Utopia 39/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Utopia
Author: missthingsplace
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/449741.html

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay with this chapter, a mixture of being busy, uncooperative bunnies and also fighting with an original fic idea are to blame. Please forgive me, i promise more soon.


 

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Ianto asked, giving the vivid blue liquid in the glass bottle the Elder held in his hand a suspicious look. “Should it be smoking like that?”

“It's exactly as the book tells,” the Doctor assured him. “and it's not smoke, just vapour.”

“How is it administered?” The Queen put in.

“I need Ianto to lift his Highnesses head and tilt it back to I can drizzle it into him mouth and down his throat,” the Doctor answered. “he still has a swallowing reflex so if it is administered slowly enough he will swallow it down naturally.”

“Then we should get on with it,” Ianto said, sitting down next to his unconscious Betrothed and placed a hand carefully under his head.

Ianto used his thigh to rest the Prince's head upon while he tilted it back and then gave the Elder a look that told him to get on with the procedure. The Doctor moved to their side and slowly and carefully tilted the glass bottle and let the liquid drip drop by drop in a slow trickle into the man's mouth through barely parted lips until the bottle was empty.

“Will this take remedy take effect soon?” Donna asked, watching Ianto slowly stroke his hand through the Princes hair, his head still resting upon his thigh.

“It it works, then he should begin to rouse within the next couple of hours,” the Elder told them a little solemnly.

“And if it doesn't work?” Ianto asked, looking him straight in the eye.

“We will have to search for another remedy,” he replied quietly.

“Please, leave us alone,” Ianto asked of the Queen and the Elder.

“Of course Sire,” the Doctor nodded and turned to leave the room.

“We will not be far away,” Donna said. “any … anything happens, make sure we are fetched.”

Ianto nodded and waited until the Queen had also exited the room, closing the door behind her before carefully laying Jack's head back down carefully on the pillows. He left lay beside him and as he had done many times since Jack fell ill he wrapped an arm around him, snuggled close to his body and held him tightly until he fell into a light sleep.

It was almost two hours later when something roused him, his eyes flickered open when he felt something tightening around his fingers. At first his sleep riddled mind was confused and then with a start he realised that Jack's hand was holding his. Ianto sat up quickly, squeezing the hand in his own back and looked down at the Prince.

“Jack?” His voice barely more than a hopeful whisper when it left his lips.

“Mmmmm?” The Prince mumbled back.

“Jack, can you hear me?” Ianto asked, trying not to get too excited.

“Mmmmm,” came the answer.

“Open your eyes for me? Please? I know you can do that for me?” Ianto urged, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the other man's lips.

He waited a few moments and then let out the breath he hadn't known he had been holding when the Prince's eyes slowly opened and looked him straight in the eye.

“Ianto?” The name of his Betrothed come out rather hoarse.

“It's me my love,” Ianto smiled. “you came back to me.”

“Back to you?” Jack managed to get out and then coughed a little. “Water?”

“Yes! Sorry,” Ianto replied, admonishing himself mentally for not offering his any, reached for the golden cup beside them on the little table and helped the other man take a few long sips. “Slowly!”

“What happened?” Jack asked, rubbing his hand over his swollen belly and realising it was larger than he remembered.

“You've been ill, so ill,” Ianto told him. “I thought I was going to lose you and the babies.”

“What was wrong?” The Prince asked, attempting to sit up, gave up and lay back down again.

“You collapsed when Hart and your brother attacked the castle,” Ianto began to explain.

“I remember the attack,” Jack nodded.

“You fell and hit your head. The Doctor thinks it was a complication of the pregnancy,” Ianto continued. “finally he managed to find a cure and you've come back to me.”

“A complication? Was? Am I okay now? Are the babies okay?” The Prince's questions all came out in a rush.

“That is something only the Doctor can tell us, but he has assured me that the babies appear to have suffered no harm.” Ianto answered. “they have still been kicking.”

“How long … how long was I ill?” Jack asked a little hesitantly.

“Almost sixty cycles of the sun,” Ianto replied. “but it seemed so much longer.”

“But that means … the babies, they are due soon?” Jack asked wide eyes.

“Very,” Ianto grinned. “We'll be parents in less than another thirty cycles of the sun.”

“Then I will need to build my strength up,” Jack said, feeling weaker than he wanted to admit to anyone.

“Please, let me fetch the Doctor and he can check you over,” Ianto said, making to move away.

“No, not yet,” Jack replied, clutching the younger man's hand tightly. “I want to just lie here with you.”

“Just a little while,” Ianto agreed, wanting the Elder to check him over and tell him his Betrothed was completely well again. “actually, there's something I want to share with you.”

“Something good?” The Prince asked.

“I think so,” Ianto replied and then told him about his trip to fetch the flowers that had been needed to fetch the potion that had cured him and how Myfanwy had helped him. When he explained how the Dragon had spoken into his mind and called him a Dragon Lord the Prince's face lit up with excitement.

“She really told you that? You're a Dragon Lord?” Jack asked, not sure he had heard him correctly and Ianto nodded. “That's why she found you! She's the last Dragon and she needed you, waiting until the time was right for her to make contact.”

“You know all this?” Ianto asked in amazement.

“I read a lot as a kid,” Jack told him. “even though Dragon's were already considered extinct, had been for hundreds of years, I was a little obsessed with them.”

“And being a Dragon Lord is a good thing?” Ianto asked.

“Very,” Jack said, breaking into a huge grin. “and a sigh, a portent really for the future if the legends are to be believed.”

“Legends? What portent?” Ianto asked, eyes wide.

“That the age of the Dragon's is to be reborn,” Jack said excitedly.

“Reborn, but there is only one Dragon?” Ianto frowned.

“Magic Ianto, magic,” Jack chucked just as a loud knock came to the door.

“Can we enter Sire?” The Doctor called out.

“Don't mention any of this, about Myfanwy to them,” Ianto told him in hushed tones.

“I won't,” Jack whispered back and then Ianto called out to him that he could enter.

The Elder entered the room along with the Queen, both of them trying to look annoyed but the delight of seeing Jack awake causing them to smile instead.

“Just as I suspected,” Donna scolded lightly. “Jack is awake and Ianto doesn't want to share him.”

“We just needed to spend some time alone, I would have called you soon,” Ianto assured them.

“Well, now we are here I can check you over and then we can all know you are recovered,” the Doctor said. “Ianto, Jack needs to eat, he needs to build up his strength for the birth and my Queen, could you organise one of the servants to fill his bath, I'm sure he will feel more comfortable after bathing.”

“Of course,” Donna smiled. “Ianto, lets set about our tasks and we can return quickly.”

“I want to stay,” Ianto stated, standing his ground.

“And I wish to examine my patient thoroughly,” the Doctor stated firmly. “it will only take a few minutes.”

“Fine,” Ianto huffed and left the room along with the Queen, rushing down the steps quickly to the kitchens to arrange for food to be delivered to their room.

TBC

Comments

[socalrose]

Jack is awake - hurrah! Glad it worked and Jack knows about Myfanwy and Ianto being a Dragon Lord.

I truly understand when life gets in the way and especially when plot bunnies don't cooperate (I'm still trying to find my plot bunnies at the moment.). Just so very glad you post when you can. Thank you!