Just Can't Stay Out of Trouble (Ianto/Jack)

[Captain John Hart]

It had been a while, almost half a year since John had choice to stay on Earth and since then, he had been help Jack and the Torchwood team out any time he felt like his services were needed. Which was to say that was more often than what it would have been if he felt like helping out. Things were going good, really good and John was scared, truly worried for the first time in a long while.

It wasn’t right things were going this good for him, that he was starting to feel truly happen. It didn’t sit right with him, nowhere in his life had he earn or deserved things to be like this. And he couldn’t remember when things were this great between him and Jack. It was like everything was feeling like home; like he had the whole best friend with befits thing going on and starting have a family on top of it. Oh sure there was still the times when John was John, held things back to protect others among other things on top of him being his normal self. Some things don’t change after all.

But something happened and John left without warning, well there was a slight sign of a struggle at the warehouse he had been using for a home. The place was tossed and there were the signs of burns from a laser weapon being used among a bit of blood that had been shed and lets not forget the alien body that was left to rot. The alien looked like some lizard skin rino mixed humanoid. And there was John’s prized sword left on the ground unsheathed in another part of the small warehouse.

Since that had been discovered it had been a month but now he was back in a broken shape. He stumbled into the hub, drunk on top of being injured. His black shirt had been shredded from claws, the wounds underneath told that much, he was walking around on a shattered right leg, most of his ribs where broken, his face slightly swollen on the left side, his hair was slightly matted from blood that had gushed out from a gash on the same side. He was a complete mess and it was a miracle he was alert and walking around like he was. ”Honey, I’m home….” He yelled above the alarms that went off every time some came into the hub.

His blue gray eyes glanced around the barely lit hub, it had to be late… he wasn’t even sure what hour or time of day it was. His mind was not focused enough to put things together at this point. He walked in a little farther before he had to catch himself on one of the stations there… ”Getting too old for this party life style...” He mumbled to himself, his speech slurred on top of things. John knew he wasn’t as young as he was nor was he all that old in the grand picture of where he had come from. But his body had more than taken its fair share of beatings and if he weren’t wasted, he would have felt more how badly this one was. What happened to him would come to the light of day when he was in a clearer state of mind and someone had the nerve to ask. All John wanted was his old room back in the holding cells back or something better than that but he wasn’t about to ask Jack for anything more, his pride wouldn’t let him cross that line.

[Ianto Jones]

ooc Jack if you disagree on what I put tell me and I edit it. Ianto is letting Jack go first to see John. I hope this as PG-13 reply


It was the time when Ianto was spending time with Jack. They were playing games and Jack was always winning. It was Jack’s hormones that were giving Jack the edge. Spending all this time alone with Jack Ianto wanted more. Now was not enough, he wished he could freeze the moment now. Just to wave one hand and say ‘time stop and let me spend the rest of eternity with Jack.’

It was nice to taste Jack all over. It was painful but a good painful and as it was hitting the climax the voice of John Hart was heard. That’s when Ianto lost his sexual energy. He became limp, moaned, he grumbled on how he wanted to hurt John.

It was true Ianto was never going to trust John because what he did to Torchwood. Even what he did to Jack, the man pushed Jack off the ceiling. He wanted to kill Jack. How can Ianto trust someone like John? He was afraid John would take Jack away from him.

Biting Jack’s lip, tugging it, Ianto slowly got off the man to gather his things. Putting his clothes on, he was looking at Jack. “Coffee?” the eye candy was looking at Jack. His eyes showed he was sad because most times someone interrupts them.

[Jack Harkness]

It was sweet, hot and bliss as Jack slid his hands over warm skin.
A breath warm to his skin as he gently teased Ianto's neck with his teeth. A big grin on his face as he was about to get rid of his pants.

Yet the second he heard that voice, that honey/alcohol coated voice he froze. What was he doing here?
The slight teasing bite promised some fun later, but it had to wait.

The immortal jumped/got pushed from his position and pulled on a shirt. Hurry-ing into the hub with a slight scowl on his face.
"Seriously Hart...what are you doing he-"
His voice died down when he noticed the state of the man.

No matter how much of an bother this guy was, or how bad his timeing was...Jack couldn't really hate him.
Of course, he could be an bother to Hart, be uptight and moody.
But hating him? After the things they had been through?
Never truly.

"Sit.." he nearly ordered as he moved over to the staircase, ready to catch the man would he fall.

[Captain John Hart]

Of all the times to come strolling into the Hub, it had to be this kind of time. The kind of time where Jack could no longer behave himself and with the team out for the night or sleeping, it meant that his hands could do some wondering. John should have known better than to come in at this time. But he didn’t not carry a watch and wasn’t the kind of guy to keep track of time unless something worth his time was going on. Then again, it wasn’t like he was paying much attention to what part of day it was… All that matter was that he had escaped and now he could go find some place to get drunk and pass out.

Little did Jack know that he kept a stash of Hyper Vodka and MoonRise Ale around the Hub. Two of the strongest alcoholic beverages out there in the universe and tonight was the kind night, he needed to make friends with a bottle or two of those drinks. All John wanted to do was get a hot shower, get drunk and pass out… the injuries that roamed his body were not something he cared about. Come morning and the real rush of pain, he would care then. He was still kind of ridding a high from the drugs they had introduced into his system but they were starting to wear off rather quickly now that he was away from that machine.

When he noticed Jack finally coming into the main part of the Hub, he smirked and glanced around. ”Did you forget that you invited me to stay here and be apart of the team…. What a moment, how much time has passed since I’ve been gone.. Couldn’t be that long could it be?” In all truth, it had been a month but John was clueless on that part. Time wasn’t something he kept in there, only thoughts were of escape and John, typical thoughts of his for the most part.

John knew the dance he and Jack played every time they were together, but right now all the dislike and blows would come at another time. Hate was something he never felt for Jack, even though he had tried to kill the other man. John had risked his life to leave the ring with Jack when Gray buried him alive all that time ago because Jack’s life was always worth more than his unless there was something of value Jack was standing in the way of.

Then came the ordering voice, the voice Jack used when he was leading Torchwood around or when the group was around. ”Going to give me a bone if I sit but I draw the line at fetching?” He couldn’t help but to be smart with that. But John listened and ended up sitting down, his body more or less collapsing towards the end, and the sign of pain was clearly written across his face enough though he tried to hide it. The room felt like it was spinning slightly now that he was off his feet and didn’t have to focus so much on keeping up right.

He glanced over at Jack, finally noticing the state his clothing was in… ”Perfect timing like always.” He laughed weakling before glancing around, wondering where Eye Candy was. ”You know for saving the Earth, you could have given me a warmer welcome…” Nothing was ever that serious with John anymore. Not since what happened, happened.

[Ianto Jones]

Ianto had difficult buttoning his pink work shirt. His fingers where not nimble because they were shaking like a leaf. He tucked the shirt in, grabbed the purple tie, placed it around his neck, tied it and put his black vest on. Ianto was an ear shot hearing John Hart talk to Jack.

Ianto stepped out wearing his business attire, fixing his tie and he looked like there was nothing going on. Fixing his eyes on the time rogue, Ianto could see John was wounded badly. He nodded his head to the other man. Moving to the stair case, and walking down and around Jack and John to go morgue station, Ianto had retrieved the medical kit that was for the team to do first aid.

Meanwhile, Ianto heart was aching. Wishing John was not here because he always brings trouble to Jack. The coffee boy was never going to trust John. The rogue showed he had some loyal but not enough for Ianto to count worthy.

Walking to Jack with the first aid kit, he opened it up and he pulled things out what Jack needed to patch up the con artist.

[Jack Harkness]

"Oh shut it" Jack near growled at the other man his witty remarks. The hint of a supressed smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. No matter what this idiot did Jack couldn't hate him.
And in all truth he was still as handsome as ever.

The second the man sat down Jack moved over and placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him upright before gently pressing a hand to John's chest.

In all his years of life Jack had picked up more than enough medical training to become a doctor, not like Owen though.
Jack still hoped the grumpy colleague would teach him some stuff.
But enough to make sure someone stayed alive.

"..What the heck did you do?"
Jack could clearly feel the unnatural heat of the skin, most likely because his ribs were either broken or cracked.

And when Ianto came back with the med kit Jack flashed him a smile.
"Thanks, help me with this" He spoke to Ianto but focussed on John's unsharp eyes. Great, he was intoxicated.

Without much explaining Jack took off the man's jacket, being carefull for any hidden injuries. And after that piece of clothing was gone he pulled the bloody shirt over the man's head.
"You're a bloody idiot you know this right?"
Jack just wanted to desinfect all the scrapes and cuts before examening those ribs.

[Captain John Hart]

John glanced around when heard a second pair of footsteps, not surprising to him at all. When Ianto came into view, John’s blue gray eyes glanced him over and just smirked. ’Ello Eye Candy, missed a button.” He teased; when he noticed that one of the buttons at the lower half of the other man’s shirt had been missed. It was too good of a chance to pass up and plus he was still trying to get on Ianto’s good side only for Jack’ behalf. When would the other man learn that he wasn’t hear to steal Jack… for Jack was to firmly set on this place and staying here. Couldn’t Ianto see that he was the reason why Jack was so set on staying, well one of the reasons. John could easily tell with Jack if anything were to happen to this team, it would nearly kill the other man.

It was how things were between him and Jack, knowing the other so well… sometimes better than they knew themselves. Speaking of Jack, his voice broke through John’s thoughts and he gave a dry laughter one brought with a wince. ”Easy there big fellow, didn’t mean to step on your toes.” He joked, smiling as he noticed the smiling tugging on Jack’s lips. But also for he felt the warmth of Jack’s hand on him but was soon cursing that as he felt pressure against the broken parts of his body.

Much like Jack, the years have taught him enough to at least patch himself up… broken bones were beyond is repair without any bone cement to inject into himself after making sure the bones were set. That and not having any good pain killers here, he was going to end up cursing this primitive century at some point. ”Why do you always think its something I did?” He acted rather hurt by that even though he wasn’t, John had a way of getting himself into spots like this and he wouldn’t be the first to deny it.

After glancing over at Ianto who seemed to return with the medical kit, he gave a wink at the eye candy. ”Well, if that earned what the heck did I do, response… you don’t want to see my leg. I think its in worse shape then my chest it. And all of this because I was dealing with a race of aliens who were set on blowing this place up… Its all your fault Jack, for making me care enough about this planet.” John being himself with placing the blame of what happened, what he did on someone else’s shoulders. But this was just him merely playing around at the moment.

His head came to lean against the wall, his eyes closing for a moment. When he opened them, he looked over at Jack. There was softness in his eyes for a second as he took in how handsome Jack still was even after all these years. There was something else there; something different from the Jack he had been stuck in the time loop. It was something he had come to love seeing in Jack.

It didn’t take long for expression to change back to harden one when his clothing was being removed, trying to keep himself from wincing or crying out in pain and it dawned on him Ianto was going to be helping out. Which made him doubt any gentleness was going to be taken on eye candy’s part. ”You should have seen the other guys… they were like eight foot lizard that were breed with humans, tigers and bear or something like that… They were working on building a machine here on earth that would allow them to transport explosives into the center of the planet so they could blow it up after removing all the lava stuff….” John trailed off, not wanting to get into the story too much.

[Ianto Jones]

Ianto had not flinch and not wanting to give the other man pleasure. As he went to get the medical kit, he rolled his eyes so either Jack or John could see it. He did fix the button before he brought the medical kit to Jack.

For Jack’s knowledge Owen did teach what Jack wanted but it was the basics.

Ianto was being quiet as he was listening to John rattling about his adventure. The man knew that Jack and John gone a long way.

Its all your fault Jack, for making me care enough about this planet.

The blue eyes of the Welsh man looked at John, not sure he wanted to believe. It was hard to believe. John was part of the team before and Jack considered his old mate a member of Torchwood. “ I find that hard to swallow.”

Ianto did carefully help Jack to remove what needed to be off John Hart. Ianto knew pain, he did not want inflict pain on someone else even it was someone he did not trust. Looking at Jack, " You want me to do it?" Ianto knew someone had to comfort John.

That was when John was telling the story Ianto looked at John as wondering why did he stop. There was more. If it was John, he was not telling everything. This was when Ianto had to trust Jack to get the facts from his the rogue.

[Jack Harkness]

Jack paused a second when the injured man told him the story.
His main thought being 'why didn't you tell?'
Was it so damned hard to tell him? To tell Jack when the world was either in danger, or his team was.
"You're an idiot..you know that right?" he shook his head before looking up at Ianto.

Was the sweetheart actually offering to help Hart? That would be amazing. The two could use some bonding time...Jack hated the fact they didn't seem to get along that well.
"You can have a look at the mess...I'll give the leg a look.."

Jack crouched down near John's leg and pulled a switch blade from his pocket, something he had wanted to examine before Ianto decided to be the most wonderful distraction.
But it came in handy right now.

The immortal showed now remorse as he cut the dark fabric of John's pants, taking in the amount of deep dark bruises. The obvious signs of broken bones visable on abused skin.
"Yeah...I don't think I'm capable of fixing that..." his blue eyes stayed locked on the painful looking skin.

"We could take you to a hospital" The teasing grin returned to his face. Jack knew exactly how a stay at the 'normal' hospital would be for someone of another time line...
Most likely horrible.