Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Toshiko, Gwen, Rhys ... others
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: When Ianto is sent a request that he, according to his fathers cannot be turned down he has no idea of how much his life is going to change.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU, MPREG
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.dreamwidth.org/44
“It's got to be heading towards Torchwood Castle,” Hart yelled from the tree he sat it at Gray in a nearby one. “I can see the royal crest on it.”
Gray squinted in the bright sunlight at the approaching horse driven coach.
“How, it's too far away?” Gray shouted back.
“See how it's glistening in the sunlight?” Hart asked with a annoyed tone. “That's a sure sign that it belongs to royalty.”
“If you say so,” Gray retorted.
“I do!” Hart huffed, starting to clamber down the tree. “Now get your arse down there and take your position.”
Gray did as told they they both hit the ground around the same time, moving quickly and quietly into their pre-arranged positions as the coach grew closer, the sound of horses hooves now heard pounding at the ground.
“Now!” Hart yelled and with swords drawn they shot out of hiding and planted themselves in the middle of the dirt road with the coach and horses bearing down on them.
“Stop, we order you,” Gray demanded at the top of his voice.
“They can't hear you,” Hart told him. “the driver will stop when he sees us.”
“I bloody hope so,” Gray replied, standing his ground while the coach got closer and closer.
“It will!” Hart hissed, praying to anyone listening that the coach wouldn't just run them down.
“Oh shit ...” Gray shrieked, closing his eyes in preparation for the horses hooves hitting them and pounding them into the dirt of the road.
Hart raised his sword higher, pointing it at the coach which was now upon them and yelled loudly at the driver.
“Stop or harm will befall your horses,” his voice rang out clear.
He could see the look of panic on the drivers face as he pulled on the reins, stopping the horses in their tracks and then the horror that followed when he realised just who was standing before him.
“Hart,” the driver said, his voice barely a whisper.
Gray's eyes were now wide open, his own sword pointed at them.
“Don't for get me,” Gray grinned a little insanely at him.
“Look, whatever it is you want … just don't kill me,” the driver asked.
“You play nice and we won't have too,” Hart smirked. “so, tell me, who's in the coach?”
“No-one, it's empty,” the driver insisted.
“Really?” Gray asked. “Then why do you look so worried?”
“I think I should have a look see,” Hart said, moving along past the horses to the side of the coach and turning the handle of the door, flinging it open wide. “well, hello gorgeous, long time no see.”
“Who is it?” Gray called out to him, his sword still pointed at the coach driver.
“A friend of the Queen's,” Hart responded, a wide grin on his face. “So, tell me Toshiko, are you off to the castle?”
Toshiko shook her head in the negative while pressing her small frame against the far edge of the carriage like she hoped she could vanish into it.
“Now come on, that's a lie isn't it?” Hart smirked, clambering into the coach to sit opposite her, the tip of his sword pointed barely inches from her throat. “Is it just a visit to see your friend or do you have another reason?”
“Visiting the Queen,” she told him, her voice shaking with fear.
“Isn't that nice,” Hart said, moving the tip of the sword closer towards the young woman. “do tell me, will you be see the Prince too?”
“I don't know, he may be there with his betrothed,” Toshiko told him.
“Ah yeah, I did hear he got betrothed to that delicious bit of eye candy,” Hart smirked. “but it won't last, he knows he loves me really.”
“Jack must die!” Gray called out, hearing the other man's words. “He must pay for what happened to me.”
“Well, we'll have to see about that,” Hart called back. “Now Toshiko, you are going to help me get into the castle.”
“No,” Toshiko told him firmly, shaking her head again and fighting back tears of fear.
“I'm afraid you don't have any choice in the matter,” Hart answered. “and if you make any attempt to warn the Queen's Guards I will kill you, understand?”
This time Toshiko nodded silently, chewing nervously on her bottom lip when the man left the carriage.
“You, down,” Gray ordered the coach driver.
The driver eyed him for a moment and then did as he was instructed.
“Give me your cape,” Hart told him, sword pointed in the drivers direction.
The driver quickly slipped off the heavy cape made of deep green velvet and handed it over.
“Thank you,” Gray told him with a smile.
Hart swung his sword, the blade cutting deep into the coachman's throat and he was dead before he even hit the ground.
Hart handed the cloak to Gray. “Wear this, hood up and take us to the castle,” he told him. “I'll be hiding in the carriage to make sure our lady friend doesn't try and pull any stupid stunts.”
Gray slipped the cloak on over the clothes the asylum had issued him with, it covered everything except the plain laced sandals. He then grabbed one of the dead drivers feet, pulled a more substantial sandal off and measured it against one of his own. It was slightly bigger but he guessed it wouldn't matter for the time being, replaced his own with them while Hart closed the carriage door and pulled the privacy curtains. Moments later Gray was in the driving seat and the horses were pulling the carriage at a gallop towards Torchwood Castle.