Title: What I Found at the Warehouse
Summary: Jack Harkness has had a bad day but what he didn't expect was a last minute call out and a surprise when the man of his dreams Ianto Jones, literally drops into his life.
Warnings: Slight Torture mentioned, but of nudity.
Spoilers: TW season 2’s Fragments and slight Doctor Who: Army of Ghosts and Doomsday.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who. But a girl can dream.
Authors Notes: I wrote this in about two and a half days so please forgive me if it’s a little disjointed. I have an idea for a sequel that I might do at a later date if anyone is interested. This is written for the Alternate Ianto Halloween Challenge on longliveianto
This is written as a oneshot but I will have to post in several parts.
What I Found at the Warehouse
“Jack, I’m getting minor rift activity at an abandoned warehouse in Splott.”
Tosh’s voice came clear through his earpiece and he cursed. He’d had a tiring day, had a meeting with Yvonne Hartman that had gone so badly he’d driven straight back to Cardiff after instead of staying the night as he’d planned. Rest hadn’t come when he’d gotten home either, there’d been two weevil alerts, one he’d handled himself and the other was being sorted by Owen and Suzie, with Tosh coordinating. He was just on his way back after spending an hour chasing a weevil around Bute Park, he had nothing in the boot to show for his troubles and now Tosh was calling with another problem. It was a very bad day.
“I’ll handle it Tosh, no need to call Owen and Suzie back. When they’re finished with their own Weevil problem send them home and you get out of there too. You can’t live at the hub you know, my bed isn’t big enough for two.”
She laughed lightly but agreed to his unstated orders. His new team hadn’t been with him long but they all knew that when Jack said he’d handle it alone, then he meant it. He was the only one who could take the risks he did and he had to keep that secret, he didn't fancy having to retcon his team so soon after forming it.
The drive to the warehouse took roughly half an hour. He pulled up outside and surveyed it, double checking the co-ordinates Tosh had given him. He sighed in relief, luckily it was the smallest warehouse in the area. One or two offices and one large storage area that he knew from previous experience wasn’t divided into smaller sections. Which meant it would be a lot quicker to find the thing, whatever it was, as long as it hadn’t gone walkies.
He checked the offices first, nothing. Not a creature or item to be seen, which meant it whatever it was, was playing hide and seek in the much larger room.
Mentally moaning to himself that he had no luck, Jack Harkness headed into the dark but surprisingly clean former warehouse. He was surprised to see all the debris and brick-a-brack that had collected there over the years was missing and that a mattress had been pulled into a corner and piled with ratty blankets.
But he still couldn’t see anything.
Until he looked up.
And there it was, perched on a steel girder and watching him with intelligent eyes. At a guess he’d say it was male but he wasn’t sure, not knowing much about dinosaur anatomy, it being one of the subjects he hadn’t paid attention to at the Time Agency.
It was beautiful, a soft gray colour that actually in some weird coincidence matched the colour of his Greatcoat.
“Hey there, do you wanna come down? I promise I won’t hurt you.” He asked in a reassuring tone.
It just looked at him as if he was an idiot. Jack didn't know how he could read a dinosaur’s expression but this one was clearly indicating it thought he was stupid.
Deciding to try something else he made those stupid clicking noises with his tongue, the kind people used to call their pets to them while their pets just sat and stared. Probably laughing their asses off.
This one took no notice either, all it did was shift from foot to foot on its perch.
In fact, he wasn’t sure but he could swear it was actually almost laughing at him. Huh, he’d been kidding before but he could swear this one was actually doing it.
He patted down his pockets, he knew he had that Weevil tranq somewhere. Ah there it was ... and a bar of chocolate. He’d been meaning to eat that in the meeting and piss off Yvonne but instead she’d pissed him off and he’d forgotten all about it.
He pulled it out now, the creature did look hungry after all.
The act of reaching into his pocket had set it off squawking but it stopped when he opened the wrapper. It was almost like it recognised the sound of a food wrapper rustling but that was silly, even though it was a foreign smell it probably just recognised the smell of food.
It leaned forward on its perch and Jack slowly held his hand out, letting it see the chocolate.
It took another minute or so before it actually moved, it glided down slowly. Coming to a graceful stop a few metres away.
Close up it was absolutely massive. It’s head easily a metre long, which it cocked from side to side like a giant chicken. Regarding him intently. It seemed to take a very long look at the hand in his pocket, the one holding the tranq at the ready. It was almost like it knew what he was going to do. It paused a moment, seeming to consider its options, before out of nowhere it lunged for the chocolate and had it in its beak before he could blink.
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