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The Bone Shared: A Fanfiction
Title: The Bone Shared: A Tale in the Life of Ianto Jones
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chasingtides
Fandoms: Torchwood, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Torchwood Season 2, Supernatural Season 3
Disclaimer: None of this, sadly, is mine. I am just playing in several people's sandboxes, though I think some of them are not copyrighted sandboxes.
Summary: A Torchwood employee could never have a quiet night at the pub or a normal family life. The Winchesters could never have an easy job. Connecticut was never a pleasant state.
Author's Notes Before Reading: I'd like to thank the awesomesilwyna and una___sola for the beta job. As this is Torchwood and Supernatural, there are relationships of all sorts and all sorts of strange things happening. Also, Moodus Noises are, in fact, a real thing.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
“Thank you,” Bethan breathed as Dean joined her in her truck.
“Yeah, well, that’s me, Mr. Big-Hearted. I save puppies on weekends, too,” Dean told her, grinning. “You’re looking seriously wigged.”
“I thought this was just going to be routine, you know. Maybe even turn up to be nothing. And now Patrick’s missing and I thought my baby brother could come and help me out. You know, he’s some kind of genius and he even likes Patrick and could take the time off. And now I learn that’s he’s got homicidal workmates that come back from the dead and I think he’s losing it. Christ, did you see the look on his face back there? It’s like he has Stockholm Syndrome or something. Oh god, are you sure he’ll be okay with your brother?”
Dean’s eyes widened as he watched Bethan border on hysteria. “Hey, calm down, you said you had this Toshiko girl in your cabin. We’ll figure out what’s going on. And Sam and Ianto’ll be fine.”
“I can’t believe I’m losing it; I can’t afford to.” Bethan ran her fingers through her hair, pulling at it. “Just, Yan was always the one who had it together. He’s some kind of prodigy, you know, and Mam and Tad never forgot it. He aced his way through university, went into a well paying job with his childhood sweetheart, lived near our sister, they did their jobs well and went camping on the weekend sometimes. And then – you saw him in there. He’s been brainwashed or something. I haven’t seen him since he was at university and he and Lisa were so happy and came to the wedding and he was still himself. Oh God, what did they do to him? How did this happen? Why didn’t we notice?”
“Calm down, calm down. I’m sure he’s fine,” Dean said as he grabbed one of Bethan’s hands to keep her from hitting him as she gestured wildly.
“How would you feel if that was your brother? If that was your Sam saying that his coworkers had shot his lover and then defends them in the same breath? How would you feel if he looked like he was dead inside? If he went from wired to broken in a matter of hours?” Bethan snapped.
Dean paused and thought about that for second. Then he pulled his knife out from his jacket. “Let’s go. I think I owe you a couple of favors for saving dad’s ass back in Washington.”
*
“Do you, uh, play cards?” Sam asked, slightly uncomfortable being saddled with a stranger in a three-piece suit. Normally Dean wouldn’t go off with some strange hunter to interrogate some other stranger, but Sam could not bring himself to question it. The woman, whom Dean obviously knew, seemed fairly distressed about her brother.
“I do, but you don’t want to play with me,” Ianto told him, deadly serious.
“Why not?” Sam moved to pull his deck out of his pocket.
“You’ll lose,” Ianto explained. When Sam started to look offended, he continued, “I’ve got a way with numbers. It was pretty funny at university, but I don’t want to end up on the wrong end of your gun.”
“I wouldn’t -”
“I’m the youngest son of a hunter. I know better than to ruin a hunter’s card game. And I’ve faced down enough guns for one lifetime,” Ianto stated dryly.
Sam looked at him in shock, not knowing how to reply.
“We need to get Toshiko,” Ianto said after a moment.
“Your friend?” Sam asked. “Dean and your sister are going to get her.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot. I am not going to leave my friend alone with a pair of angry hunters.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Sam told him with a frown. “Don’t you trust your sister?”
“Not if she thinks something’s hurt her family,” Ianto said with a huff. “She’s great, but with Patrick missing and Lisa gone, she’s at the end of her rope. Where are your keys?”
“Whoa,” Sam replied. “We’re not going anywhere. I have no idea what’s going on, but we’re staying put. We can play cards or you can try to talk me out of it, but we’re not going anywhere and even if we were, I wouldn’t let you drive.”
Ianto made a grab for the Sam’s jacket pocket where he assumed the keys would be, but Sam dodged. “I’ll call a cab, then,” Ianto told him.
“Out here?” Sam asked with a wry smile. “You won’t find cabs out here. And dressed like that, no one’s going to give you a ride. Calm down and we’ll wait to see what Dean and Bethan have to say when they call. Dean won’t do anything stupid and if he and Dad trusted your sister, she can’t be that much of a loose cannon.”
*
“This chick?” Dean asked doubtfully, looking at Toshiko. “She did that?”
“What do you want?” Tosh asked, her voice quiet and carefully controlled.. “Where’s Ianto?”
“Away from you,” Bethan replied.
“Why are you doing this?”
Bethan pulled up a chair and sat in front of her captive. “That’s just a shell of my brother. My baby brother. Do you have a baby brother? Or sister?”
Tosh stared at Dean, who was playing with his knife, before turning to Bethan again. “No… I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”
“Why did you come with him?” Dean asked. “From what Bethan says, she asked her brother to come, not bring a coworker along to help.”
Tosh swallowed audibly. “Will you just let me go?”
“Answer the question,” Bethan stated coldly.
Tosh squeezed her eyes closed, imagining her old superiors at U. N. I. T. yelling at her for even talking to these people. She was a technology expert, not a field agent. She was supposed to work with computers and math and translate alien languages, not get kidnapped. “We didn’t think we should let him go to America on his own.
“Let?” Bethan snapped. “You didn’t want to ‘let’ my brother visit his sister?”
“He seemed distressed. We were worried about him,” Tosh tried to explain.
“Somehow I think he’s more prepared to deal with what’s going on here than you are,” Dean told her. “I don’t think you know what you’ve got yourself into.”
Tosh took a deep breath and glared at her captors. “I’m happy I came along. He was willing to die for me, the least I can do is save him from you.”
“Save him?” Bethan saw red. “Save him from us? He told us about you. I’ve seen what you lot have done to him. He looks like he’s dead inside, like he’s got no spirit! Government sanctioned brainwashing, that’s what this is! You fucking brainwashed my brother!”
“What is it that you do? That you did?” Dean asked, crouching next to Tosh’s chair.
Tosh shook her head. These people were crazy, she thought, and wondered why Ianto was willing to run half way across the world to see them. Fleetingly, she hoped that he was somewhere safe and far away from the run down cabin.
“He said you killed Lisa,” Bethan told her. “I used to babysit Lisa. She and Ianto were childhood sweethearts. We thought they’d get married. He said that you shot her and apparently, no one ever found out. How is it that you did that?”
“He said that people in your line of work come back from the dead. He said that you summoned demons and tore holes in time.” Dean sounded dangerous. “People like us,” he gestured to Bethan and himself with the knife, “don’t like that kind of thing. It makes our lives more difficult.”
Terrified, Tosh remained silent, wondering why Ianto would tell these people such things, especially when Jack had not allowed them to bring any Retcon with them. She knew she could not risk letting them know any more. She desperately hoped Ianto had made it to safety.
Distracted, Tosh did not notice Dean leaning forward until he pressed the knife to Tosh’s arm, not enough to cut, but enough to scare her. He had not expected her to jerk suddenly and slice her arm on the sharp blade nor was he prepared for the panic in her eyes. He certainly had not expected the sudden tears or the frantic whispers.
He rocked backward and dropped the knife to the floor. “Hey, whoa.” He looked to Bethan, who appeared just as surprised as he was.
“I have no idea,” she told him, eying Tosh with growing concern. “She looked fine just a minute ago and dead set on not answering any questions.”
*
Sam was staring at Ianto awkwardly in the dirt parking lot of the diner when his cell phone rang. He answered the call and listened intently to whomever was on the line.
“Get in the car,” he said brusquely after ending the call.
“Was that your brother?” Ianto asked.
“Something happened with your friend.”
*
By the time Ianto and Sam reached the cabin, Tosh had mostly calmed down, but was still eying Dean nervously. “Ianto, get out,” she cried as soon as he entered the cabin.
Ianto quickly crossed from the door to her chair by the narrow kitchenette. He turned to his sister and Dean who were both leaning on the back of the couch. “What is she talking about?”
Tosh pulled against the ropes that bound her to the kitchen chair, trying to get Ianto’s attention. “They’re armed. Run! Get Jack!”
“Of course they’re armed,” Ianto told her as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
“She just started freaking out,” Dean told Ianto. “Panic attack.”
“What did you do to her?” Ianto glared at them accusingly.
“We were just asking questions,” Bethan protested.
“No one’s here this time,” Tosh continued, as though Dean and Bethan had not said anything. “Go get help. Get Jack.”
“Everything is ok,” Ianto reassured Tosh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Bethan muttered, “Damn right,” but he ignored her.
“I told you I needed to help my sister and that’s what I’m going to do. We’ll be fine. But we’re also going to untie you.” Ianto started to work on the ropes on Tosh’s chair. “It might do some good to teach you how to get out of this on your own.”
“How are we going to leave?” Tosh asked him in a low voice when she saw Sam standing between them and the door.
Ianto sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not.”
Tosh rubbed at her freed wrist, hoping to improve the circulation. “He,” she gestured at Dean, “pulled a knife on me. We need to leave.”
“You what?” Sam exclaimed. “Dean, what the hell were you thinking? She’s just an innocent girl!”
While Tosh bristled at being called a girl, Dean protested, “She did something to Bethan’s brother and we need to know what! We can’t just leave them be.”
“We’re here about the noises, not about helping solve family problems,” Sam said incredulously.
Ianto finished untying Tosh’s legs and made his way past Sam to the kitchenette. He rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out boxes and mugs, and generally made a great deal of noise.
“Yan, what are you doing?” Bethan asked, keeping an eye on Tosh.
“I am making tea and then we are going to sit down and discuss things like the human beings we are,” he said shortly. “No knives, no escaping, no lying, no killing, no hysterics.”
Author:
chasingtidesFandoms: Torchwood, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Torchwood Season 2, Supernatural Season 3
Disclaimer: None of this, sadly, is mine. I am just playing in several people's sandboxes, though I think some of them are not copyrighted sandboxes.
Summary: A Torchwood employee could never have a quiet night at the pub or a normal family life. The Winchesters could never have an easy job. Connecticut was never a pleasant state.
Author's Notes Before Reading: I'd like to thank the awesome
silwyna and una___sola for the beta job. As this is Torchwood and Supernatural, there are relationships of all sorts and all sorts of strange things happening. Also, Moodus Noises are, in fact, a real thing.Chapter One
Chapter Two
“Thank you,” Bethan breathed as Dean joined her in her truck.
“Yeah, well, that’s me, Mr. Big-Hearted. I save puppies on weekends, too,” Dean told her, grinning. “You’re looking seriously wigged.”
“I thought this was just going to be routine, you know. Maybe even turn up to be nothing. And now Patrick’s missing and I thought my baby brother could come and help me out. You know, he’s some kind of genius and he even likes Patrick and could take the time off. And now I learn that’s he’s got homicidal workmates that come back from the dead and I think he’s losing it. Christ, did you see the look on his face back there? It’s like he has Stockholm Syndrome or something. Oh god, are you sure he’ll be okay with your brother?”
Dean’s eyes widened as he watched Bethan border on hysteria. “Hey, calm down, you said you had this Toshiko girl in your cabin. We’ll figure out what’s going on. And Sam and Ianto’ll be fine.”
“I can’t believe I’m losing it; I can’t afford to.” Bethan ran her fingers through her hair, pulling at it. “Just, Yan was always the one who had it together. He’s some kind of prodigy, you know, and Mam and Tad never forgot it. He aced his way through university, went into a well paying job with his childhood sweetheart, lived near our sister, they did their jobs well and went camping on the weekend sometimes. And then – you saw him in there. He’s been brainwashed or something. I haven’t seen him since he was at university and he and Lisa were so happy and came to the wedding and he was still himself. Oh God, what did they do to him? How did this happen? Why didn’t we notice?”
“Calm down, calm down. I’m sure he’s fine,” Dean said as he grabbed one of Bethan’s hands to keep her from hitting him as she gestured wildly.
“How would you feel if that was your brother? If that was your Sam saying that his coworkers had shot his lover and then defends them in the same breath? How would you feel if he looked like he was dead inside? If he went from wired to broken in a matter of hours?” Bethan snapped.
Dean paused and thought about that for second. Then he pulled his knife out from his jacket. “Let’s go. I think I owe you a couple of favors for saving dad’s ass back in Washington.”
*
“Do you, uh, play cards?” Sam asked, slightly uncomfortable being saddled with a stranger in a three-piece suit. Normally Dean wouldn’t go off with some strange hunter to interrogate some other stranger, but Sam could not bring himself to question it. The woman, whom Dean obviously knew, seemed fairly distressed about her brother.
“I do, but you don’t want to play with me,” Ianto told him, deadly serious.
“Why not?” Sam moved to pull his deck out of his pocket.
“You’ll lose,” Ianto explained. When Sam started to look offended, he continued, “I’ve got a way with numbers. It was pretty funny at university, but I don’t want to end up on the wrong end of your gun.”
“I wouldn’t -”
“I’m the youngest son of a hunter. I know better than to ruin a hunter’s card game. And I’ve faced down enough guns for one lifetime,” Ianto stated dryly.
Sam looked at him in shock, not knowing how to reply.
“We need to get Toshiko,” Ianto said after a moment.
“Your friend?” Sam asked. “Dean and your sister are going to get her.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot. I am not going to leave my friend alone with a pair of angry hunters.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Sam told him with a frown. “Don’t you trust your sister?”
“Not if she thinks something’s hurt her family,” Ianto said with a huff. “She’s great, but with Patrick missing and Lisa gone, she’s at the end of her rope. Where are your keys?”
“Whoa,” Sam replied. “We’re not going anywhere. I have no idea what’s going on, but we’re staying put. We can play cards or you can try to talk me out of it, but we’re not going anywhere and even if we were, I wouldn’t let you drive.”
Ianto made a grab for the Sam’s jacket pocket where he assumed the keys would be, but Sam dodged. “I’ll call a cab, then,” Ianto told him.
“Out here?” Sam asked with a wry smile. “You won’t find cabs out here. And dressed like that, no one’s going to give you a ride. Calm down and we’ll wait to see what Dean and Bethan have to say when they call. Dean won’t do anything stupid and if he and Dad trusted your sister, she can’t be that much of a loose cannon.”
*
“This chick?” Dean asked doubtfully, looking at Toshiko. “She did that?”
“What do you want?” Tosh asked, her voice quiet and carefully controlled.. “Where’s Ianto?”
“Away from you,” Bethan replied.
“Why are you doing this?”
Bethan pulled up a chair and sat in front of her captive. “That’s just a shell of my brother. My baby brother. Do you have a baby brother? Or sister?”
Tosh stared at Dean, who was playing with his knife, before turning to Bethan again. “No… I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”
“Why did you come with him?” Dean asked. “From what Bethan says, she asked her brother to come, not bring a coworker along to help.”
Tosh swallowed audibly. “Will you just let me go?”
“Answer the question,” Bethan stated coldly.
Tosh squeezed her eyes closed, imagining her old superiors at U. N. I. T. yelling at her for even talking to these people. She was a technology expert, not a field agent. She was supposed to work with computers and math and translate alien languages, not get kidnapped. “We didn’t think we should let him go to America on his own.
“Let?” Bethan snapped. “You didn’t want to ‘let’ my brother visit his sister?”
“He seemed distressed. We were worried about him,” Tosh tried to explain.
“Somehow I think he’s more prepared to deal with what’s going on here than you are,” Dean told her. “I don’t think you know what you’ve got yourself into.”
Tosh took a deep breath and glared at her captors. “I’m happy I came along. He was willing to die for me, the least I can do is save him from you.”
“Save him?” Bethan saw red. “Save him from us? He told us about you. I’ve seen what you lot have done to him. He looks like he’s dead inside, like he’s got no spirit! Government sanctioned brainwashing, that’s what this is! You fucking brainwashed my brother!”
“What is it that you do? That you did?” Dean asked, crouching next to Tosh’s chair.
Tosh shook her head. These people were crazy, she thought, and wondered why Ianto was willing to run half way across the world to see them. Fleetingly, she hoped that he was somewhere safe and far away from the run down cabin.
“He said you killed Lisa,” Bethan told her. “I used to babysit Lisa. She and Ianto were childhood sweethearts. We thought they’d get married. He said that you shot her and apparently, no one ever found out. How is it that you did that?”
“He said that people in your line of work come back from the dead. He said that you summoned demons and tore holes in time.” Dean sounded dangerous. “People like us,” he gestured to Bethan and himself with the knife, “don’t like that kind of thing. It makes our lives more difficult.”
Terrified, Tosh remained silent, wondering why Ianto would tell these people such things, especially when Jack had not allowed them to bring any Retcon with them. She knew she could not risk letting them know any more. She desperately hoped Ianto had made it to safety.
Distracted, Tosh did not notice Dean leaning forward until he pressed the knife to Tosh’s arm, not enough to cut, but enough to scare her. He had not expected her to jerk suddenly and slice her arm on the sharp blade nor was he prepared for the panic in her eyes. He certainly had not expected the sudden tears or the frantic whispers.
He rocked backward and dropped the knife to the floor. “Hey, whoa.” He looked to Bethan, who appeared just as surprised as he was.
“I have no idea,” she told him, eying Tosh with growing concern. “She looked fine just a minute ago and dead set on not answering any questions.”
*
Sam was staring at Ianto awkwardly in the dirt parking lot of the diner when his cell phone rang. He answered the call and listened intently to whomever was on the line.
“Get in the car,” he said brusquely after ending the call.
“Was that your brother?” Ianto asked.
“Something happened with your friend.”
*
By the time Ianto and Sam reached the cabin, Tosh had mostly calmed down, but was still eying Dean nervously. “Ianto, get out,” she cried as soon as he entered the cabin.
Ianto quickly crossed from the door to her chair by the narrow kitchenette. He turned to his sister and Dean who were both leaning on the back of the couch. “What is she talking about?”
Tosh pulled against the ropes that bound her to the kitchen chair, trying to get Ianto’s attention. “They’re armed. Run! Get Jack!”
“Of course they’re armed,” Ianto told her as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
“She just started freaking out,” Dean told Ianto. “Panic attack.”
“What did you do to her?” Ianto glared at them accusingly.
“We were just asking questions,” Bethan protested.
“No one’s here this time,” Tosh continued, as though Dean and Bethan had not said anything. “Go get help. Get Jack.”
“Everything is ok,” Ianto reassured Tosh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Bethan muttered, “Damn right,” but he ignored her.
“I told you I needed to help my sister and that’s what I’m going to do. We’ll be fine. But we’re also going to untie you.” Ianto started to work on the ropes on Tosh’s chair. “It might do some good to teach you how to get out of this on your own.”
“How are we going to leave?” Tosh asked him in a low voice when she saw Sam standing between them and the door.
Ianto sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not.”
Tosh rubbed at her freed wrist, hoping to improve the circulation. “He,” she gestured at Dean, “pulled a knife on me. We need to leave.”
“You what?” Sam exclaimed. “Dean, what the hell were you thinking? She’s just an innocent girl!”
While Tosh bristled at being called a girl, Dean protested, “She did something to Bethan’s brother and we need to know what! We can’t just leave them be.”
“We’re here about the noises, not about helping solve family problems,” Sam said incredulously.
Ianto finished untying Tosh’s legs and made his way past Sam to the kitchenette. He rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out boxes and mugs, and generally made a great deal of noise.
“Yan, what are you doing?” Bethan asked, keeping an eye on Tosh.
“I am making tea and then we are going to sit down and discuss things like the human beings we are,” he said shortly. “No knives, no escaping, no lying, no killing, no hysterics.”
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You got his voice down so good...thanks for sharing and more soon I hope....
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When Bethan finds out that little brother is having innovative sexual relations with the leader of said homicidal workmates who comes back from the dead every other week, will her head explode? Or will she skip directly to the "plotting Captain Jack's next demise" part of the evening?
“How would you feel if that was your brother? If that was your Sam saying that his coworkers had shot his lover and then defends them in the same breath?
Sam and Dean have to be keeping a lot of secrets from the hunting community for her to ask Dean that. Seriously, Sam has shot one of his lovers himself.
Love this.
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Thanks for the review.
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Anticipate the next chapter in early May. If it can be earlier, I'll do my best, but I have writing commitments until then that come before fanfiction.
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