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Three Homes, Two Jacks and a Ianto	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Crossovers Views: 1097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi all, this is another gem I'm porting across from ff.net. It's a crossover of stargate SG1 and Torchwood with Ianto as the main character. The thing on here wouldn't select another category so it's going under Stargate. Anyway it's slash which I also couldn't select in the warning list for some reason. I hope you like it, there will be Torchwood and Stargate bits in the story and will eventually involve some Atlantis. feel free to let me know what you think.
Prologue
Jack stood beside the coffin, his sad, blue eyes staring at nothing as the priest spoke words about heaven, eternal life, immortal souls…in other words lies. None of it was true, Jack knew that plenty well and he knew the young woman whose body was currently being laid to rest within the coffin had known it too. Still, this was what the family had wanted and who was he to argue? His blood may have run through the young woman's veins but it didn't give him the right to fight the family on the decision, they had no idea who he was after all.
He looked around himself, the dark glasses he wore hiding the sadness he felt from the rest of the people gathered for the service. He was saddened even more by the fact that he didn't recognise a single one of them. That was the burden of being him; he could help create life but he could never remain with the life he created, eventually he had to walk away, not for his own sake but for theirs. It really did people's heads in when they aged and he didn't.
The woman whose service he was currently attending was the last child he'd ever fathered and she would retain that title for eternity Jack was positive of it. He'd created her with a woman he'd loved so many years ago but had, of course, had to walk away from, as previously stated, for her own sake. He'd loved only one other since and just like everyone else he'd let that other person go. It had hurt him more than anything he'd ever done, but just like all the others, it was for his own good.
Ianto Jones. The name still hurt him and made him smile in equal measure. He'd never loved another like the Welshman and he was positive he never would. The very idea of even touching another human being turned his stomach and he'd found no comfort in another since he'd watched the young man walk away all those years ago.
He knew he shouldn't be thinking about Ianto today but he couldn't help it. He wondered where the other man was, what he was doing, whether he was still alive and living out a happy, normal life away from Torchwood. He wondered those things every day but he never had the guts to look the other man up and find out, mostly because he couldn't stand the idea of Ianto getting married and having a family without him and he was sure the other man was, he was sure Ianto was happy wherever he was now…he had to be, if he wasn't all the pain was for nothing and Jack couldn't stand that thought.
Ianto had to be happy, he just had to be.
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Ianto frowned at the envelope in his hand. The letter he'd just received didn't seem possible. He'd heard of the organisation responsible for sending it before but he'd never imagined them writing to him. Why would they? What reason did they have to look in his direction?
There was an authentic, military seal on the back of the envelope and the letter contained within looked authentic but still… He gave some thought to discarding it; after all it seemed crazy that an organisation like this one would be writing to him. At the same time however Ianto was more than a little curious to see what it said.
Figuring it couldn't hurt to find out Ianto unfolded the letter and began to read.
Dear Mr Jones,
On behalf of the military commander of this base, Brigadier General Jack O'Neill and the President of the United States, I would like to offer you a position within our organisation. General O'Neill is in need of an assistant to aid him in handling the immense work load he is currently undertaking and we feel that your experience in the area of alien technology, as well as your experience in handling the day to day affairs of Torchwood 3 make you uniquely qualified to undertake such a position.
Ianto raised an eyebrow in surprise. How did anyone else know what he did at Torchwood?
The letter went on to explain the tasks he would be required to perform as well as the confidentiality agreements and the like he'd be required to sign before finishing with details of whom to contact should he have any questions, a man named Walter, and lastly how much they were offering to pay him. Ianto blinked a few times at that last part, it was more than he was being paid at Torchwood, which was saying a lot, for a lot less work it seemed. It was quite a tempting offer really and Ianto would be a mad, crazy ass to pass it up.
Of course Ianto was a mad, crazy ass and he knew, without a moment's hesitation, that he wasn't going anywhere.
The offer may be tempting but not only would it mean moving to America and working for the military, it would mean leaving Torchwood, his responsibilities, Tosh, and most of all Jack. It didn't matter how tempting an offer was he would never leave Jack, the immortal man needed him and as much as Ianto would never admit it to anyone, he was completely in love with him.
He moved to shred the letter but decided it was something he should show Jack just so the 51st century man realised there were other organisations trying to steal his staff. With a grin lighting up his features as he thought about the look that would likely be on Jack's face when he showed the other man the contents of the letter Ianto headed down into the hub.
XX
It was two weeks later that found Ianto standing in Jack's office door, his mouth wide open in shock and tears threatening to spill down his face.
Two days ago a man named Armond had arrived from the 51st century looking for Jack. Apparently they were old friends and Jack had been thrilled to see him. Ianto hadn't asked about their past affiliation, he really didn't want to hear Jack tell him they'd slept together, but he was pretty sure he knew the answer anyway. He'd watched Jack carefully over the next couple of days to see if there was anything between the pair still, and for the most part he'd been pleased to say their relationship seemed fairly platonic.
It was anything but platonic now.
Jack had Armond splayed out over his desk, his hands wandering all over the other man's well muscled chest while he kissed him senseless.
Ianto knew he should turn around right now and leave the hub but he couldn't bring himself to move. He was so angry, so hurt and so upset that all he could do was stand there and stare at the sight before him. He'd known that Jack wasn't one for commitment when they'd first met but he'd thought the other man had been growing to care for him, that maybe he was more than a casual shag to Jack despite what Owen had always told him.
How could Jack do this to him? He knew what Ianto had been through, he knew how much this would hurt him, surely he did, how could he?
With that thought spurring on his anger Ianto marched over to the men and ripped Jack away by the back of his hair. Jack stumbled back, a look of shock on his face and Ianto didn't give him a moment to recover before he pulled his fist back and punched the immortal man as hard as he could. Jack fell hard on the ground and Ianto turned to face the other 51st century man who was looking at him in shock.
"Did you know that he was supposed to be with me?" He growled. "Did he tell you we were lovers? Answer me!" he roared when the other man just continued to stare at him in shock.
"Ianto, don't take it out on him," he heard Jack say and he turned to see the immortal man climbing to his feet. Ianto pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it at Jack.
"You stay there," he snarled, cocking the weapon so Jack knew he was serious about the warning before turning his attention back to Armond. "I'm only going to ask you one more time, did you know?" he snarled quietly but in a tone that only a complete moron would question.
After a few moments Armond nodded. "He said…that it was nothing, that you two were just shagging that there was nothing more to it. He…he said you knew how things were in the future…he said you understood," Armond replied shakily.
Tears burnt Ianto's eyes once more but he blinked them away before turning to glare at Jack. He turned the gun toward Armond and just as Jack opened his mouth to protest Ianto spoke. "Get out," he ordered in a soft snarl and Armond lingered only a moment longer before Ianto heard him flee from the room. As soon as he was gone Ianto turned the gun back on Jack. "Was I just a game to you? Something to pass the time?" he demanded quietly.
"Ianto-" Jack began but Ianto cut him off.
"No, I don't want to hear it, Captain," Ianto hissed the last word and he saw Jack flinch. "I never thought it would be possible to hate you more that I did when you ran off with the Doctor, but I was wrong. I hate you so much right now I'd like nothing more than to shoot you until this clip runs out." He glared into Jack's wide, shocked, blue eyes for a moment before lowering the gun. "Be thankful I'm better than you," he snarled before kneeling down and leaning over the immortal man until their faces were inches apart. "You are a monster, Jack Harkness, an unfeeling monster, and I'll not stay here to be treated like I'm nothing but a toy. I'm leaving, don't try and stop me."
Without another word Ianto pushed himself to his feet and stalked out of the office. He reached the cog door and stepped into the lift before uncocking his gun. He reached the top floor and stepped out of the lift, striding over to the spot where he kept his keys and wallet and shoving them in his pocket along with the letter from the SGC before heading out of the tourist office. He reached his car and headed home as quickly as he could, anger keeping him from falling apart as he parked, headed inside and opened the letter to find the number he needed.
It kept him coherent as he dialled the number and waited for an answer. It kept his voice from shaking as he spoke to Walter and agreed to take the job. It kept him together while he made the arrangements he needed to get himself to America and away from Wales as quickly as he could and end the lease he currently had on his flat.
It was only after everything was sorted and organised and his mind was no longer occupied that the anger fizzled out and Ianto dropped to the floor, curling himself into a ball and allowing the pain to consume him.
XX

Okay Prologue over, if you'd like to give me some feedback I'd really appreciate it :)
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