The Secrets Of Suburbia 6/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: The Secrets Of Suburbia
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Toshiko, Doctor/Rose, Donna (maybe others)
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Moving to suburbia was nothing like they imagined.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series

A/N: Sorry there's been no fic for the last two days, RL got a little hectic! And now LJ is trying my patience!

 

“Is that Gwen?” Ianto as with a small frown, seeing the woman standing at their front door as they neared.

“What on earth is she doing lurking around at this time?” Jack answered. “It's gone one am and she appears to be wearing her pyjamas.”

 

“We could just drive past while she's not looking and come back later,” Ianto suggested with a small smirk.

 

“And she could be in trouble,” Jack signed resignedly, pulling onto the driveway and stopping.

 

“Ms Cooper, is something wrong?” Jack called out to the woman, opening his door and climbing out.

 

“It's sorry, it's just ... well ...” Gwen replied hesitantly. “shit, I feel a little stupid now, I should just go home.”

 

“You're here now, you may as well tell us,” he replied, Ianto now standing at his side.

 

“It's Rhys, well not him exactly, he's away and ... well I heard a noise,” Gwen began to explain, feeling a little embarrassed. “more than once in the loft and I know it's probably just mice but they sounded like they were wearing clogs ... I got scared.”

 

“Do you want me to take a quick look?” Jack offered, wanting nothing more than to just go into his own home with his lover.

 

“Please? Would you mind?” Gwen asked.

 

“It really probably is just mice,” Ianto interjected, unable to hide his slight annoyance at the woman's presence on their doorstep in the early hours of the morning.

 

“It won't take five minutes to put Ms Coopers fears to rest,” Jack said, glancing at the younger man. “by the time you've got the coffee ready I'll be back.”

 

“Coffee? At this time in the morning?” Gwen asked, as Jack expected she missed the metaphor he intended completely. “You'll be up all night, unless it's decaf, perhaps hot chocolate would be better? Sorry, I'm babbling, it's none of my business ...”

 

Jack just gave a laugh and told her. “Come on, lets go and see to these mice.”

 

“I'll just put the coffee on then Sir,” Ianto said with a grin, his wink unseen by the woman as she led Jack over to her own house. 

 “So, where's Rhys then?” Jack asked, following her through the front door and closing it quietly behind them.

 

“Stag do, one of his mates is getting married and they're in London for the weekend,” Gwen explained, flicking on the light for the stairway.

 

“A weekend of booze and boobs then?” Jack chuckled, heading up the stairs behind Gwen. “You must really trust him?”

 

“He loves me, he'd never do anything to hurt me,” Gwen told him and the pointed upwards. “that's the loft hatch, you should be able to reach that rope?”

 

Jack eyed up the short rope hanging from the two foot square in the ceiling for a moment or two and then reached up, almost having to stand up tiptoe to reach it and gave it a hard tug.

 

The hatch dropped down on it's hinges and the metal ladder slid down to the floor before them, Jack pulled it into position where it was most sturdy and then turned to Gwen.

 

“Is there a light or do I need a torch?”

 

“A torch, sorry,” Gwen told him. “hold on a minute.”

 

With that she rushed off through one of the doors and returned a few minutes with a torch, handing it to him, Jack turned it on and checked the beam before climbing up the ladder into the loft space.

 

When he got to the point where his upper body was through the hole he shone the torch about in the dim gloom but he couldn't see anything and knew he'd have to venture all the way in.

 

“Can you see them?” Gwen called up.

 

“No, I'm going to have to go all the way in,” Jack called back. “if I'm not back in ten minutes you better alert the authorities.”

 

Gwen laughed, watching his feet vanish into the hole and then heard the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floorboards they had laid when they had first moved in with the intention of using it as another room.

 

Jack moved forwards a few feet to his left, flashing the torch about he couldn't believe how much stuff was cluttering up the smallish space, he was just wondering where to start when he heard a noise from the other end of the loft.

 

Drawing his gun from his holster – he wasn't taking any chances – Jack edged slowly across the floorboards praying it wouldn't stand on a squeaky one in the direction of the noise, the torch beam aimed downwards so he wouldn't trip over anything.

 

The noise came again, like Gwen had said it sounded like mice wearing boots and carefully peered over the top of one of the wooden crates and shined the light down into the space behind it.

 

A pair of huge eyes looked up at him in the light, well, huge for the size of it's small head that was and Jack couldn't help but smile to himself.

 

The creature, for that was the best way to describe it was very mouse-like, down to the long tail and the whiskers on it's nose but it was about three times the size and it's eyes were bright blue and as large as a fully grown cats.

 

“Hello, how on earth did you find you way up here?” Jack asked the creature, knowing it couldn't answer him and re-holstered his gun. “you're scaring the pretty lady so we need to find you a new home.”

 

The creature tilted it's head sideways as if listening intently to what the Captain was saying and then proceeded to clean it's face with it's paws.

 

“I heard your species wasn't one for being intimidated or scared and harmless,” Jack continued, glancing about for something to contain the creature until he could get it out of the house. “looks like the stories were true, aha!”

 

Jack moved a foot or so and picked up the large metal biscuit tin poking out the top of one of the crated and pulled the lid off, thankful to find it empty and headed back to his original spot.

 

Placing the tin on the floor beside him Jack reached down and carefully grasped the creature, it made no attempt to escape and seconds later Jack was holding it in his hand studying it.

 

“Have you found something?” Gwen called up, a little worry creeping into her voice.

 

“Just mice like you thought,” Jack called back, admiring the way the creatures fur seemed to glisten with little flecks of silver in it's grey fur. “I'll be down shortly.”

 

“Okay,” Gwen called back, relived.

 

“Sorry about this, it won't be for long,” Jack told the creature and lowered it into the waiting tin, then picked the lid up and studied it for a moment before pulling his gun out again and shooting a hole through the middle.

 

“What the fuck was that?” Gwen's voice shrieked up the steps.

 

“It was nothing, don't worry about it,” Jack called back, trying to keep his tone light-hearted and then finally placed the lid on the tin imprisoning the creature within.

 

Sliding his gun away again Jack used the torch to light his way across the cluttered floor to the loft hatch and then climbed carefully down with the torch between his teeth and the tin safely under his arm.

 

“Sorry, I had to bash a hole through the lid so they didn't suffocate,” Jack said as a way of explanation for the sound of his gun firing and praying she would buy it. “I'll release them in one of the fields in the morning.”

 

“It sounded more like a gun firing to me,” Gwen frowned, eyeing up the hole in the lid of the tip and trying to peer into it.

 

“Nope, just a hammer striking a screwdriver,” Jack grinned, pushing up the ladder so the loft hatch door moved back into place sealing the hole in the ceiling. “I should get home.”

 

“For coffee?” Gwen smiled, moving closer to him and putting a hand on his arm.

 

“Yeah, coffee,” Jack answered, still grinning.
 

“I was just wondering ... if there was something I could do to that you?” Gwen asked suggestive, running her hand up the Captains arm and even closer so that their bodies were almost touching. “Do you know how delicious you smell?”
 

“Pheromones,” Jack chuckled, sliding away from her and rushing off down the stairs. “and I really need to get home for my coffee.”

 

“Well, if you change your mind,” Gwen called out after him, slumping against the wall with a sigh of disappointment before heading back to bed and wondering what Rhys was up to.

 

Jack let out his own sigh of relief once he'd exited the house and with a smile he rushed across the street to his own clutching the tin.


TBC

Comments

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

Yep, or chess, lol!

Thank you :D