missthingsplace | Vampire!Ianto - Children Of Earth - Day Two

Title: Vampire!Ianto - Children Of Earth - Day One - 1/2 (Major spoilers)
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood but i have kidnapped the characters until RTD fixes the mess!
Summary: The whole thing set in my own vampire!Ianto universe.
Spoilers: Spoilers for whole of COE
Warnings: Slash, language, vampirism
Rating: NC17
Notes: AU wrapped around canon.
Beta: The wonderful fabulous cazmalfoy

A/N I wasn't going to write this until this actual series got to this point but it wouldn't go away out of my head. They are all likely to be in two parts as they will be long and take a while to write. The first one isn't very different from the actual aired episode but it will get more and more AU as it continues as i deal with the issues that bugged me along the way.

Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/245969.html#cutid1

Previous fic's in this series: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/141190.html

A/N 2: I didn't like this part, but cazmalfoy has done a wonderful job of beta-ing it for me, so here it is at last.

“Hello. John Frobisher's office.” Lois said, answering the phone for what seemed like the umpteenth time that morning.

“Can I speak to Mr Frobisher, please?” a female voice asked.

“He's not available at the moment. Can I take a message?”

“It's Gwen Cooper from Torchwood. I need to see him urgently. Can you set up a meeting?”

“Erm... I'm not sure.” Lois replied as she pulled up Gwen's file on the computer.

“Just put me straight through, then.”

“He's very busy.”

“Yeah, he would be!”

“Who is this? Lois. Lois Habiba.”

“What happened to Bridget Spears?”

“She's on another line."

“Do you know what Torchwood is, Lois?"

“Yes. “

“Then you should know that right now you lot need us. The whole world needs us.” Gwen replied and Lois could sense her getting agitated “But someone's trying to kill us. They claim to be working for the government.”

“Why would the government want to kill people who can help?”

“That's why I need to see him!”

“Look, I know all this sounds mad, but you have to believe me.”

“I do. I do believe you.” Lois replied as Frobisher entered the room. “Hold the line, please.”

“Call my wife,” he instructed. “I'm in a meeting with the PM. I'll ring as soon as I can.”

“I'm putting the school through,” Bridget told him and he left the room again.

“If you're tracing this call...” Gwen said as Lois took her off hold.

“I'm not.”

“So you can set up a meeting, then?”

“Yes,” Lois told her firmly.

“Can we trust this guy?” Rhys asked Gwen as they sat nervously in the café where they had arranged to meet Frobisher.

“He's our man in the government. If we can't, we really are in trouble.”

“Gwen, we really are in trouble!”

“We've got to trust someone, Rhys, OK?”

Glancing at the door as they heard it open, they saw a young black woman enter. Neither of them paid attention to her and were a little surprised when she made her way over to their table.

“Hi. I'm Lois,” she introduced herself.

“Where's Frobisher?” Gwen demanded.

“He's not coming.”

“Why not?”

“Oh God, this is probably the worst mistake of my life,” Lois replied. “I've read your files. Some of the stuff you've done, you're like unsung national heroes.”

“Listen, I don't do autographs and I don't want to be rude, but why am I talking to you and not your boss?” Gwen asked angrily.

“Because if he knew you were here you'd be dead,” she told her. “ He gave the order to have Jack Harkness killed.”

“Are you sure?”

“I've seen it with my own eyes.”

“We really are in trouble,” Rhys replied sadly.

Lois asked them if they had heard of any of the other people that had been named on the list along with Jack, but neither of them had. Lois informed told that they were all dead; that they were all killed on the same day as Jack, adding that she didn't sign the official secrets act to cover up murder or to commit treason on her second day.

She asked them if Torchwood were the bad guys why didn't it say that on their files; and if they were the good guys, who the hell was she working for?

Lois explained that everyone where she worked seemed to think what was happening had something to do with aliens. She mentioned that there was something big being built for them on the thirteenth floor of Thames House, but she didn’t know what it was. She mentioned how it seemed as though they were preparing for something, but she didn’t know what.

Gwen assured her that she was going to find out why Frobisher seemed to want Torchwood out of the way all of a sudden. She asked Lois if she had head anything about Ianto or Jack, but all Lois knew was that Ianto was missing, and Jack was dead.

Gwen scoffed and muttered that it wasn’t true. Lois nodded her head in agreement, telling her that she had overheard Frobisher telling someone to keep an eye on Jack, and she couldn’t figure out why he would want someone guarding a dead person.

“Come on! Who's the genius behind the camera?” Jack yelled, his body complete again as he lay naked on the hard metal surface in the cell, chained to the wall. “Come on! Come on out and take your bow! Show yourself! Face me like a man!”

Jack continued struggling against the chains again, only stopping when a circular hole appeared in the top of his cell and a woman peered down at him.

“I'm not a man,” she told him, her tone completely emotionless.

“Who are you?” Jack demanded. “What's all this about?”

“Apparently you can't die, so it would be foolish to tell you anything,” she replied. “But I will say this, if I can't kill you... then I can contain you.”

Jack felt horror fill him as she moved away from the hole above him and a pipe came into view. He yelled and screamed loudly as tons of liquid cement was poured down into the cell, and onto his body.

Ianto lay flat to the ground a short distance away, his eyes glinting silver as he looked over at the containment building where he knew Jack had been taken. The downside of turning so he could see into the distance without the need for binoculars was that his hearing was also enhanced; there was no way he could miss Jack's tortured screams. Each one sent a chill through his body, despite the relief he felt knowing that Jack had come back after the explosion.

As soon as the woman in black had said she could contain him, he knew what the huge cement truck was for. He watched with horror as she moved out the way and the end of the long pipe was lowered into the hole, followed by a roar of the engine before concrete was poured into the cell.

Ianto's gaze remained focused as he listened to the Captain’s yells getting louder and more desperate. Biting back his tears as he chewed on his lip, easily drawing blood, he considered what to do next. As usual, the thought of just running down there and attacking everyone in his way was the first thing that came to mind. But he knew there was so many of them he didn’t have a hope of getting to Jack before one of them stopped him.

He also knew that if they caught him while he was in his vampire state, he would only be condemning himself to the same fate as Jack; and that wouldn't help either of them. Calming himself down and letting go of his vampire side, the sound of Jack's screams stopped reaching his ears. He dropped his head into his arms and allowed himself a few minutes of grief for his lover.

Lois handed Gwen a file telling her where Jack was being held, telling her of a way to get into the complex. She gave her the release papers for Rupesh, and informed her that an undertaker was due to pick up his body shortly. She also gave them a contact name and phone number just in case. Gwen grinned at her and told her that if she need a job after everything was all said and done, she should get in touch with her.

Gwen and Rhys hijacked the undertaker’s hearse and, after leaving him tied up in one of his own coffins, they took his car and headed for the military complex.

“Hi, we're here to pick up a body,” Rhys told the soldier at the gate. “5.30 appointment. Corporal Camara?”

“Kodak's dead!? When did that happen?” the soldier asked in shock.

“He's the contact,” Gwen replied. “The name of the deceased is Patanjali. Rupesh Patanjali.”

“Jesus! Shit me self then! He owes me money. Sorry. I'll have to look in the back.”

The soldier inspected the back of the car, before letting them though and instructing them on where to go. Another soldier instructed Rhys to back up to a fire exit to make taking the body easier, while Gwen went inside with the soldier.

Letting Rhys in through the fire door, he then lead them to the cell Rupesh's body was in. He unzipped the body bag so she could check it was the right person. As she did so, Gwen used her ‘gizmo’ to turn of the camera, before knocking the soldier unconscious and taking his keys.

Gwen knocked out a second camera as they arrived at the next-door, seconds before an alarm went off somewhere; they had been discovered.

Quickly they moved on to the last door, seconds before armed guards came around the corner. Gwen shot the lock off the door and quickly pulled it open, hoping to find Jack, but instead finding a concrete wall.

Having nowhere else to go, Gwen returned fire with the soldiers, until a black-clad woman appeared in front of them. Gwen raised her gun to shoot her, grimacing when it ran out of ammunition.

“I'd lay down your weapons, if I were you,” the agent told her. “You're as trapped and helpless as the man in the concrete cell.”

Gwen began to advance slowly towards her.

“Put the guns down!” the woman demanded.

Ianto drove the JCB with determination towards the building; heading straight for the wall where he knew Jack's cell to be behind. His eyes were wide, flashing silver and his teeth bared; he no longer cared who saw him. His mission was simple; he was going to get Jack out of the building, no matter what it took, and if anyone tried to stop him, they’d find that he was a force to be reckoned with.

As Gwen began to comply with the agent’s order, there a huge crash and the concrete block behind them seemed to be moving backwards out of the building. Not even thinking twice, Gwen urged Rhys to run in the direction of freedom and they both ran through the hole left in its wake. They were surprised to see a JCB with Ianto at the wheel on the other side.

“Come on, get on!” Ianto shouted to them.

“Ah, Ianto. You took your time. Come on,” Gwen replied as she and Rhys climbed on to the JCB.

Holding tight as Ianto drove them away, they didn't get far before the soldiers were pursuing them. Gwen sent Rhys to move a truck into the road, before she took aim and fired a shot at it, causing it to burst into flames, blocking the path of the soldiers.

“Where the hell are you taking us, Ianto?” Rhys asked.

Ianto ignored him, focusing on driving the JCB. He didn’t stop until they were at the top if a large quarry.

“What are we doing?” Gwen asked when Ianto stopped.

“You'll see. Get the car started! We've only got a few minutes. Come on!” Ianto told them, pressing various buttons inside the cab of the JCB. It secured itself to the ground, before Ianto extended the arm of the machine that held the concrete box containing Jack. He pushed it so that the concrete was hanging far over the edge of the quarry, before releasing it and letting it fall to the ground below.

Leaping from the cab Ianto ran to the car, climbing in and ordering Rhys to drive to the bottom of the quarry as fast as possible. They reached the bottom seconds after Jack gasped back to life and found the Captain standing, covered in nothing but dust, with his hands still chained together in front of him.

“Told you I'd be back,” Jack said as the other’s jumped out of the car.

“With a little help from us,” Ianto replied, grinning as Gwen motioned for Rhys to give her his coat for Jack.

“What the hell is going on?” Jack asked.

“Dunno yet. But the latest from the kids is that it's happening tomorrow.” Gwen replied, handing him the coat.

“I'm just in time, then,” Jack told her.

“Get in the car. Come on, we've got work to do.” Gwen told him, trying to ignore his nakedness as he just put the coat over his shoulder.

Ianto moved swiftly, catching up with Jack and pulled him into his arms, clinging onto him tight as he whispered into his ear.

“Oh god, I missed you. Are you okay?”

“Alive.” Jack sighed, sinking further into Ianto's embrace.

“Always a plus,” Ianto replied lightly, pressing a soft kiss on to his lips.

“Hey, you two! In the car,” Gwen ordered.

“And no funny business in the back,” Rhys added. “Not while I'm driving.”

Both of them were grinning like Cheshire cats as they climbed into the vehicle.

“Oh, you might want these,” Gwen said, reaching back and handing over the keys she had grabbed just before they had fled.

Ianto took them from her gratefully and unlocked the cuffs around Jack's wrists. Jack sighed thankfully as they were freed, rubbing over the palms of his hands over his skin, before pressing a chaste kiss to Ianto's cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Now we just need to get you some clothes,” Rhys piped up from the front. “First stop before we go anywhere else.”

*

“Why are we stopping?” Gwen demanded as Rhys pulled the car to a stop.

“Jack needs clothes,” Rhys stated, pulling the key from the ignition and reaching to open the door.

“I'm just fine,” Jack grinned.

“No, you're not!” Rhys argued.

“I'll go,” Ianto said, looking in distaste at the discount store Rhys had chosen.

“If you go we'll be here forever, I'm going,” Rhys told him, opening the door and getting out, slamming it closed behind him.

“How will he know what size?” Ianto frowned.

“He'll do okay, he buys stuff for me sometimes,” Gwen replied with a wave of her hand.

“You let him pick out your clothes?” Jack asked, a little bemused.

“Well, not clothes you're ever likely to see,” she smirked.

“Oh!” Ianto exclaimed as Jack chuckled beside him.

“That was quick love,” Gwen said as Rhys got back on the car with a paper carrier bag in his hand and tossed it back to Jack.

“Easy,” he replied, starting the car again.

Jack pulled the three items from the bag and couldn't help but laugh at the look on Ianto's face when he saw the contents; a T-shirt, a pair of jogging bottoms and a pair of old trainers.

“Not me, but they'll do,” Jack muttered. “Thanks Rhys.”

“No problem mate. Now, where are we heading?”

TBC