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Fic: Stolen Hope 12/?

Title: Stolen Hope 12/?
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Very vague mentions of sex, some coarse language, terrible pick up lines and Owen being crabby
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, slight Owen/Tosh later on.
Summary: Hope is a powerful emotion and in some corners of the galaxy, hope is a delicacy. Where has the alien from the crash site gone and just what does Ianto and a Jubilee Pizza delivery girl have to do with all this?
Chapter summary: In which Ianto isn't drunk at all.
Previous chapters: Can be found here

A/N: First, this is a wee bitty late, I'm going to be the girl who cries exams on that one and second this is a bit short, mainly because it's the link between the middle and the end and I hate writing this bit. But, still, enjoy and I'll get to writing the next chapter, on time... Honest.

Jack had found over the years that usually when someone is punched in the face there is a good deal of noise. There's the sickening but often rather satisfying crunch of nasal cartilage crumpling below his fist along with the usual dull thud of impact and the screams, yells or wails of pain or growls or roars of rage. This time however, there was none of that, Ianto just dropped to the floor, his facial features still a perfect, expressionless mask.

Pulling the sleeve of his coat back, Jack keyed a command into his wrist-strap and waited a moment. The crumpled form of Ianto on the floor flickered, like a TV image with interference then vanished, revealing a very familiar figure. Long, graceful limbs and greyish, translucent skin. The alien had clearly not been expecting him to hit it.

“Rule one of disguises,” Jack said conversationally as he hauled it upright. “Choose a disguise you can wear convincingly, humans have faces that they use remember? Rule two, never disguise yourself as a lover, it just never works.”

He waited for a reply that didn't come.

“Oh. You're unconscious... I suppose being all brains has it's downsides huh?”

Then a sickening clarity settled on him, draining away the smug triumph and adrenaline coursing through him. If the alien was here... Where the hell was Ianto? He stared at the strange, beautiful creature he held. It hadn't killed him had it? He looked around the room. No signs of struggle, no ominous shape slumped in any of the corners... He awkwardly dragged the Acherite around with him like a child with an oversized teddy bear as he checked each room, each distressingly lacking Ianto.

He shrugged his coat off and slung it over the alien and stowed it in the back of the SUV, his expression grim. Then he sent the SUV hurtling forwards with a squeal of rubber on tarmac as he raced back to the Hub, the first spatters of rain hitting the windows. He didn't know how long he had before the alien came to and he didn't want to be stuck in an enclosed space when it did. Thankfully the creature didn't stir once the entire way.

“What the fuck is that?” Owen asked loudly when the door rolled back and Jack staggered in with the Acherite still concealed under his coat.

“It's our alien,” Jack said shortly, grunting as he hauled it up the stairs. “Help me get it to a cell.”

With Owen's help the Acherite was soon lying sprawled across the floor of one of the cells. Jack pressed a finger to his earpiece, not taking his eyes off the creature.

“Tosh, I want you to disable the circuits, think you can do it?”

“Sure, it won't take a moment to block the signals... And... Done.”

“Thanks Tosh.”

“Not a problem.”

He ended the communication and moved closer to the glass, leaning one arm on it and gazing thoughtfully inside. On closer inspection, the Acherite was female, it didn't have the distinctive horns protruding from its skull that the males of its species possessed. Her flesh was an interesting blue-grey. The rebels he had found himself with had all been a pale shade of green, their bone structure much bulkier and less delicate. This one was a member of the Imperial Elite then. He'd only seen them from a distance or after they were dead.

But what was she doing here?

“Kind of pretty isn't it?” Owen said softly from beside him. Jack had forgotten he was there.

“She,” Jack said, stepping away from the glass. “And don't be fooled, they're a cold-hearted bunch.”

“You said,” Owen sniffed. “Where's the Teaboy then?”


Owen stared at him, the colour draining from his face. “What?”

“He isn't dead,” Jack said hurriedly. “He's just gone, I found her in his house pretending to be him. One of those chameleon circuits Tosh was raving about.”


Jack nodded. Shit indeed. He was mildly surprised that he wasn't in there prodding her with a pointy stick until she woke up and he could shout at her. He could feel the scared and the panic and the anger boiling away inside him but a cold rage was keeping them all locked up to be unleashed later when he needed them. How dare she lay a finger on Ianto? How dare she have the gall to think she could pretend to be him and that he wouldn't notice?

“Call the others,” Jack said tersely. “We've got to find Ianto.”

“And Tasha,” Owen added.

“Yeah, her too.”

Jack was out the door and halfway up the stairs before Owen could say anything more. So the doctor settled for rolling his eyes and dashing after him, giving the figure on the floor of the cell a wary backward glance.

“Okay girls, Ianto has gone missing. Tosh, I want CCTV footage of Ianto's place, Gwen check and see if there's been any sightings of Tasha logged by the police.”

Owen sat down and watched as the girls sprang into action, eyes glued to the monitors. Jack stood behind them, arms crossed and watched, waiting for something, anything to show up that would point them in the right direction.

“Nothing so far,” Gwen called back.

Tosh also reported a negative. The cameras positioned on the street had all shorted out earlier on that day and were still offline, no doubt due to their friend down in the cells. Jack pressed his lips together and nodded stiffly. Then he turned on his heel and strode back down to the cells.

He leaned against the wall opposite the Acherite's cell and waited. For ages it seemed like she wouldn't wake, that perhaps his punch had somehow completely scrambled her, perhaps she was even in a coma. But just as he was about to give up and go back upstairs, she stirred.

She got up slowly, looking around the tiny cell, running her long fingers over the walls. She froze when she spotted him, crouching back against the wall.

Jack gave a thin smile. “Hi.”

“Harkness,” she spat.

Jack grimaced. “Ugh. I'd forgotten you speak telepathically. You know, I never liked communicating like that. It's too hard to sort out what you're thinking and what you're saying.”

The alien hissed, but said nothing else.

“So, what brings you to this side of town?” Jack asked conversationally, pushing off the wall and moving closer. “Have you made any friends? Tasha's a nice girl, very sweet, and Ianto, well, he's certainly something isn't he?”

“Get to your point.”

Jack laughed softly, then his face hardened and he bared his teeth in a snarl. “Where are they?”

To his surprise, the Acherite just laughed, the sound like tinkling crystal in his head. She pulled herself up to her full height and drifted slowly towards him, reaching out and touching the glass.

“They're... Safe. But I don't really want to talk about them, Harkness,” she said.

“Tell me where they are, or I get my friend upstairs to short out all those pretty little circuits. Ever smelt fried brains before? It isn't appetising.”

She tilted her head to one side. “Empty threats. Anyway, it's been a long time. I thought we could catch up first.”

Jack frowned. “I have no idea who you are. Quit messing me around and tell me where they are.”

“You don't? You mean, you really didn't know any of us?” The alien sounded surprised. “Leeal didn't tell you at all then.”

“Tell me what?”

“Who you murdered.”

Jack stepped back, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried desperately to recall what had happened all those years ago back on Acheron but it had been so long ago and he'd been controlled, hardly aware of who he was, let alone what he was doing. One moment he'd been in the forest, the next he was lying on the floor of the palace with only moments to live. What had happened in the time between?

“I am Shaal, true heir to the imperial throne of Acheron. You killed my father Jack Harkness. You killed my mother. You let bloodthirsty rebels take my homeland and destroy it. The Imperial Family of Acheron is all but gone,” Shaal said, coolly, as if she were discussing the weather with him. “Months later I find you protecting an empire. You're nothing more than a filthy mercenary.”

“Months?” Jack asked, then realised. “Ah. Yeah, relative time... Right.”

“I came here to make you pay for all you took from me.”

“Good luck doing that from in there,” Jack said angrily, beginning to pull himself back together.

Then to his surprise, all the circuits embedded in Shaal's body suddenly began to blink again, all apparently back on line. Jack quickly tapped his earpiece and tried to get through to Tosh, but all he got was static. Shaal had cut the communications. The next thing he saw was the alien casually open the door step out of her cell. He backed away slowly and tried the earpiece again. Still nothing.

“Hope is a powerful emotion,” she said. “Little Tasha, your lover, I believe you called him earlier, both so hopeful. He's dying Harkness. The energy is being sapped out of his body and he doesn't even realise.”

“What have you done?” Jack shouted, reaching for his pistol, but he was too late. Shaal reached out and touched him gently on his shoulder.

Then the world gave a sickening lurch and he was plunging into darkness.

Upstairs the alarms had begun to sound. Owen and Gwen were charging, guns pulled down to the cells. They had seen the alien walk right out of the cell, shortly afterwards the communications network had gone down, along with the computers and several random pieces of alien tech. Tosh hadn't been able to get a picture of what was going on and had stayed behind to try and get the computers working again.

They hurled the door open and were confronted with the sight of their alien visitor gently laying Jack down on the floor. It jumped and snapped its head up when they crashed in, but made no move to flee.

“No need to worry,” the alien said sweetly. “He isn't dead, not yet.”

“What did you do to him?” Gwen asked, panic seeping into her voice. Even knowing that Jack couldn't die, it was still frightening to see him lying prone on the floor.

“I've only put him to sleep. He'll need his rest if he wants to find the girl and his poor lover before it's too late.”

Before either Gwen or Owen had time to react, the alien had vanished.

Owen gritted his teeth and turned to Gwen. “All this alien junk we pick up and use, but we still can't make our base teleport proof.”

“Shut up Owen,” Gwen said shortly. “Let's get Jack upstairs, then we'll... I don't know, we'll try and figure it all out.”


Ianto came back to consciousness slowly. He stared at the inside of his eyelids and immediately wished he hadn't woken up. He wasn't a heavy drinker by nature. He knew his limits and to avoid spirits at all costs, so he wasn't particularly accustomed to hangovers. So the pounding in his head and sickly swell of nausea in his belly had him floored for a moment. He shifted uncomfortably, it was cold and the rough surface at his back was scraping him through his shirt.

He groaned. He didn't remember drinking anything... God, he hadn't been overdosed again had he?

His eyes few open and he was met with a bleak, foggy landscape. He could only see a few feet in front of him, the dampness of the mist beading on his clothes and in his hair. He tried to stand up but was instantly jerked back. He was tied firmly to whatever it was behind him. Craning around he was confronted with the words 'This obelisk marks the spot where the body of Tommy Jones aged 5 was found...'

Ianto stared blankly at it. He was on Pen y Fan, tied to Tommy Jones' Obelisk.

“Well,” he said to nobody in particular. “This is just brilliant.”


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 17th, 2011 09:52 am (UTC)
Shaal, I'm going to beat your brainy arse!
Nov. 18th, 2011 11:07 am (UTC)
Oh wow, that made me laugh so hard
Nov. 17th, 2011 12:11 pm (UTC)
That's not good....and what is Ianto wearing? Not much, eh?

I will help lilferret in kicking this brainy arse!
Nov. 17th, 2011 06:31 pm (UTC)

So, Shaal is out to avenge her family's death and did something hinky to Jack to escape. I wonder where she's headed next. But, the bigger question, why is Ianto out in the elements? Hopefully, the team will find him soon. Lovely update!
Nov. 18th, 2011 05:11 pm (UTC)
This Shaal b@&*h is really beginning to grate on me. I think maybe Jack needed to have done a bit more research on her to see what she was capable of before bringing her into the Hub. They're lucky she didn't do more extensive damage to the Hub.

So now we know Ianto is alive and where he is, but how is the energy being sapped from him as he sits tied to the obelisk? And where is Tasha?

Nasty, evil Acherite!
Dec. 9th, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
great chapter
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