The wrong decision, part two, V
Feb. 3rd, 2014 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anastasisrickFandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who (because I’m borrowing characters)
Rate: PG (or pg 13 for this chapter)
Genre: AU totally, no aliens, romance, drama
Pairings: Jack/omc, Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa, others as well
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who, BBC does and we all saw what they did to them.
Summary: They both made the wrong decision. Will they ever be able to find real love?
Part two
V
Warm waves tickled his feet. The sand felt cool under his legs and Jack’s chest was the best pillow he had ever used. His husband’s fingers threaded through his hair and the sun caressed his naked skin. He sighed contently enjoying the moment.
“What are you thinking?” Jack’s voice seemed to penetrate his dreamlike stupor.
“Nothing. I’m just being, existing, you know. It’s beautiful here.”
“We can’t stay long though. Even as late as it is, the sun is dangerous enough and you’re too pale.”
“But I like it here.” Werth said wrapping his arms around the body beneath his.
“You’d like it better back in the hotel.” Jack whispered to him and Werth could do nothing but agree, as Jack’s lips found his in a kiss.
Later, Jack’s head resting on his lap, his husband’s eyes having the dreamer’s quality, Werth thought it was time to discuss about the future. “What are you thinking about, Jack?”
The older man smiled and reached up to kiss Werth’s lips. “How nice this is. No worries, no thoughts, no one but you and me… for two more weeks. What about you?”
Werth grabbed the opportunity. “I’m thinking about our family. Would you like a kid, Jack?”
Jack’s eyes closed for a few seconds. Opening them he stared up at the ceiling instead of at his husband. “I don’t feel ready to raise a child, Werth.”
Werth sat up and wrapped his arms around him. “Jack?”
The older man turned in his arms and returned the hug. “What do you want?”
Werth thought about Ianto and his love for his brother, the hard days of the hospital, the isolation. “I’d like to have a child. Give him love, care and protect him from everything.”
“You cannot protect kids from everything.”
“True, but we can try. There are so many kids growing up without a family, without warmth and love. And we can offer all that to one.”
“I’ll think about it, OK?”
There was something in Jack’s demeanour Werth couldn’t understand. “Do you want to tell me anything, Jack?”
Jack pushed him on the bed and stretched his body next to him. “Not really. Sleep.”
Werth kept his eyes open staring at the wall, feeling Jack’s body heat on his back and eventually fell asleep leaving Jack alone with his thoughts and memories.
The newlyweds’ honeymoon passed quickly. Ianto was pushed from Jack’s mind, back somewhere he couldn’t find him and Werth had for the first time stopped caring about his younger twin due to the pleasure clouding his senses.
Upon their return to Wales, Jack went back to work and Werth after a long talk with his father and husband went to work to the family business, feeling happy Ianto at least was following his dreams. After the first two days of being home he called his brother to share his news and ask for his opinion. Ianto would understand Werth’s need for writing and having someone to look after. His twin always made fun of them saying they would both create masterpiece in the arts, one as an author the other as a musician and remain known for ever as “the Jones’ twins”. Ianto was not at home though and Werth found himself walking by the beach thinking about his honeymoon. The young man was missing something to fill his emptiness.
That same night, Ianto called him. He sounded exhausted but happy with his new life, eager to learn everything about his brother’s new life with Jack. Werth tried to not show his inner conflict. He didn’t want his brother to start worrying about him on top of everything else.
Ianto hung up the phone and went to the window, to stare out at the elegant Parisians walking under the rain. Werth has been absentminded but very much happy. He paced slowly back to his piano and let his fingers and the music fill his mind, pushing away thoughts and feelings.
Time for Werth passed quickly when Jack was in Wales and slowly when his husband was in a business trip. Jack had taken Werth with him a couple of times, but as his days were filled with appointments, Werth had to spend his days alone in sightseeing. And then, back to Wales, other times with Jack but mostly alone.
It was three weeks Werth was alone in Cardiff while Jack was in Zurich doing aircraft engine testing. Werth spent his days researching the life and death of Lord Byron, taking writing classes and trying to find his brother on the phone. In the last of them, he kept being unsuccessful.
The phone call came unexpectedly while he was reading George’s letters to Augusta.
“Hello?”
“I am calling from King George Hospital, in London. I am looking for Mr. Ian… Jones.”
“He isn’t here. May I ask why you’re asking for him?”
“When will Mr. Jones return? It’s an emergency.”
“What is the problem?”
“Ms. Lisa Hallett gave us this telephone. Her condition is critical and he’s her…”
“What happened to Lisa?”
“There are some complications after the delivery of the baby.”
Werth’s mind tried to take all information in and process it. “I’ll inform Ianto and be there the quickest possible.”
He didn’t hesitate for a moment. He knew Owen would help. He called him and told him about the emergency before driving over and taking the Doctor with him for his drive to London.
“Is Ianto the father?” It was the first thing Owen wondered about as he sat on the passenger seat, pulling the safety belt.
“I don’t know. Ianto hasn’t said anything.”
“Yan wouldn’t know.”
“Do you think he left to…?” Werth couldn’t put his thoughts into words. He’d never believe his brother left his pregnant girlfriend.
“For heaven’s sake, Werth! One of the reason Ianto went to France was Lisa dumping him remember? He doesn’t know. He’d have said something.”
“But, he doesn’t want kids.”
“Ianto never really had a childhood, and he’s too young to have a child.”
“What are we going to do?” Werth asked, driving as fast as he could without pulled over by the Police.
“Let’s see what the problem is first.”
Werth nodded, his mind working over the possibilities his hands curled tightly around the steering wheel.
*~*
As soon as he said his name, a nurse directed them to the waiting area in the emergency room. A man in his mid forties came shortly after, followed by a younger woman, both dressed in white scrubs.
“Mr. Jones?”
Owen stepped forward and pointing at Werth he introduced him. “That’s Werth Jones and I am Doctor Harper. What is the problem?”
“I’m Dr. Jessica Lane. Miss Hallett’s was brought in with seizures.”
She turned towards the older Doctor who took over from her. “She suffered from pre-eclampsia that became apparent during the delivery. There was excessive bleeding and placental abruption. Her condition was serious due to swelling and congestion of the tissues around the lungs and she had fallen in coma after the delivery of the baby. We treated her the best we could, but we couldn’t save her. I'm sorry for your loss.”
Werth felt Owen wrapping his hand around his elbow keeping him steady. “How’s the baby?”
“The baby was delivered safely and there’s no medical danger concerning him. Lisa named Mr. Jones the father of her child and that’s why and how we were able to come in contact with you.”
“Ianto Jones.” Owen murmured.
Werth stood straight. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Come with me,” Dr. Lane directed him towards another hall. “I’ll take you to your son.”
Owen left behind, sitting on a plastic armchair, thinking of finding a phone booth and calling Ianto.
tbc
On the next chapter...
Wishful thinking; it will updated at least once a week/ or maybe more until it's finished.
