Word Count: How long is a piece of string? This chapter 2269
Rating: 17 overall
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Daffyd/Saskia, Ben/Johnno, John Hart/Jack H (implied)
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Torchwood belongs to the BBC and RTD - But the O/Cs belong to me and as RTD was doing such a shit job of looking after Ianto ... I officially adopt him!!
Summary: Ianto has been kidnapped by John Hart ... but is it all that it appears to be?
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+ 11 HOURS:
The wind was cold to Gwen’s face as she walked across the car park towards the Norwegian Church. She had managed to convince Rhys that she just needed a “breath of fresh air to sweep away the cobwebs” and “NO she didn’t want company thank you!”
Rhys didn’t seem to mind; he certainly didn’t push the issue and went back to his chores … ordering food … the team had to be fed and watered … he had turned completely into a Mother Hen … more than she would ever let herself become, that was for sure!
As she got to the Church, she saw a figure standing by the railings looking into the Bay. She smiled. So, her Master had come alone to see her … that was good … that was very, very good news.
He turned to greet her.
“Gwen, my love … I am pleased to see you …”; he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
“It’s good to see you again too.”
“You came alone?”
“Yes … of course I did …”
“You weren’t followed?”
“No … Rhys understood that I needed time to myself to get some air … he wouldn’t think of following me …”
“Good … now … you have news for me?”
“Yes … I think you will be very happy to hear what I have to tell you … it will certainly help the cause …”
“And presumably get you what you want?”
“Oh yes … I will get what I want … no question there!”
“Let’s take a little walk … along that path … by the lighthouse ship … there is a seat out of prying eyes … shall we?”
The two walked heads down lost in conversation, as Gwen excitedly told her Master of the conversation she had heard and the plans Torchwood had found.
As they sat on the seat, completely oblivious to their surroundings, they were unaware that their meeting was not as private as they thought!
“You were right …”
“I know … when you think about it … there couldn’t be any doubt …”
“When do you think the Master got to her?”
“Not sure … could be before she ever came to Torchwood …”
“You mean when she was a police … mmm … person …”
“That would mean they have been planning this for a long time …”
“What is a long time in our worlds?”
“Yes … I suppose you are right …”
“I tend to be about these things … stop that …”
“Stop what …?”
“I can hear you rolling your eyes from here! You’ve been spending far too much time with Ianto!”
“There is never too much time to spend with Ianto …!”
“Should I be jealous? Sounds like you are a little in love with the young man …”
“Not a little … a lot in love with him … like everyone else that meets him … and falls for those Welsh vowels!”
“That’s true … just don’t let Jack hear you say that! So … what are we going to do …”
“Nothing … just watch … and wait … and see what their next move is …”
“OK … but … she must not suspect for a second … otherwise Ianto will be in danger … you will have to be very careful with everything you say and do … you do realise that don’t you?”
“Of course I do sweetie …”
“You can’t tell Rhys … because he would instantly give the game away … he wouldn’t be able to help it … his body language would give him away even if he were saying the right words …”
“I know … for the moment … it stays between you and me …”
“And … maybe Martha when she gets back?”
“Yes … Martha … good idea … I could do with an ally!”
“Excuse me … and what am I?”
“My husband sweetie!”
“And not an ally?”
“No … you are far more than that! Got to go! Love you!”
“Love you more!”
As River looked at the screens she could see the SUVs pulling into the garage.
“Incoming!” she shouted to the team in the Hub …
“Right … on it …” Megan called back as she gathered the rest of the team together and rushed down to the others to see if they could help.
“Bright as a button that one …” Rhys said to River, as he gazed over towards where Megan was rushing around.
“She certainly is … and pretty too don’t you think Rhys?”
“Oh yes …. Gorgeous blue eyes and such a cute little button nose …”
“So you would say she is cute as a button as well as being as bright as one then?”
“Oh yeah … very …” Rhys said dreamily.
River smiled to herself. This was good for Rhys. Of course he didn’t realise it now but he was going to have to move on with his life once … well once things sorted themselves out … and Megan was certainly strong enough to help him through that. Yes … Megan could be exactly what the Doctor ordered … River chuckled quietly … “if only they knew!” she thought.
As the voice boomed across the Hub, both Rhys and River jumped with fright.
“Can’t leave you alone for two minutes and you are ogling other women … what sort of husband are you?”
“Gwen … babe … didn’t hear you come in … if you keep creeping up on me like that … I am going to have to get a bell for you to wear round your neck!”
“Ooh do we get to call her Ermintrude?” River asked facetiously.
“Are you saying I look like a pink cow?” Gwen spat out ...
“Well ... if the bell fits sweetie!” River retorted.
Rhys laughed out loud … not helping Gwen’s present … humour! “Would that make me Dougal because I am soft and cuddly?”
“Well you could be Zeberdee ... because you bounce around all over the place doing things for everyone ...” River quipped.
“Huh ... more like Brian the snail ...” Gwen mumbled.
Rhys started bouncing around shouting “Boing ... boing ... boing ... oooh time for bed!”
“Ooh Rhys you naughty boy ... don’t encourage me!” River couldn’t stop laughing.
“Honestly ... you are all like children ... grow up!” Gwen was getting angry at Rhys enjoying River’s company. He seemed to be enjoying everyone’s company except hers lately.
“Boing!” Rhys and River said together and bounced off in the direction of the medical bay to get ready for Martha and the team.
Gwen watched as the team brought in Ianto’s and Hart’s bodies and place them on the two gurneys waiting; time to plaster a fake look of sorrow on her face with maybe a few tears for good measure. She went down to the med bay, tears streaming...
“Oh no ... Ianto is dead? No it can’t be true ... was there nothing you could do Martha?”
“Well ...” Martha started but River suddenly cut in...
“No there was nothing anyone could do ... we are just going to have to come to terms with it ... as hard as it is going to be ... Ianto is gone ... it is time to mourn him ...”
With that Gwen flung herself across Ianto’s body sobbing loudly. “Oh Ianto, Ianto this is so not fair ... it should have been me ...”
“Ain’t that the truth ...” popped a little voice into River’s head...
“Stop it!” she filtered back to him!
“Doesn’t it make you want to stick two fingers down the back of your throat ... I mean look at her … a BAFTA winning performance … Twp Slebog!”
“More like the pantomime dame … or better still one of the ugly sisters!”
“River … stop it!”
“You stop it … you started it! Out of my head now please Ianto Jones!”
“Alright 'm feinedd hangel… I missed you ... you take care!”
River growled quietly ... “Oh those sexy Welsh vowels ... no wonder your husband wants to continually ravish you!”
“Oh, well ... a lot of mutual ravishing goes on ... Welsh vowels or not ... mostly with! Now thoughts back out of the gutter ... well bedroom ... and deal with the pink cow!”
River thought she might choke ... her laughter was welling up ... but she covered it with a cough, which Martha took as a sign to remove Gwen.
“Oh I love you Ianto Jones...”
“And I love you River Song!” Thoughts of love passed between them which River cherished. Unfortunately she all too soon had to return to reality...
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