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
Ianto wasn't sure when he became completely comfortable with flying at breakneck speed on the back of a dragon but he suddenly realised at some point that he wasn't holding on quite so tightly. In fact it felt like the most natural thing in the world to him, moving with the creature as if one when they swooped and banked when required and before he knew it they were landing in a meadow completely carpeted with the flowers they needed.
“Thank you,” Ianto called to Myfanwy, sliding off her back the instant they were on the ground.
“Your bidding is my wish my Lord,” she answered, her voice filling his mind.
The Doctor had told him roughly how many flowers would be required but he wasn't taking any changes, Ianto pulled out dozens of them and stuff them in the bag attached to his belt until it was over flowing, secured it and ran back to the patiently waiting dragon.
Myfanwy lowered her neck to he could clamber more easily onto her.
“Lets get home,” Ianto said, placing his hands where needed to steady himself.
“My Lord,” she replied simply and with a strong flap of her wings she lifted into the air and they began their journey back home to Torchwood Castle.
“Faster, faster,” Ianto urged the creature, knowing in his mind that Myfanwy was going at top speed for him but it felt good to say the words, urging her on and when the Castle came into view he gave a huge sigh of relief.
The dragon set him down where they had met, watching him silently when he slipped off her and ran towards his horse and leapt into the saddle and after yelling one final thank you to the creature he urged the animal into a gallop towards home.
Ianto leapt off the house by the stables as one of the stable hands rushed out and ran straight into the castle via the back entrance, through the kitchen where he sent a tray of freshly baked bread rolls flying without noticing. He headed straight upstairs and into the Doctors room, bursting through the door without knocking and stopped suddenly at the sight before him of the Doctor and the Queen embracing in a tight hug.
They broke apart and the Queen turned face him with read eyes and her cheeks damp with tears, looking at the young man confused.
“What's wrong?” Ianto asked worriedly. “Is it Jack, has he gotten worse?”
“No, no worse,” the Doctor answered.
“I was just …” Donna began and then trailed off.
“The Queen was just upset,” the Elder told him. “you're back so soon, did something happen to your horse? You need another one?”
“No. No ...” Ianto replied, trying to think on the spot of a reason why he'd been so quick. “I … err … I found some of the flowers in a clearing nearer than we thought. Not a whole meadow full, but I think plenty. I brought them all.”
Ianto handed over the bag stuffed full of flowers and the Doctor pulled out the contents and examined them.
“They are indeed the correct flowers,” the Elder said. “I shall make a start on the potion this instant.”
“I think I will go for a walk in the gardens and try and clear my head,” the Queen said with a weak smile, nodded at the two men and swept from the room.
“Can I do anything to help?” Ianto asked the Elder.
“This is something I must do myself,” he replied. “it must be done exactly.”
“Then I need to be with my Betrothed,” Ianto said, pausing only to give the other man a hopeful look and then fled from the room, running straight to the bedroom he and the Prince shared.
Jack looked the same as when he had left him, which wasn't surprising when in reality he had only been gone half a day, even if it had felt like weeks while on his quest for the flowers. Wanting to be close to his Betrothed Ianto slipped off his clothes and slipped into the bed beside him.
The Prince was burning up, his whole body covered with a sheen of sweat beneath the this sheet that covered him and his breaths coming in small pants that sounded like it was painful for him to breathe. Ianto reached over to the bowl of water beside the bed and tested it with his fingertips, it was tepid but compared to the Prince's fever it felt relatively cool. Moving himself onto his knees he picked up one of the cloths beside the bowl, soaked in in the water and then rang it out. Ianto slid the sheet from the other man's body, taking in the sight of his swollen belly for a moment or two and then slowly wiped the damp, cool cloth over his fever ridden body.
Once he had finished soothing every inch of hot flesh he could reach Ianto discarded the cloth and kissed the Prince's lips softly.
“You're going to be fine, the Doctor is going to make a potion to help you and you'll come back to me,” he said quietly to the older man. “you're going to be well and fit and strong for our babies when they arrive.”
Pulling the sheet back up over both their bodies Ianto settled into position on his side next to his Betrothed, only his hand resting on the Princes belly so as not to add to the other man's temperature and just lay there watching him, wondering what, if anything was going through his mind and deciding that because he didn't know if the Prince could hear anything he was saying it wouldn't matter of he spoke to him just in case he could hear every word.
It was also his was of trying not to think about how long it would be before the Doctor finished the potion.