Title: The Lost Son 17/17
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. Thank you all for reading! Stay tuned for more fics coming soon including some more epic plot!fics. Comments please!
Jack felt weary as he returned to the team. He was here again, faced with having to retcon this boy yet again. There was something about the boy. A sort of potential, buried somewhere beneath the attitude.
The team were waiting for him.
Alex stepped forward. “Jack, you know what we’ve got to do.”
Jack folded his arms and nodded. “Retcon him and send him home.”
Alex scoffed. “Jack, you know we can’t do that. This is the second time he’s been here. You said yourself he broke through the retcon from last time and he’s clearly susceptible to alien possession.”
Jack glared at him. “He’s not been possessed. A lost alien child hid in the mind of a lost human boy. Neither of them tried to hurt anybody.”
“We can’t let that boy leave here alive,” snarled Maggie.
Jack met her eyes. “You’d have to kill me first.” He smirked. “We could be here for a very long time.”
Alex sighed. “Jack, we can’t let him go out into the world knowing what he knows.”
“Then we retcon him,” Jack said firmly.
“We could keep him here in the cells,” suggested Alex.
“No, I won’t have that. We need to retcon him and let him go.”
Alex drew himself up. “Are you in charge now, Jack?”
Jack sighed. “Listen, Alex. You trust me. You’ve always trusted me. Retconning him is the only way. If you kill him or keep him here, you’ll have to retcon a lot of people out there. He has family, friends, teachers. They’ll notice if he goes missing.”
“I will not let you kill him or confine him. He’s just a kid and he hasn’t done anything wrong.”
“I agree with Jack,” said Elaeth, coming to stand beside him. “We have to retcon him and let him go. It’s the only thing to do.”
Alex sighed and turned away. “Fine. But you deal with him, Jack. He’s your responsibility. I don’t want anything to do with it.”
He turned and walked off towards his office.
Maggie stared open mouthed after him, then glared at Jack. “If something happens because of that boy, it’s your fault.”
Jack returned her look. “I’ll accept full responsibility.” He turned. “Come on, Elaeth, you can help me. We’ll retcon him and give him false memories to cover his lost time.”
Ianto sat on the floor, hugging his knees and sobbing. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting here, crying. Da always told him real men didn’t cry but here and now, he was about to get killed. Maybe even his Da would cry if he killed.
Jack came back into the cell with Elaeth. Ianto raised his head and watched Jack. Ianto’s eyes fixed on the gun Jack wore in his holster.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” he whispered.
Jack unlocked the door and stepped inside. “No, trust me. We’re not going to hurt you.”
Ianto scrambled to his feet and backed away. “That’s what you said last time.”
“And last time I let you go, which is what I’m going to do now.”
Ianto shook his head. “No, you put me in the chair. You hurt me. You took my mam away.”
Jack stepped closer. “I didn’t take her away. She’s still with you. Remember?”
Ianto put his hand in his pocket and brought out the orb. It was glowing faintly. “She’s with me.”
“Yes and if I were going to hurt you, she’d stop me, like last time. Remember?”
Ianto closed his eyes. “I want to go home,” he whispered.
Jack stepped closer and put his arm around his shoulders. “We’re going to take you home.” He glanced behind him at Elaeth. “You got it?”
Elaeth came forward. Ianto found a drink being held to his lips. He pulled away. “No. I don’t want it.”
Jack fixed him with a look. “You need to drink this before we let you go home.”
Ianto swallowed, feeling the tears choke him again. Jack’s arm was strong around him and he knew he couldn’t escape from him.
“Drink it, Ianto,” Jack insisted.
Slowly, Ianto opened his mouth and Elaeth tipped the drink into his mouth. Ianto swallowed and felt his eyes drifting shut.
He heard Jack whispering to him but he couldn’t make out his words. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. He couldn’t feel anything. He felt dizzy. Jack’s whispering seemed to surround him, going right inside him until his unheard words were all there was in Ianto’s world.
His last thought before he slipped into unconsciousness was that he wanted his Da.
“Is he going to be all right?” Elaeth asked. They’d carried Ianto up through the levels and back to the SUV. Together, they’d lifted him up into the passenger seat.
Jack buckled Ianto’s seat belt. “He’ll be fine, as soon as I get him home to his dad.”
He kissed Elaeth. “Thanks for backing me up in there.”
Elaeth smiled. “Well you were right. Go on, take him home. You can thank me properly later.”
Jack grinned and kissed him again. “It’s a date!”
He got in the car and drove away from Elaeth. He’d made the suggestion to Ianto’s subconscious of memories to cover his lost time. He didn’t know whether the retcon would hold this time but it was a risk he would have to take.
He drove to the Jones’ house. Iestyn Jones opened the door, his face pale and the shadows heavy under his eyes. Ianto was coming to, enough to stand, leaning against Jack in a daze.
“Ianto?” Iestyn said, his voice hoarse.
Jack held out his hand. “Mr Jones, good to see you again.”
Iestyn took the hand and shook it briefly. His eyes never left Ianto. “What’s wrong with my son?” he breathed.
“Ianto’s been ill, I’m afraid, for a while. He collapsed near my place of work. He’s been treated and after he’s had a little rest, he’ll be as fit as ever.”
Iestyn reached out and brought Ianto close in a hug. Ianto was too dazed to respond.
“What sort of illness?”
“An infection, brought on by stress. Knocked his hormones all out of whack, I’m afraid. He probably hasn’t been himself for some time. But not to worry. He’s perfectly fine now.”
Iestyn seemed lost for words. It wasn’t surprising really, with the chemical now seeping into his skin from the handshake. It wouldn’t harm him, just make him a little more likely, for just a few minutes, to believe Jack’s every word.
“Thank you, Sir,” Iestyn said. “For looking after my son.”
Jack nodded. “Not a problem. He’s a good kid.”
Iestyn smiled. “He has a knack for getting into trouble, like his old man.” He gave Jack a final nod, then shut the door.
Jack returned to the hub. He needed to be with Elaeth now.
Ianto felt weird. He was being carried up stairs, strong arms around him. He felt safe. He opened his eyes and looked up. His Da’s face floated above him. His Da was carrying him to his bedroom.
“You’ve been ill, lad.”
“Yes and I’m taking you straight to bed.” They went inside Ianto’s bedroom and Iestyn laid him down on the bed and took his shoes and jacket off.
“You need to rest, boy. You hear me?”
Ianto rubbed his nose into the soft pillow. “Yeah.” He kept his eyes closed. He’d stayed out late, hadn’t he? Da would be cross with him.
“I was worried about you,” Iestyn whispered. “After you called and I…No more staying out late. Got it?” His voice went hard and tight.
Ianto bit his lip. Da was cross.
His Da reached out and cupped Ianto’s head. “Your mam’s gone and now Rhiannon’s gone too. She’s starting her own life. She’s old enough now. I think…well, Ianto we’ve just got each other now, right? We’ve got to look after each other a bit.”
Ianto, still biting his lip, opened his eyes and looked at his Da. Da’s expression was soft. Ianto nodded.
“Yeah, okay, Da. I’ll try.”
Iestyn tousled his son’s hair roughly. “Good lad. When you’re better, we’ll go the pictures or something, yeah? For your birthday.”
Ianto smiled. “Yeah.”
Da pulled the covers over Ianto, then got up.
At the door, he paused. Ianto watched him and realised his eyes were on the thick belt still hanging on the back of the door.
Ianto swallowed. He’d been bad enough to earn that spanking. He screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t want it. He wanted his Da to carry on being nice and gentle, looking after him.
There was a long silence, then a click. Ianto opened his eyes. His Da was gone and so was the belt.
Ianto smiled and burrowed down in his quilt to sleep.