Title: The Returning
Size: 39,000 words
Pairings: Jack/Ianto and OCs
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Johnson, Gwen, OCs from the Gift and introducing Squee.
Rating: PG – 14 mostly
Spoilers: None as this is completely AU an follows on from the Gift
Warnings: some sexual content including m/m, f/f and m/f
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters as they belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC but I do get to play with them.
Warnings: None yet
Notes: Just a little chapter of Aidan’s and Squee’s first date which Jack doesn’t manage to get on CCTV. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 7 – The first date
Aidan was waiting as Squee entered the restaurant.
‘Looking good if I say so myself,’ she said to herself looking in the glass at the entrance. Aidan rose to greet her and kissed her on one cheek. There was a single pink rose on the plate. ‘Nice touch,’ Squee thought.
She sat down opposite Aidan.
‘It’s nice here isn’t it. I’ve never been here before. Do you come here a lot?’
‘No, not really, just a couple of times before with people from work.’
‘What is it exactly that you do?’ she asked.
Knowing that the evening was going to end with a low dose retcon that would remove the ghost from her memory and just leave her with the idea that she had met the man of her dreams, Aidan said more than he usually would.
‘We investigate strange events and deal with them basically.’
‘Must be interesting work,’ Bronwyn replied.
‘It has it’s moments like this morning and, as you know, alien threats are seen as real now and we deal with them. There’s certainly never a dull moment as we get allsorts coming through this rift that is over Cardiff.’
‘Yeah it’s a rift in time and space and things sort of fall through it.’
‘What do you do? It sounds dangerous and exciting. Is it?’
‘Can be but I mostly do the tech stuff not the shooting stuff. Anyway enough about me, tell me about you.’
‘Not a lot to tell really. I lecture; I was at UCL in London but I wanted to broaden my horizons. Part of my research is into dockworkers in the nineteenth century. I thought the Welsh coastal ports would be interesting so I’m especially looking at Newport, Cardiff and Barry for now. Have you ever had anything useful for me coming through this rift?’
‘Well we did have fifteen sailors from the Mary Celeste once.’
Squee panicked as she didn’t know what this meant.
‘Really that must have been interesting.’ She hoped this was enough.
‘Yes it certainly explains why they disappeared. Shall we order as the waiter is hovering?’
They both ordered and continued with the small talk that people enjoy on their first date. Aidan couldn’t believe how well it was going. This woman was good looking and intelligent and interested in him. He wondered if he could get away with not retconning her as she didn’t seem the type to gossip. Everyone in Cardiff knew about Torchwood anyway, and aliens were old hat since the 456 had appeared.
Over coffee he asked if she fancied going to the pictures at the weekend.
‘We could go to see anything you fancy. I’m not sure what’s on. I’ll ring you. I’m working for the next few nights so what about Saturday. We could try the fish and chip place after wards if you didn’t want a big meal.
‘Sounds lovely,’ Bronwyn replied, ‘I look forward to it. Tonight has been really good, Aidan. I’m so glad that I am nosey otherwise I’d have left the library and never met you.’
Aidan blushed. He really liked this woman and he wanted to make sure that everything went right. This was the first time he had felt that a date had gone really well for some time. Bronwyn rose and Aidan fetched her coat and put it on.
‘Can I give you a lift home?’ Aidan asked.
‘No I’ll get a taxi if that’s alright.’
‘Yes I’ll ask the waiter to call you one.’
They stood outside as the taxi pulled up. Aidan kissed her briefly hardly lingering on her lips.
‘I’m really looking forward to Saturday,’ Bronwyn said out of the window as the taxi pulled away.
As soon as Squee got in the taxi she texted Jack.
‘All went really well and I like him and he likes me. Thanks, Jack, for trusting me this world is such fun.’
Jack smiled when he got the text and only felt slightly guilty. He really did think that Squee was made for Aidan, as now he could have his perfect woman. Squee didn’t mind either way, woman, man or anything else. As the Doctor once said ‘some people were flexible in their approach to dancing.’
When Squee got home to Ianto’s she knew she had to be careful that the neighbours didn’t see a strange woman going into the flat. Luckily the transportation device used to get to Earth could transport her straight into the flat from just outside.
She decided to stay as Bronwyn that night. She liked these clothes. They made her feel good, much more than Ianto’s suits did, whatever Jack said about how good Ianto’s arse looked in tight trousers. She snuggled down in her new feminine pyjamas and dreamed of Aidan Evans, his red hair and what they could do together.
Chapter 8 here