when he repeated what the Doctor just said wasn't enough. Ianto stared up at them both.
Martha glanced over to him before turning back to the Doctor.
"So, what's out there?" she asked nervously.
Martha sounded anxious and strangely enough, Ianto felt better that she did. He wasn't the only one reeling with the realization just how many zeroes a trillion requires. And at the very least the Doctor was a veteran to time-travel. He would know—
"I don't know." The Doctor grimaced.
Or maybe not.
Ianto resisted the urge to pace, his knees twitched. He sat on his hands and swallowed.
"Say that again, that's rare," Martha laughed uneasily. She darted Ianto a weak grin, which Ianto tried to return but failed miserably. A Weevil would have done a better job.
"Not even the Time Lords came this far," the Doctor explained. A flicker of what looked like grief flitted across the alien's eyes. It was passing and never lingered. The Doctor squinted at the monitor. "I don't even understand how we got here."
"Tosh was telling us to shut it down," Ianto remembered. His stomach churned. What happened to them? There was a ridiculous urge to fish his mobile out and give them a ring. Even the Archangel satellites couldn't boost their reception now! "Your ship."
"It was still connected to Torchwood," the Doctor finished grimly with a curt nod. He tapped at a monitor on the console that stood center of the chamber like how Ianto remembered it those years ago. It felt so long ago when he first met Jack, but compared to a trillion? God. Jack was still back there. Bile rose to his mouth. Ianto felt the urge to throw up again.
"We had something downloaded into our computers while we were on the phone," Ianto thought carefully to distract himself from the ever increasing nausea. "It might have done the same to yours." Ianto looked around him. The ship looked too organic to hold anything that looked technical. Even the control console where the Doctor apparently pilots the ship from held old knobs and dials that look far too retro for the technology it boasts. "If you had a computer to infect that is."
"So," Martha's brow wrinkled. "A computer virus infected the TARDIS to get us here?"
The ship gurgled in response over Ianto but nothing else.
"I suppose I should be flattered the Master thought he needed to fling me as far as the end of the universe to keep me from interfering," the Doctor muttered. He folded his arms in front of him. The alien pursed his lips.
"Whatever he's planning, it can't be good," the Doctor mused out loud. His brow knitted together.
The ship trilled in agreement.
"So take us back," Ianto pleaded. He leaned forward in the seat. "Jack's still back there with him. We have to go back." He could see the alien giving his controls a thoughtful look. "Please."
"I can't get us back."
Ianto suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. The ship shrank around him. "What?"
The Doctor shook his head. "Whatever the Master did, he locked out the controls from me. I can't talk to the TARDIS any more."
Around them, the ship bleated. It almost sounded like an apology.
"Can he do that?" Martha blurted out. She sounded like she was in shock. Ianto couldn't believe it either. "I mean, it's your TARDIS. I thought you have th-things to prevent that. A computer virus shouldn't have been able to do this!"
If anything, the Doctor looked even more perplexed and Ianto was very grateful he was sitting down. Did this mean they were trapped here?
Ianto covered his mouth with his hand. He breathed slowly through his nose. His mind spun frantically. It was like he was by Lisa's bedside again, his mind twisting over every idea when he was told by UNIT there was nothing else left they could do; the row of impassive UNIT scientists had delivered her a death sentence. He was Torchwood, damn it. There must be something they could do!
"You said you saw him with Jack?"
Ianto looked up with bleary eyes at the Doctor's serious expression. He nodded.
"And he had this?" The Doctor spread his arms wide to encompass the ship.
Ianto nodded again. "It was how Jack recognized it was you—or thought it was you," he corrected himself when the Doctor's face grew stormy.
The Doctor muttered and paced around the central column, his arms folded in from of him, his chin nearly touching his chest. Ianto found it oddly disconcerting to see the Doctor this way.
"Doctor?" Martha questioned. Apparently, it was just as unnerving for her. "What is it?"
The Doctor stood between them; his hands up like an orchestra conductor. "If-if—thinking out loud here—just suppose time had converged when we'd arrived in Cardiff, two realities occupying the same space with one as the dominant one, that dominant reality could alter the other, maybe even controlling it to progress it further into its own timeline." The Doctor straightened and grinned at them. His smile faded somewhat when Martha just stared.
"You're saying," Ianto guessed, his words slow and measured, "that you think his ship, his…TARDIS was controlling yours?"
"So," Martha said slowly. She made a puzzled frown. "This…Master was controlling our TARDIS?" She furrowed her brow. "How he get your TARDIS?"
The Doctor didn't seem too worried about that part. He waved his hand dismissively in the air.
"Oh, it could have happened in the future, in the past—"
"Wait a minute," Martha interrupted. "If he took it in the past, shouldn't this TARDIS disappear on us or something?"
"A paradox machine," Ianto remembered. He fidgeted. The measuring eyes still clung to his memory like an oily film. "When he arrived in London, our director gave him something we had in our archives."
"Hartman?" The Doctor darkened when he said her name.
Ianto lifted his hands, framing the air to demonstrate the size. "He said it was a paradox machine."
It was like dark clouds shrouded the Doctor's face.
"And you gave it to him?" the Doctor said, his voice deeper. His eyes flared. Martha took a step back.
Ianto challenged the accusation he could see directed at him. "Hartman ordered me to." Ianto bit his lower lip, thinking.
"He could have used it to ensure the TARDIS he had could co-exist with yours."
The Doctor blinked at Ianto for a beat. Then, his grin grew.
"Oh, I like you, Ianto Jones."
For some reason, Ianto couldn't help but bristle. He didn't want the Doctor to like him. He didn't like him. No, his blood was still boiling because Ianto knew everything that had happened couldn't all be blamed on this so-called Master.
"So his TARDIS became a sort of remote control for this one?" Martha hastened to say. She gave Ianto a puzzled look.
The Doctor nodded. "If we had overlapped. This ship crosses itself all the time," he murmured. His finger tapped his chin in deep thought; Ianto almost snapped at him to stop. "It's inevitable. The TARDIS usually has shields to prevent us from overlapping." The Doctor winced. He scratched the back of his neck. "Otherwise my previous regenerations might run into each other. It would have been very confusing."
"Why didn't those shields work this time?" Ianto demanded. It felt wrong to see here. There was an urge to kick the controls, perhaps knock it back to cooperation.
"Don't say it was because I left the door open!" Martha huffed when the Doctor opened his mouth.
The Doctor coughed into his fist. "I lowered the shields." He smiled, chagrined. "When I stopped to refuel. It was probably him that told the TARDIS to stop."
"And he shut us down, knowing you would patch us into your ship to power our servers," Ianto guessed.
"…And dumped that virus into the TARDIS," Martha continued.
"And sent us to the end of the universe," the Doctor concluded.
"We can't go back?" Ianto spoke up. His hands balled to his sides. "There is absolutely no way to get us back?"
The Doctor's silence was deafening.
"We're trapped here then?" Martha's voice quavered. "Forever?"
The Doctor placed both his hands on the console. He rocked on his heels. "I am not about to let a little mess of bytes and data take the TARDIS away from me," he muttered, his eyes hard as he gazed up to the odd collection of crystals that were suspended on top of the controls. "If we can find a power source, I could reset the TARDIS, I might get her back."
Ianto caught the Doctor's wince. "Might?"
"End of the universe," the Doctor reminded him. "It'll be hard to find a power source with the universe falling apart."
Ianto shared a worried look with Martha.
The Doctor clapped loudly. "Now, no point with the long faces! We should start looking for a source!"
"Where?" Martha despaired.
"Oh, there must be some civilization left that has a power source of some kind. We'll find one!"
"You there!" A voice from outside rang out. Ianto and Martha jumped. It was very human sounding. "You inside there! In the…uh…box."
The Doctor blinked. "Well…that was quick."
Padra paused to catch his breath. Utopia Mountain taunted him from so far still. He now regretted not taking any food with him. He had wanted to travel light.
The endless night was frightening. No light except for the glow from Utopia Mountain, Padra had to walk carefully. There were cliffs and crevices lurking. Padra didn't want to fall. Caught out here with a broken leg meant death.
Weary, Padra took another step. His legs trembled with the strain and he bent over, his hands braced on his knees. Sweat dripped down his chin. He was almost there. He was sure of it.
Something or someone growled.
Padra froze. He turned his head slowly and despite the dark, saw the razor teeth and bloodshot eyes.
"P-please," he said carefully. Its eyes looked so much like someone he once knew. Padra raised his hands. "Let me go," Padra pleaded to the still human eyes.
The head, its face streaked with filth, cocked as if trying to remember his face. Eyes flickered across his face. Abruptly, it twisted around and tilted its head back.
"Humani!" it howled. There was an answering howl and it turned back with a feral and hungry grin.
Padra ran.
Martha opened the door cautiously. Never can be too careful. Last fellow had a surprise for the Doctor. To her astonishment, a flatbed truck was parked just outside the TARDIS.
Okay, she didn't expect that!
"Hello?" Martha said cautiously.
A man in a dirty uniform stood on the flatbed with others like him. Barrels filled a third of the truck. Dirt stained faces peered back at her and curiously at the TARDIS behind her.
One who looked like their commander lowered his bullhorn and stepped forward.
"You shouldn't be here," the man said mildly.
"Tell me about it," Martha muttered.
"Pardon?" the man said, his eyebrow arched high. He pointed to the men behind him. "We're here to accompany you back to the silo, miss." He patted a rifle that hung off his shoulders.
"Silo?" Martha echoed. She wrinkled her nose.
A faraway howl echoed to her.
"What the hell was that?" Martha exclaimed, retreating a step into the TARDIS. She about nearly closed the door. Moving or not, she felt safer inside the golden glow of the Doctor's beloved TARDIS.
The man shifted from foot to foot. His eyes were hooded, his mouth grim. "We're close to the silos. You'll be safe there with the others," he said curtly.
Martha glanced over her shoulder where the Doctor and Ianto stood by, listening with interest.
"They look human," Martha whispered. They weren't half felines or looked like locusts. That was something, wasn't it?
"It could be some sort of human colony," Ianto murmured.
The Doctor nodded, his lips pursed. "They could have something we could use." He looked at them both. "Silo?"
"Silo," Ianto voted.
Martha heard another distant howl. She did not want to know what that was. She raised her hand. "Silo for me!"
The Doctor shouldered past her and grinned brightly at the men on the flatbed.
"Might I ask a favor?"
Cardiff
Present day…
Owen was surprised to find themselves in the same vehicle instead of being separated. They were shoved, prodded to climb into a dark SUV similar to theirs. A row of the same vehicles were parked in front and behind them.
Handcuffed and squashed in the back with the girls, Owen studied the UNIT troopers getting into the other SUVs. He frowned as he spied one UNIT member carrying that damn spooky jar of Jack's in the SUV next to him.
The drive was long. Owen heard catches of conversations from their radio about the Ministry of Defense. At least it meant they weren't being taken far.
They all sat in the back of the SUV, unconsciously mimicking one another as they glared at the back of a red-capped soldier driving behind the bulletproof glass.
Owen grit his teeth. The charges were very real. While it wasn't done on purpose, the Rift was opened, the UFOs and all the strange events did happen. Abbadon never happened for the world—thank God or otherwise they all would have been lined up and shot already—but it was hard to defend themselves from the rest of the charges.
To his left, Tosh sniffed.
Owen glanced over and to his dismay, Tosh's eyes were a little too bright. Owen then remembered.
"Ah," he murmured low. Alex had once slipped to him Tosh had been in UNIT's custody for over a year before he'd finally found her and offered her a way out.
"I can't go through that again," Tosh sniffled. She blinked rapidly and carefully wiped something from the corner of her right eye with her cuffed hands. "They'll throw us in separate cells and we'll never see each other again. We'll be buried so deep in their—"
Owen settled his hands on the closest knee without attracting their attention. He gave her knee a squeeze. Tosh squeezed her eyes shut and Owen had an overwhelming urge to kick the back of the driver's seat. He could feel Gwen pressing into him on his right. Gwen tilted her head a little to see Tosh, her forehead lined with silent worry.
"Gwen and I will raise a large enough stink if that ever happens," Owen murmured. "They wouldn't dare if they want peace and quiet."
"But—"
"Or we'll make enough noise so you can hear us, no matter where you are," Gwen added in a hushed voice. She winked at Owen. "You know Owen can. He's very loud."
"I'm not loud," Owen pretended to grumble. "I'm outspoken."
"Jack's outspoken," Gwen corrected in a false, bright voice. "You're just loud."
Tosh smiled tentatively.
"Good girl," Owen murmured. He nudged her with his shoulder. Tosh nudged back with her knee.
"How did they get in anyway?" Gwen whispered. Her eyes kept darting over to their driver. Her cuffs clinked as she shifted in her seat.
"I would like to officially make a complaint," Owen muttered. "First this bloody Master is able to shut down our systems through our phone lines and then a whole army can come barreling in? Torchwood's security systems are useless."
"That's just it," Tosh said carefully. She watched the driver warily. Her lips barely moved. "They didn't break in. They had a Torchwood code."
"What?" Owen hissed. He glared out of the corner of his eye at Gwen. "Did you write down your code again?" Jack once found Gwen's tiny handwriting on a slip of paper that had slipped out of her purse. Everyone had to change their codes.
Gwen very firmly stepped on his foot. Ouch.
"No," Tosh whispered, her face bleak. "It wasn't Gwen's code." She took a deep breath.
"It was Jack's."
onto --> Act III
Author's note: You'll notice a pattern here. I'm going to try my damnedest to post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This Act I would like to dedicate to bakaknight for faithfully trying to be the first to comment here -lol- and TeachWriteSlash for so regularly posting her wonderful fic everyday. I'm envious...
onto --> Act III
Author's note: You'll notice a pattern here. I'm going to try my damnedest to post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This Act I would like to dedicate to bakaknight for faithfully trying to be the first to comment here -lol- and TeachWriteSlash for so regularly posting her wonderful fic everyday. I'm envious...
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Comments
Also... teehee reference to mayflies :D
It wasn't boring at all. Slow paced is good especially after a lot of action. And then the twist of a knife... oh so good!
Okay.
.....
See? Not telling you. :)
*painful smile*
Her cliffies will be the death of me! And your cliffies, too! Especially now!
*pouts*
I wait so eagerly for this fic to be updated! I check to comm multiple times everyday! Even when it's not an update day!
SEE! *points to the three white hairs on her head*
*grins*
I'm just so hooked on this fic! I eagerly await the next update!
TWO DAYS AND COUNTING!!
-mommy points to her head- Ahem? LOL.
So sweet!!
Not that she ever pays any attention to us...:P
Re in-laws: send them out with the kids for a day - (without you!) and recharge your batteries , ok, that is possibly wishful thinking for you but it may work.
Sadly, I used to in the beginning. But now, I can barely eke out an act every other day. And it's not because I don't know what happens. I have plotted it out into a nice list. I thought summers would go easier on mommies.
I was soooooo wrong.
Re in-laws: send them out with the kids for a day
Did and maybe I was too paranoid. I sat at home worrying about my twins being stuffed with all sorts of junk food.
GW
-wince- Er, you do know we still have the two episodes of the Utopia arc and 'The Year That Never Was' left? I'll try my best to give Jack a break though. :)
You and this fic are going to be the death of me *tires to calm down*
Well, the 'prick' will get his comeuppence. I'm going to parallel faithfully to the Utopia arc.
Huzzah! Excellent point and I'm very happy Ianto remembers it.
Yeah, I didn't want him to accept the Doctor so easily.
LOL! I hate Gwen ... but I love what people do with her XD
Another wonderful chapter ... and why on Earth would this ever be boring? O.O
That was pretty dramatic!!
Also liked the archangel reference :D
Ah, you caught that, didn't you? :D
So glad you're posting like this- thanks! Hope the whole MIL thing was sorted out- no more unhealthy snack food!
They staying until Friday. I thinking I'm going to have to have a talk with MiL. -gulping-
I love all the refferences and the explainations! Can't wait for tomorrow! :D
I swear I wasn't a masochist before I started reading all these evil drama filled fics! You and teach and caz and missthing and who knows how many others all seem to share this evil gene that makes you do horrible things to the boys and yet have us all keep reading intently...
Oddly enough, I blame them! lol
-whistling-
Who wouldn't? :)
I literally fell asleep curled up around my laptop. And when I say 'curled around' I mean that I woke up this morning and my screen was looking at me, and I thought 'bugger' and went for coffee.
Unfortunately, Friday's going to be a whitewash for me - 0600 shift on Saturday, which means an 0430 start. -shudder- Making it the fifth such start this week.
ANYway! The fic:
1) Well done having them spot the blue box. Two good reasons. 1: Perception filter on a TARDIS wouldn't work on high-enough-level psychics, and b: Means that the humans are paying attention to their surrounds, but not to what's actually inside the compound.
2) Scared Tosh is cleverly done here. Logical Tosh is equally brilliant.
3) Wonderful moment, because of COURSE Gwen would write down her access code, and of COURSE everybody would need to have their codes changed.
4) Supportive Owen? That is just perfect. Too often people forget that he's not just Owen-the-insensitive-loudmouth, he's also Owen-the-Doctor, who does actually pay attention, and probably has read everybody's files - not because they're interesting, but because he wants to know who he's working with. Jack may have told him to ignore the contents of those handbooks, but Owen didn't entirely disregard them. He might not go to the point of making physical notes in said files, but he will make mental notes about things which may or may not be important later. He is a details man, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do the sort of autopsies and diagnoses that he does. I'm very pleased and impressed with your Owen.
5) Good on you for letting Gwen play off Owen there. She may not know what's going on with Tosh at the moment, but she has figured out that Owen does know, and it's good to see some of the communication skills that she would have learnt as a PC actually being used, aside from her treatment of every alien in s1. She seems to have become more Torchwood-blase in her attitude between s1 and s2, and that's actually a shame for her character (though a logical step for the writers, to make it less like a semi-generic British Cop Show).
In other words:
SQUEE!
SQUEE!
Oh...I adore you. :)
THANKS!!*nod head*
As the Doctor said, he's a clever, clever man, that Ianto Jones.
*attempts think of something witty or thought provoking to comment*
Yay for updates!
....*fail*
Yay for comments! :)
Thank YOU for the encouraging comments!
Thank you. :)
Another good chapter. Not boring at all. Can't wait til next update. Maybe my brain will be back in residence by then and I'll get it to crank out another fic for you.
Looking fwd to it! :)