Living The Dream 36/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Living The Dream
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, John, Martha, Owen, Tosh, Myfanwy,
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Orphaned at the age of seventeen Jack is sent to live with his uncle and cousins he barely remembers until he's eligible for his inheritence when he reaches twenty one, unbeknown to him his uncle has plans to get his own hands on the money.
Spoilers: Probably not, but you never know ...
Warnings: Slash, Angst ... the ususal!
Rating: NC17 for the series.

A/N: This series is very AU and i haven't written anything like it before! For the purposes of this story Jack is seventeen and mortal. I have absolutely no idea where this came from but i hope you like and enjoy. Written for wrianojune

The taxi cab they had got at the station dropped them outside the building that housed the solicitor that Jack's family had used for years.

“Okay, here goes.” Jack said, taking Gwen's hand and leading her up the few steps to the door, while taking a few deep breaths Jack reached out and turned to handle and pushed the door open.

In the gloom of the small waiting room they could make out the receptionist sat at her desk at the far end, closed doors either side of her with brass name plates screwed to them denoting who's offices they were.

“How may I help you sir, madam.” The woman, who's own name plate informed them she was Miss Rose Tyler asked.

“We're here to see Mr Jackson.” Jack replied. “About a matter of great importance.”

“You have an appointment Mr?” She asked.

“Mr Jack Harkness, and no I'm afraid, we had some rather bad news yesterday and we need to see him urgently.” Jack replied.

Miss Tyler scanned the diary of appointments before her and then looked back up at them.

“I'm afraid he has no free appointments today.” She told them, a little snootily.

“Just fine minutes, that's all we need.” Gwen begged as Eirween began to fret in her arms a little.

“We've come a long way, all the way from Wales at the crack of dawn this morning.” Jack added. “You can't just send us away like that.”

Miss Tyler stood up and smoothed down her dress.

“I'll go and speak to him, but I'm not promising anything.” She said as she knocked on the door to Mr Jackson's room and walked in when the muffled 'enter' came in reply, closing it again behind her.

“Do you think he'll see us?” Gwen as asked Jack as they stared at the closed door.

“I don't know, I only ever met him once after my parents funeral.” Jack frowned.

Gwen was about to reply when the door opened again and Miss Tyler reappeared.

“He will see you now.” She told them a little haughtily, obviously not approving that her employer had agreed so fast to see them. “He has a spare few minutes before his next client.”

“Thank you.” Jack and Gwen said in unison as they walked into the solicitors office, which was no less gloomy that the waiting room.

“Mr Jackson, thank you for seeing us.” Jack said as the door closed quietly behind them.

“Good to see you again Jack, please, take a seat. Both of you.” He replied with a smile. “How can I help?”

“This is my wife Gwen, and our daughter Eirween.” Jack said as they both sat opposite him across from his desk. “I need to ask you if it's possible to have my inheritance a little early, I'll be twenty soon so it would only be a year or so.”

“What are the circumstances for the request?” Mr Jackson frowned.

“As you know I was sent to live with my uncle, John Hart. Gwen is his daughter, we feel in love and married.” Jack explained. “The problem is my uncle had an unfortunate accident recently and died leaving his family with huge debts that they, we cannot even imagine how to pay off without the help of the money my parents left me.”

“Huge debts? How huge?” Mr Jackson asked.

Jack sighed. “Nearly a quarter of a million pounds, if we can't raise the money in a week the house and all it's assets will be put up for auction by the bank. I don't even pretend to imagine that my inheritance will cover it, but I hope it might stall the bank for a while.”

“Jack, I can assure you that you can cover that, and then some but I'm not sure I'm able to go against your parents wishes and let you have it before your twenty first birthday.” Jackson replied.

“They wouldn't want me homeless, surely?” Jack countered angrily. “They would never want to see me thrown out of our home and with a baby.”

“Jack calm down.” Mr Jackson replied as Jack got to his feet and began pacing the room.

“Calm down?” Jack snorted.

“Please, sit back down, I'm sure there's something I can do to help, please.” Mr Jackson told him. “Please?”

Jack slunk back into his seat and glared at the man opposite.

“Okay, I propose I release some of the funds to you now and the rest when you reach your twenty first birthday, how does that sound?” He suggested.

“How much, will it cover some of the debt?” Gwen asked for Jack who was clutching her hand tightly.

“Your inheritance is a substantial amount Jack, what I propose is to give you enough to cover the debt and a some more to help with living expenses until the rest of the money is released.” Mr Jackson replied. “Half a million now.”

“Half ... half a million?” Jack replied flabbergasted.

“You have no idea how wealthy your parents were, do you?” Mr Jackson asked.

“No.” Jack replied, shaking his head in disbelief. “I mean, I know we weren't anywhere near the definition of poor but ... just how much did they leave me?”

“With the interest the money has incurred since your parents died I don't think you'll be looking at much less than around four million in total by your birthday.”

“Four million?” Jack shrieked. “Four fucking million?”

Mr Jackson chuckled. “Yes Jack, you will be a very wealthy young man.”

“Shit!” Jack replied, laughing as Gwen stared wide eyed in shock at him.

“Indeed sir.” Mr Jackson replied. “Now, how would you like the money, do you have a bank account?”

“Yes.” Jack nodded, thinking of the meagre savings he had in it.

“Then I shall arrange for a cheque to be ready for you by the end of the day.” Mr Jackson assured him. “Come back at five.”

“Thank you so much.” Jack grinned as he reached over and shook the other man's hand. “Thank you.”

“You're very welcome, both of you.” Jackson replied. “Now go and enjoy the city and I'll see you later.”

Soon after Jack, Gwen and the baby were settled in a tea shop enjoying a pot of tea, sandwiches and cakes with the biggest grins on their faces that anyone had seen in a very long time as Jack told Gwen his plans of flying the channel to France.

TBC

Comments

[bookwrm89.livejournal.com]

Oh yay! I was hoping his inheritance would be something like this!
No wonder John wanted to get his hands on Jack's money. Now I just hope it doesn't make Ianto feel intimidated over how rich Jack really is.

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

Yep, his uncle knew exacly how well off Jack's parents were ... as for Ianto ... we'll see!

Thank you :D