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Well here is Chapter 4 as promised! Hopefully a nice wee Christmas gift for you!

Title:
What I did on my Suspension
Beta: The amazing, wonderful and fabulous [info]jooles34
Characters: Ianto/OMC, mentions of Ianto/Lisa, Ianto/OFC and Janto
Words: 3106
Rating,Warnings: I'm bad with ratings, urm, possibly PG ish. One rude word. This is a flashback chapter tho :-)
Disclaimer:Whilst I do claim to own my ocs, I don't own the world or characters of Torchwood, but they all play so well together that it would be mean to split them up!
Summary: Ianto decides to use his suspension to reconnect with himself
Spoilers: None
that I can think of. Unless you've never seen TW or Who.

Comments are love and make me blush very much *grin*

Also, if anyone can think of lj comms where I can pimp this in the new year, that would be rather super!


Ianto slumped in the car and tried to ignore both the scenery and the destination. He was not looking forward to this at all. His stomach lurched, whether it was nerves or the way the car was rolling, he wasn’t sure. Lucca made Jack’s driving look positively sedate. Ianto wondered idly if this was a Time Agent thing; though he couldn’t remember being in a car when it wasn’t Lucca or Jack driving, so it probably wasn’t a fair comparison. Having said that, Lucca’s driving was worse than usual and the litany of curses was getting more imaginative. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Lucca was nervous.

Lucca was nervous; he’d known this was coming ever since he’d had the text message. He’d left a note as She had been on the phone to the Farm-boy. Something had happened, something big, he never usually called and she never usually got that serious. Add in the demand for Ianto’s presence and the fact that the last time they were all together it had ended badly, really badly and it did not look good. He swore loudly as he got stuck behind another slow moving idiot. Mashing the gears, he swung his car around the other vehicle and forced his way through.

Ianto looked over with concern. “You ok?”

“Just peachy,” Lucca said through gritted teeth, forcing the car to do something it didn’t want to judging by the grinding noise coming from the gearbox.

“How bad is it going to be?”

“No idea.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

“She was on the phone to Jack when I left.”

“Oh.”

Ianto looked over at Lucca; it was time to tell him. He’d hoped to do this in neutral territory, somewhere they could discuss things calmly, not in a mobile steel box filled with a highly flammable material, but obviously that wasn’t to be.

“Lucca, can you pull over please? There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Do I have to? We’ve got 10 minutes to get there, and unless this fucking arsehole wanker gets a move on, WE are going to be late. COCK!”

“It would probably be best. It’s pretty big, and I don’t want us getting into an accident because you lose concentration.”

“Sweetie, if I can keep concentration whilst driving and having your mouth round my cock, I can take whatever you throw at me.”

“You nearly hit three people and a tree! Please Lucca, this is really big. I need you to listen and not kill us. Please.”

Ianto twisted in his seat and looked at Lucca who glanced over. Seeing the expression on Ianto’s face he sighed, nodded, pulled over into a side street and put the hazards on.

“Ok, spill, what’s so important that it’s going to make us late?”

Ianto looked at his hands; this was harder than four days ago. Then the CyberLisa had been there, and trying to kill them all and there was no ignoring it. Now he had to tell his….friend? Lover? Boyfriend? Ex? All of the above? A secret that he had kept from him, kept from all of them, which would hurt him and possibly change their relationship forever. It was bad enough knowing that he had probably alienated his colleagues and ensured that the burgeoning relationship with the Captain was over before it had really had a chance to get going. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to see the closed expression on Lucca’s face and the fact that they would never be this close again. But he knew he had to do it because Lucca would never forgive him for not telling him. He took a deep breath and started.

“You know how when I was back, I said that Lisa had died at Canary Wharf? Well while that was technically correct, I wasn’t telling the whole truth.”

He sighed again and looked up at Lucca. There was nothing but concern in his eyes. Lucca caught the anguish in Ianto’s face, reached over and squeezed Ianto’s hand, their traditional “I’m here, its ok” gesture. Ianto inwardly laughed, it was never going to be ok again. He drew another breath and slowly, haltingly, explained what had happened. How he had got Lisa out of Canary Wharf and kept her alive until he managed to get Jack to hire him “Nice tip about the pterradon by the way”; keeping her hidden from the team and everything up to the events of four days ago. Apart from a startled “WHAT!” when Ianto confessed to protecting a cyberman, Lucca had been completely silent throughout. Ianto worried at his lip and finally looked up to meet Lucca’s eyes. He saw compassion shimmering in the green depths.

“Why did you do it Ianto?”

It was the one question that no one had asked him. They’d all assumed it was for love, the actual reason was a lot less noble.

“It was my fault,” he said simply, his voice small. “The day it happened, I’d called her into the 6th floor break-room to dump her. I couldn’t cope with the relationship, I couldn’t be what she wanted or needed and I had no intention of changing. Thing was, she’d been due to go down to the reception desk to relieve Chloe for lunch. I stopped her, dumped her, she ran out crying and the world went to shite. If she’d been on reception, she would have got out, Chloe did. I was totally responsible.”

“No you weren’t. You have lousy luck with timing and you are responsible for the aftermath, but the actual conversion? Nah, not your fault. You could never have predicted that attack. Hell, we didn’t predict it and that’s what we are here for! Now we need to get our arses handed to us by my cousin and the sooner we get there, the sooner we can sort this.” And with that Lucca slammed the car into gear and set off for the headquarters of Torchwood Four.

Ten minutes later the car screeched to a halt in front of an unassuming semi in the suburbs. Lucca turned to Ianto who had been silent for the remaining part of the journey.

“You ok? You can do this you know. I’ll be there with you, all the way.”

Ianto looked up, gratitude shining in his eyes and Lucca dropped a quick kiss to his lips.

“Come on Ianto, let’s face the music.”

Lucca climbed out of the car and started off towards the house. He was halfway down the path when he realised that there hadn’t been a second door shutting. Turning back, he saw Ianto was still slumped in the car, very pale with a light sheen of sweat covering his face. Lucca pulled the handle and caught Ianto as he fell through the now open car door in another dead faint.

“That’s the second time today, sweetie; this is becoming a habit.”

Lucca lifted Ianto easily and carried him up the path, noting again how light he was.

“Oh Ianto,” he muttered, “what have you been doing to yourself?”

Ianto murmured and snuggled into Lucca’s chest, enabling Lucca to use his keys to get into the porch. He dropped a kiss onto the top of Ianto’s head absently and stepped into the porch which began to glow red.

“Damn,” Lucca growled as he tried to juggle Ianto, keys and go rooting through his pockets. In reality there was no way he could do everything.

The adjoining door opened and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway.

“Do you need a hand?” the figure asked.

Lucca looked up into a pair of green eyes that were almost identical to his own.

“Could you take him? I can’t get stripped down and hold him.”

The figure stepped down into the porch. It was a slim woman, about 5’9” with short red hair and pale skin, dressed in a pair of close fitting trousers, an oversized sweater and over-the-knee boots with killer heels.

“Pass him here,” she said, holding out her arms and taking the unconscious man easily from Lucca. “How long has he been out?”

“About two minutes; it’s the second time he’s passed out today.”

Lucca was currently divesting himself of a number of weapons now that he had two free hands. A set of throwing knives and two small pulse pistols were dropped into a small silver box marked ‘Lucca’. Finally he pulled a knife from each boot and dropped them on top of the collection with a clatter. He put the lid back on the box and slid it into a wall unit made up of similar small boxes. As soon as it slid into place, the light in the porch turned blue and the windows that had darkened when the red light shone now returned to clear.

“He’s clean?” The disbelief was evident in her voice.

“Told you, I’m worried about him.”

“I’ll take him up to his room, and then we can talk about it all. I presume he’s told you?”

Lucca nodded and exhaled loudly. “Do you want me to take him?”

“Nah, it’s ok. He weighs next to nothing. When was the last time he ate?”

“No idea, and you should see the bruises. Some of them are a lot older than four days.” Lucca exhaled again and ran his fingers through his hair. “Can we fix this?”

The woman looked at the sleeping man in her arms and then up at the face of her cousin. She suddenly felt very old; this was why she’d arranged the transfer for Ianto and why she kept them all separate from Jack. But once a commander, always a commander.

“We can try,” she said decisively. “Now come on, inside.”

“Thanks Cat.” Lucca dropped a quick kiss on his cousin’s cheek. “Love you.” And he bounded into the house.

“You too kiddo,” Cat sighed and followed him, taking care with the young man in her arms.

Stepping into the warm hall, Cat got a better hold on Ianto and carried him up the stairs. Turning on the landing, she walked to the third door on the left and opened it with her hip. She lay Ianto on the bed and stripped him efficiently, wincing as she saw the extent of the bruising, most of which were going yellow. Sighing heavily, she tucked him in and quickly hung up his clothes on wooden hangers.

“Oh kiddo, when was the last time you looked after yourself?”

Ianto mumbled something and snuggled down into the bed. Cat froze, waiting to see if he woke. When he didn’t, she softly let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and kissed him lightly on the forehead. Frowning slightly at the elevated temperature and the pallor to the skin, she made a mental note to ask him about food and sleep when he was ready. Passing out twice in one day was highly unusual for Ianto and, like Lucca, she was getting concerned.

She found Lucca in the kitchen, head in the fridge, rummaging for nibbles. She slumped into a chair leaning on the breakfast bar and sighed heavily. Lucca pulled his head out of the fridge and gazed at his cousin.

“It’s not your fault you know,” he said “You are not responsible, and I am having the biggest déjà vu moment ever.”

“Really?” She looked up, weariness and worry etched onto her face “I sent him there; I encouraged him to explore new experiences. I refused to see him when he came back to Cardiff. Maybe if I hadn’t been so caught up in old arguments and old roles, I could have helped, I could have stopped it.”

Lucca came round to her and hugged her tightly. “No you couldn’t. You know what he’s like. He didn’t tell me anything either, only that he needed to get into Three, that he wanted things to calm down before seeing you. He had us both fooled. And after all, he did learn from the best.”

Cat smiled ruefully. “What are we going to do with him?”

“What did the Farm-boy say?”

“Well he still doesn’t know about our ‘involvement’. I’m guessing he still doesn’t bother reading personnel files, or our Ianto’s archive skills are very good.” Cat rolled her eyes. “He wanted to use me as a sounding board. Ianto’s still got a job there; it was the one thing we agreed on.”

“But…?”

“But as Ianto is on four weeks suspension, he’s talking about bugging his flat to see if there are any other secrets lurking.”

“Which doesn’t help us.”

“No.”

“So…?”

“I’ve put him off that idea, but agreed with the suspension and said that we could always keep an eye on him.”

Lucca’s head shot up.

“How the hell did you manage that? He’s bound to unearth our history, especially if he starts checking things out following that suggestion.”

“Relax; I simply told him that it would be easier for us to monitor him as he doesn’t know us.” Cat smothered a laugh. “Also that it would do Ianto good to have friends who were outside of Three. He agreed and decided to let us handle it. My reputation for taking in strays didn’t hurt either.”

Lucca started to laugh. “You are brilliant, you know that?”

Cat gave a small bow, a smile tugging at her lips.

“I try, now you’d best tell me what he said, and then we can discuss how we are going to put our boy together again.”


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