Title: The Lost Son 9/17
Pairing: Pre-Jack/Ianto, Jack/OMC
Rating: Teen- dark themes, sexual mentions.
Spoilers: Mild for COE (background information)
Summary: “Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.” Oscar Wilde.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: This is a sequel to Blue Moon’s Child. You might get a bit confused if you haven’t read that one before this one! I’ll be posting this once a day until it is finished. Special thanks go to czarina_kitty for being such a wonderful Beta. Comments please!
Jack was following some odd readings. He drove slowly, following them out of the city. They didn’t look dangerous, just odd, interesting. Jack liked interesting.
He found his way to a quiet country lane. He knew the area a little. There was some sort of hospital around here. Jack had escorted some rather damaged people there over the years.
But he was a little way away from that place. He stopped the SUV and got out. The signal was strongest here. He considered the pattern of the signal on his scanner. It seemed familiar somehow. He tried to cast his mind back but there were too many years to think about.
He took a few more steps, rounded a hedge and suddenly there was that boy again, the one Jack kept running into. Jack felt like grabbing him, manhandling him into the SUV and running a battery of tests on him. He looked down at the boy. His eyes were wide and wet. He was standing in one spot, shifting from foot to foot and murmuring.
“It’s gone, it’s all gone, too far away, can’t get it back.”
Jack gripped the boy firmly by his shoulder. “Can you hear me?”
The boy stared up at him. “Help me, please, help. Need to get home.” Pleading blue eyes gazed up at Jack. “Please.”
Jack didn’t think about it. He took hold of the boy by his upper arm. “You come with me. I’ll help you.”
He guided the boy into the SUV and sat him down. The boy still had that dazed look he’d had the other times Jack had met him. Jack wanted to know what was going on.
He got back in the driver’s seat and he suddenly didn’t know what to do. He had a kid in his car, a kid he kept seeing around everywhere, a kid he somehow knew. And this kid had a weird dazed look in his eyes and wouldn’t answer his questions. Was he really going to have to take this young lad back to the hub, imprison him and inflict a long series of tests on him? It didn’t seem right.
Suddenly, Jack noticed that the boy was holding something in his lap. It was a blue orb and it seemed to shine at him, creating an aura around him. Jack didn’t believe in auras but he knew there was more to the world than what he could see.
Jack’s memories cleared as he looked at the orb. He’d met this boy before, learned how his orb protected him.
“Your name is Ianto, isn’t it?”
The boy blinked at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know me, Ianto?”
“Yeah, I keep seeing you whenever I…” He stopped and looked away. “What am I doing in your car?”
“I’m taking you home. You wanted to go home, right?”
“Something you want to talk about?”
“No. Nothing.” Ianto glanced briefly at him, frowning suspiciously.
“Okay. This may sound like an odd question, but have you noticed anything weird lately? Anything you can't explain?”
“I…no. Don’t think so.”
“Well, if you think of anything…Or if you need someone to talk to…” He dug in his pocket and brought out his card with his phone number on it. He passed it to Ianto. “You can call me.”
Ianto eyed the card, then took it and shoved it in his pocket. He didn’t say anything.
“Right, so where do you live?”
Ianto gave the address in a flat voice. Jack started driving. He remembered driving this kid home before, with him unconscious in the passenger seat. Now, he might as well have been unconscious for all he said to Jack. From the moment Jack began to drive, Ianto fell silent and just stared out of the side window.
He rang the doorbell of Ianto’s house and the door opened. Mr Jones, a weary-faced man, grunted in greeting.
“What’s he done this time?” he asked, looking at Ianto.
Jack frowned. “Nothing.”
Iestyn glared at Ianto and gestured behind him. “Get in the house.”
Ianto risked half a glance at Jack, then disappeared into the house.
Jack frowned. “He seems like a good kid.”
Iestyn scoffed. “You don’t know the half of it. You have a son?”
Jack shifted. That was a difficult subject. “Not anymore.”
Iestyn tutted. “Maybe you’re better off. Mine causes me nothing but trouble.” He shut the door on Jack.
Frowning, Jack returned to his car, determined to keep an eye on Ianto Jones from then on.