"Come Fly With Me" Chapter 27
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wanda1969
Title: "Come Fly With Me"
Rating: Adult concepts- but not explicit this chapter.
Spoilers/Disclaimers : Torchwood, belongs to the BBC and RTD, I’m just borrowing the characters.
Summary: Torchwood characters in a story set in the glamorous world of international travel!
A/N: A short chapter, in which a character mentioned in Ch13 (I think) makes an appearance and is somewhat of a catalyst. Many apologies for not posting recently, real life has conspired to keep me busy. For those of you who’ve been waiting, another chapter will be posted much more quickly!
Chapter list: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1863.html
Chapter 27
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As yet, Jack and Ianto hadn’t even started to look for a new place together, too taken up with just spending time together, each finding out more about the other’s quirks and habits. Life at Torchwood had carried on, much the same: they continued to fly the Indochina route to Cambodia, the team occasionally meeting up for drinks in their hotel. To Ianto’s delight, Tosh had taken on his suggestion that she should join in in a game of pool, and her prowess with a cue soon had Owen going out of his way to ask her to be his partner for games in the future. Gwen still seemed infatuated with Jack and would intermittently attempt to question (unsuccessfully) the others, and Ianto, about Jack. Every time it happened, or she perhaps squeezed into a seat a little too closely to the other man, he would momentarily bridle indignantly, before he remembered that he was the one who was now living with him, even if they’d not actually bothered to tell anyone at work about it yet. It was also a reminder that he knew he had to speak to Toshiko- but every time the opportunity presented itself it seemed that it was quickly taken away. He determined to talk to her as soon as he could, even though he believed it was likely that he’d dissemble, changing the subject as he always had before.
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Torchwood flight TIA 850 to Phnom Penh was delayed. It wasn’t alone; industrial action by air traffic control over the Channel was having a knock on effect on air travel everywhere, and it was just one of around 30 overdue flights vying for a take-off slot, leaving passengers and crew alike frustrated in the run-up to Easter. The crew was currently waiting for flying clearance in one of Heathrow’s large function rooms, along with crews from the other delayed ‘planes.
“Can’t be that much longer now, surely?” Owen moaned as he looked through the large viewing window at the apron full of parked up aeroplanes, and the runways beyond. “For Chrissakes… It’s been almost two hours!”
“The 8 am Paris flight’s just gone- we’re not far off now,” Jack told his co-pilot tiredly.
“I bloody well hope so. At this rate it’s gonna be so late by the time we get in, there won’t even be any time to wind down…”
“Jack Bloody Harkness!” a voice boomed from behind them. “And Owen Harper!”
Both men turned to look at the owner of the voice, Jack with a sinking feeling as he heard the familiar transatlantic drawl. The rest of Jack and Owen’s crew, and quite a few from other airlines, stopped chatting for a moment to stare at the newcomer, who literally swaggered towards the two pilots, stopping a few feet away from them, the smug smile on his face highlighting angular, high cheek bones.
“John.” Jack stated simply as his heart dropped into his stomach. John Hart was the last person he wanted to see- especially when Ianto, and the rest of his team, was only a few yards away. He regarded the man as a mistake he’d rather forget- he’d been young and had failed to notice John’s many flaws when they’d first started to see each other. Looking back, he’d found the other man attractive enough, and he’d probably been carried away by John’s attentions and the zeal with which he’d initially pursued him, but they’d only been seeing each other for a month or two before his possessive and erratic nature had become apparent. It had also become plain that John had addiction issues: alcohol, sex, drugs probably- you name it. And John hadn’t let Jack go easily- he’d more or less stalked him until Jack had moved back to Europe. He had hoped that John wouldn’t bear any grudges, however taunting comments, coupled with a bitter resentment, were always present during the very few times that the men’s paths had crossed over the last fifteen or so years.
As soon as Ianto had heard the name ‘John’, and seen Jack’s reaction to the light brown haired man in the United Airlines pilot’s uniform, he knew it could only be John Hart. While he and Jack hadn’t talked exhaustively about ex-girlfriends, or ex-boyfriends, John’s name had come up during one of their light-hearted, slightly tipsy, discussions about both of their past dysfunctional relationships.
“Aw, haven’t you missed me? I’ve missed you.” John raised his eyebrows provocatively, reminding Jack just why he’d wanted to get so far away from him.
“How are you, John?” Owen said as he aimed to distract him from Jack, who he could tell was mutely bristling next to him.
“You know, just coasting along, enjoying the skies. How about you Owen?”
“OK, OK- same here. Working for Torchwood and loving it.”
“Good, good. Jack?” he smirked, as he quickly turned his attentions to Jack; making it clear he had little interest in anything else that Owen had to say.
“Getting by…”
John looked him up and down. “Putting on weight? Suits you, though.”
“And you’re losing your hair…” Jack said and pointedly nodded to the other man’s short light brown hair, which had receded almost an inch since he’d last seen him.
“Touché. Chief pilot, eh?” Hart looked down to Jack’s name badge and his epaulettes.
“Captain- note the stripes …”
“Very nice, note the sarcasm…”
“So- how was rehab, John?”
“Hey, look at me, of course it worked.” He spread his arms expansively. He looked over at the Torchwood operatives, patiently waiting for their flight. “So you’ve got a team? Oh, how very sweet! And they’re pretty, too. I’ll bet you’re spoiled for choice- I know I am…” John’s eyes swept across the Torchwood crew, distinguished by their charcoal uniforms, accented with deep, blood red. “You could do with a proper blonde though,” he said as he surveyed the team, including the new recruit, Amy Pond, who had been brought in permanently to replace Diane. “Oh, wait- you’ve got Eye Candy in a suit- very nice…”
“Leave him out of this, John” Jack spoke in a hiss.
“Oooh- it sounds like I hit a nerve there, Jack. He is cute…”
“I told you, leave my crew out of this…”
“I bet he’s just your type… I know he’s my type, if he’s interested.”
“John…” he warned.
“Interesting…” he murmured as his gaze travelled appreciatively down and then back up Ianto’s body.
“What are you doing here, John?” Jack asked as he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.
Reluctantly, Hart turned away from the object of his interest. “Ahh, well. United Airlines is expanding its routes and I’m out here having a look at the logistics from the pilots’ view, doing a bit of background work. Flying with some of our associated airlines to get a feel for the territory- you get my drift. I may even look at maybe moving out here myself. P’raps Torchwood has some vacancies. I’m beginning to see the attractions,” he tilted his head toward the TIA crew and Jack didn’t fail to be aware of the way his eyes settled on Ianto.
The Tannoy system buzzed into action with a loud ‘bing-bong’ noise and a voice announced that, at last, TIA 850 would be taking off. The crew gathered their cases together and got ready to head for their ‘plane.
“Well, that’s us then. I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure, Hart- but I can’t.” Jack gritted his teeth and turned away to reach for his luggage.
“In that case, the pleasure’s been all mine. No doubt I’ll be seeing you two around in the next few months. Have a nice flight Owen, Jack.”
***
Toshiko Sato had watched the exchange between the three men, silently cursing the fact that they were just about out of earshot. She could hear the odd word, though, and it was obvious that there was some animosity between Jack and the UA pilot, and, in spite of his efforts to look uninterested, Ianto was furtively trying to listen in to whatever was going on.
During the walk to their ‘plane, Jack had strode ahead, stony faced, and a concerned looking Ianto had hurried and fallen into step beside him as the two men talked in hushed, conspiratorial tones.
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To be continued…
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-16 07:21 pm (UTC)Great update!
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Date: 2011-04-24 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-16 07:24 pm (UTC)Can I hit him? Please? Just a bit? Or drop him off a roof maybe, I want to see if he bounces.
Trouble in paradise, no good is going to come of this, though it wouldn't altogether surprise me if Gwen made a play for Hart.
Just when things were going so well too.
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Date: 2011-04-24 06:29 pm (UTC)If Gwen gets the lip gloss, I'm all for her making a play...
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Date: 2011-04-16 10:27 pm (UTC)Tosh is very observant. I doubt it will take her long to figure things out.
I'd say maybe Gwen could be useful as a distraction for John so he'd leave Jack and Ianto alone, but then he'd be hanging around more and that would be bad. Interesting turn of events.
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Date: 2011-04-24 06:31 pm (UTC)You're right- Gwen ought to take one 'for the team'!!
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Date: 2011-04-16 11:24 pm (UTC)But hey, if Jack and Ianto being all confidential isn't enough to get her to thinking... :)
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Date: 2011-04-24 06:34 pm (UTC)PS- I don't think I've told you how much I love the Recent 'Dragon 'Verse' on ff.net- life's been too busy for me to comment!
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Date: 2011-04-16 11:42 pm (UTC)Lovely chapter though. Would like to see how this goes.
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Date: 2011-04-24 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-08 12:27 pm (UTC)