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Horizon, Part 1 - The End Of The Road (2)

Artist: the_silver_sun and you can comment here
Word Count: ~ 64.000
Summary: There are murders being committed in Torchwood's name – again. Only this time, UNIT seems to be mixed up in it as well. All leads point towards Project Horizon, a collaboration between UNIT and Torchwood One that was dropped decades ago. The strain on the team increases when Jack and Ianto's relationship faces a crisis, only made worse by Ianto discovering that he's pregnant. With UNIT refusing to give any details about Project Horizon and Martha and Owen caught between the frontiers when Ianto decides to keep the baby, can Torchwood find the killer with the unexpected assistance of John Hart?
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Cooper, John Hart, Martha Jones, Rhys Williams, Doctor (10), Andy Davidson, OCs
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/John Hart, Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Doctor (hinted), Jack/John Hart (unrequited), Martha Jones/Doctor (unrequited)
Rating: R
Spoiler: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Meat, Reset, Dead Man Walking, A Day In The Death, Adam / Doctor Who: Rise Of The Cybermen, The Age Of Steel, Army Of Ghosts, Doomsday, Utopia, The Sound Of Drums, The Last Of The Time Lords, Partners In Crime
Setting: starts after A Day In The Death
Warnings: Contain spoilers: miscarriage, violence, torture, pregnant person in danger, talk about abortion, talk about canon character death, language
Contains: Sex, m-preg
Beta: danian beta'ed the English version and Inja Morgan the German one. Both of you have been so, so fantastic and fast and patient with me. Thank you! Also, Eleanor Harkness-Jones checked the summary on a very, very short notice.
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-shows Doctor Who and Torchwood and the characters appearing within them belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

Horizon Masterlist
Chapter 1

the_silver_sun made the cool art for this fic. Comment here.


When Jack and Owen returned from their Weevil hunt, Peralta was already deeply immersed in research in the archives. He used Ianto's desk that was squeezed between the wall and the first row of shelves. Jack didn't like it. This area was as much Ianto's place as the tourist office was and the thought of a stranger sitting in the chair Ianto usually occupied was disconcerting. Peralta was sitting with his back to Jack so that all Jack could see about him at the moment was that he wore his grey hair short and that he wore a dark sweater fitting his athletic form.

Jack watched him from the door for a few minutes, then he cleared his throat and approached the desk.

Peralta turned to look at him and beamed. ”Captain Harkness.” He got up and offered Jack a hand, which he accepted reluctantly.

Jack had to admit that Peralta was indeed very handsome. ”Doctor, how are you settling in?”

”Just fine, fine,” Peralta answered with a look at the folders he'd spread out on the desk. ”I'm already quite intrigued by the vast knowledge you've stashed down here.”

”Well,” Jack said, burying his hands in his trouser pockets, ”we've been here for a while.”

”Indeed.” Peralta grinned. ”Indeed.”

”I hope your room's alright?”

”Oh, I don't need much. And even if I did … your Mr. Jones seems to be quite capable of taking care of guests.”

Jack couldn't suppress a smile. Ianto was good at taking care of pretty much everyone. ”He is. So ...” Curiously, he stepped closer to the desk, eyeing the files and the computer screen, where a search engine was running through the database. “What's so interesting in our archives that roused your attention?”

”Oh,” Peralta said with a smile. ”Well, I decided that I need a new pet project. My regenerative medicine is pretty much in the hands of my staff now, so I want something new and exciting. I did some poking into male pregnancy and aphrodisiacs, but I thought maybe you had something with more of a … thrill?”

Something in Peralta's gaze unsettled Jack. ”Did you have any particular idea?”

Peralta nodded. ”I was thinking … immortality.”

Jack's face darkened. ”No such luck.” He hated that UNIT knew about his immortality. It was a part of his life he just couldn't come to terms with and he felt that nobody but those he chose to tell should know about it. Unfortunately, a former Torchwood Three leader had contacted UNIT and told them about Jack's predicament. He'd spent three years in the 70s being poked and prodded by UNIT doctors and only the chance of finding the Doctor through Torchwood had kept him from quitting the team and running away. At least he hadn't been a prisoner locked up in a laboratory. The UNIT doctors had been quite friendly, too. Of course, they hadn't been able to determine why he was immortal. Not that Jack had expected them to. While he'd waited, he'd known that it had something to do with the Doctor, or at least with his time machine. He knew the TARDIS had a direct link to the time vortex … she must have changed something within him. He'd spent decades hoping the Doctor would be able to fix him. By now, he knew that the Doctor couldn't do anything and if a Time Lord was unable to, everyone was. So he lived with it, reluctantly, burying one friend after another. He knew that he would bury his team as well one day. He really hoped that day wouldn't come for a long time, yet.

Peralta frowned. ”But, Captain-”

”Back off!” Jack snapped. ”I won't be used as a guinea pig again. And I wouldn't wish immortality on anyone. So just drop it.”

With that, he turned away and left.


“I should have known that there'd be an ulterior motive,” Jack said and sipped his water.

The pub was rather busy, but the five of them had managed to snag their favourite table in a corner of the room. Here, they could unwind after a hectic day and even talk about Torchwood business without drawing unwanted attention. The pub was popular, so it was always crowded, always loud enough to drown out their voices.

Jack swallowed and let his eyes roam through the room, catching a glimpse of Ianto and Tosh at the bar, getting another round. Ianto had changed into jeans, a red pullover and trainers after Jack had asked him to. Usually, he stayed in his suit even when they were going out for a drink, but tonight, Jack wanted him in casual clothes. He planned to take him back to his flat and strip him naked without worrying about the expensive suit.

He turned back to Owen and Gwen sitting opposite him. ”There's always an ulterior motive where UNIT is concerned.”

Gwen looked up from her mobile and tucked her long, dark hair behind her ears. ”You could just complain to General Leslie.”

Owen snorted. ”Yeah, because that wouldn't make him look like a five-year old running to his mum at all.”

”I'm just saying.” Gwen focussed on the text she intended to send to Rhys again. Jack's eyes strayed to her engagement ring and he smiled. The both of them still seemed to be living in soon-to-be-wed bliss.

Owen shrugged. ”Maybe I can give him a hint. I mean, I'm your doctor and I know for a fact that your immortality has got nothing to do with anything a doctor or a scientist can explain. I could tell him that. Give him the files from the 70s.”

Jack shook his head. ”He seems like the type who won't let go just like that.” He narrowed his eyes. ”And I don't want him to see my files.” He'd gotten them from UNIT in the 80s through not very legal measures that involved one of UNIT's cutest archivists and handcuffs. They were safely stored in Torchwood's secure archives. UNIT didn't seem to miss them. With a bit of luck, they would never want to open the file Harkness again.

”Now you really do sound like a five year old,” Owen said with a grin and a bit of the humorous sparkle that had lived in his brown eyes before his semi-dead state returned.

Gwen put her mobile down on the table when Tosh and Ianto arrived with their drinks. Ianto dropped onto the bench next to Jack, while Tosh squeezed in next to Gwen and Owen. Jack took the beer Ianto had brought him with one hand and wrapped the other arm around Ianto's back, his fingers sneaking underneath the sweater to touch warm skin. His fingertips dipped underneath Ianto's waistband.

Ianto looked at him. ”Overeager, aren't you?”

Jack leaned in close and breathed Ianto in before answering softly, ”It's been a while.” Ianto turned his head and Jack pecked his lips.

Owen made a gagging noise. ”If I wasn't already dead …,” he grumbled.

Gwen nudged him with her elbow. ”Stop it, I think it's sweet.”

”Oh, yeah, it's so sweet. Before we know it, they'll be moving in together, giving fabulous dinner parties and becoming civil partners,” Owen continued mockingly.

Ianto's eyes slid away from Jack's and he took his own pint, sipping slowly. Jack felt him tense up and curled his hand around Ianto's hip.

Tosh frowned at Owen. ”What would be so bad about that?”

”We're Torchwood,” Owen answered. He looked at Jack pointedly. ”Sweet just isn't for us.” It got deathly quiet around the table. Then Gwen's mobile beeped. She ignored it. Owen cleared his throat. ”I killed the mood now. Sorry about that.” He didn't sound sorry.

Gwen snapped, ”Just because you're miserable doesn't mean we all have to be.”

Jack raised one hand. ”Gwen.” She looked at him and he shook his head. 'Don't be too hard on him.' He'd been alive long enough and had had enough low points to know that, sooner or later, Owen would realize that hurting others wasn't lessening his own pain. His jabs had been pointier and meaner over the last few days – ever since Martha had returned to UNIT and Owen's situation had really caught up with him. Jack was willing to give him a few more days to pull himself together, after that, though, he would take him aside for a chat.

His hand squeezed Ianto to him, knowing Owen's words had struck something because Ianto kept avoiding everyone's eyes and instead was overly occupied with the menu. Jack decided to just pretend nothing had happened. ”Peralta isn't going to get me as a lab rat. And, Owen, I want you to avoid him finding out about you. If he doesn't find anything of interest, he'll be gone by the end of the week and we can get back to normal.”


Ianto's breathing was ragged and fast in Jack's ear, his fingers tight around Jack's cock and clenched in the sheets. Jack tightened his legs around Ianto's waist, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper, winding his fingers through Ianto's hair, pulling him in for a kiss. His orgasm was approaching fast and he whispered Ianto's name as he came and felt Ianto shudder through his own orgasm. Ianto's body went slack and sank down on Jack's. Jack wrapped his arms around him, running calming hands up and down the sweaty back.

They spent the next minutes in silence, then Ianto pulled away. He reached down a hand as he stood. Jack smiled at him.

The hot water of the shower made Ianto's skin slick, seducing Jack into placing several kisses along Ianto's jawline and down his neck to his shoulder. He slid his arms around him and settled one hand on the swell of Ianto's arse. Ianto chuckled and slicked his dark, wet hair back from his forehead. Then he kissed Jack's lips. Jack saw something brooding in Ianto's bright eyes: a thought, a question, a problem … Jack didn't know what exactly it was but he could see that it distracted Ianto a bit. ”Alright?” he asked.

Ianto smiled. ”Right now? Perfect.” He leaned in to kiss Jack again. His tongue pushed into Jack's mouth, bringing hot water with it. Jack pulled Ianto closer and changed the angle of their kiss a bit to avoid swallowing more water. His thumb rubbed Ianto's flushed cheek tenderly. He broke reluctantly away after a while and shut off the water.

They changed the sheets together and Ianto put on dark pyjama bottoms which rode deliciously low on his hips, accentuating his pale skin, before falling into bed and pulling the duvet up. He closed his eyes tiredly. Jack picked up his pants and put them on, then his trousers. Ianto opened his eyes when Jack buttoned up his shirt. He frowned. ”What are you doing?”

”I'm sleeping at the Hub,” Jack answered. ”I have to keep an eye on Peralta.”

”All essential doors are locked. You even had me searching for the key to your desk drawer, Jack.”

”I don't trust him.”

Ianto sat up in bed. ”I'll come with you.”

”Don't be silly.” Jack sat on the edge of the bed. He kissed Ianto, one of his hands settling low on his hip to play with the waistband of the pyjama bottoms. Ianto's fingers curled around Jack's braces, tugging him closer. Jack obeyed and kissed Ianto's lips. ”Besides,” he added, ”I forgot to bring my overnight bag.”

”You shouldn't need an overnight bag,” Ianto answered.

Jack smiled and tilted his head. ”I shouldn't?”

”Not if you started leaving some of your stuff here.” Ianto's eyes avoided Jack's and his intent was suddenly crystal clear. This had been the problem he'd been distracted by.

Jack sighed deeply. ”Is this because of what Owen said?”

Ianto shrugged. ”A bit.”

”Well, stop worrying about it. He's just bitter. You know how he can get. Especially now.”

”Is that a no?” Ianto asked with a frown. ”Because … well, it's just a few clothes in my drawers and your toothbrush in my bathroom.”

”Is it just that?” Jack asked with narrowed eyes. ”Or are you asking me to move in with you?”

Ianto's eyes flinched away, focussing on the wall, the closet, the red duvet, the shadows the orange street lamps were throwing against his curtains … everything but Jack. ”What's so wrong about that?”

”Nothing. Just …” He cupped Ianto's cheek. ”I don't think we're ready.”

”I think we're ready. We've known each other long enough.”

Jack closed his eyes. ”I don't think so. Sorry.” He got up and put on his coat, the old wool settling on his shoulders like a friendly arm.

”Why?” Ianto asked.

Jack didn't turn around to him. He couldn't look at Ianto right now. ”You're making this complicated.”

”Well, tough. We're adults, Jack. Adult relationships are complicated.”

Jack turned around and pointed one finger at Ianto in anger. ”Don't you start to be all condescending with me.”

”I'm not. I'm just … I'm not asking for anything big, Jack, just … for you to spend more time with me. I know you said we'd date but we barely manage that. There's just always something in the way. If you moved in, we could spend more time together without all that. And let's face it: you already spend half your nights here.”

”Yeah, well, it won't work, Ianto.”

”Why not?”

”Because I don't want to,” Jack answered. He turned away when he saw hurt flicker across Ianto's boyish features. ”Listen,” he started and turned back to face Ianto again.

Ianto just shook his head. ”No, I understand.”

”I doubt you do. You couldn't possibly understand.”

With that he left.


Gwen had had plans this morning. She'd wanted to get up and have breakfast with Rhys, then drive to work and stop by the small bakery they all favoured to get pastries for everyone.

Instead, she found herself being woken by Jack calling her on her mobile and only half an hour later she entered a house in the outskirts of Cardiff. Looking around, she felt as if she was visiting her grandmother. The place was cluttered with all kinds of kitsch and old-fashioned furniture. If it hadn't been for the police milling about, she would have expected a little old lady coming out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and carrying a tray of freshly baked biscuits.

As it was, the only person coming out of the kitchen was Jack, wearing his blue RAF greatcoat and a deep frown on his handsome face. He shooed aside a young PC and waved Gwen closer. Gwen took in his tired eyes and grim face. “You look awful.”

”Not as awful as the victim,” he answered, effectively telling her to leave him alone and focus on the job.

She stepped past him into the kitchen where Owen was crouched on the floor, examining a body. ”He's having a bad hair day,” Owen said, earning himself a disapproving glare from Jack.

Gwen had a closer look at the body. It was the corpse of a man, or at least she assumed that it was a man. His face was barely recognizable. His skull looked like it had been crushed. Gwen wished she hadn't eaten that sandwich on her way over here. She put a hand over her mouth. ”Oh my God.”

”Liam Humphries,” Owen replied, ”according to his drivers license. He was 71 years old when somebody decided to kill him last night.”

Ianto appeared from behind Gwen. ”I spoke to the neighbour who called it in this morning. She says that Mr. Humphries lived alone since his wife passed away two years ago. And she says that he and her were … tentatively building up to a date.”

Owen snorted. ”Well, she should have acted faster. Nobody will date this guy ever again.”

Gwen swallowed some bile when she saw something that looked like brain matter smeared on the floor. ”Who did this?”

Jack answered, ”No human, no Weevil. That's for sure.”

Owen pulled off his gloves. ”I'll have to do an autopsy.”

Tosh entered the kitchen, her PDA in her hand. ”There was no Rift activity last night and I can't find any chronon particles in the air. Whatever happened, if the cause for his death came through the Rift, it has been here long enough to lose any indication of Rift travel.”

Gwen frowned. ”So how do we know it's a case for us?”

Jack took her hand. ”Easy enough.” He pulled her into the living room and pointed at a wall she hadn't paid attention to until now. She was shocked to find a message in black ink scrawled on the tapestry.

Torchwood – this is your fault.

Chapter 3
Horizon Masterlist


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Jul. 11th, 2013 04:43 pm (UTC)
*gulp* This is eerily familiar...
Jul. 12th, 2013 04:34 pm (UTC)
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