Pairings/Characters: Ianto/Jack, Tosh/Tommy, Owen, Martha Jones
Summary: Jack is the Foreman at a shipyard in Belfast. They are building what is rumoured to be the biggest and best cruise liner of all time - The Titanic. Ianto arrives at the shipyard having left Cardiff quickly to get away from his family and his ex-girlfriend, Lisa.
Rating: NC-17 Overall
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they belong to the BBC and RTD, I just like to experiment with them from time to time.
A/N This AU is a subject close to my heart. Having researched the history of it for English lessons at school, I decided to give it the Jack and Ianto treatment. I hope I do it justice and that you all enjoy it.
A/N2 Apologies for any of you who are getting this multiple times, it's cross posted.
Jack stretched, looked at his watch and smiled. He ached from head to toe, but it was a good ache. He was part of history in the making. He’d been working in Belfast for the last 5 years and for the last 3 he’d been on the contract to build what was going to be the greatest ship in the world – The Titanic. Jack had begun as a general labourer, then as the months progressed he’d been promoted to supervisor. He worked long hours and his men all respected him.
Jack Harkness had moved to the UK five years before, his parents had sent him to England partly because they’d heard that job prospects were better, but also to stop him from going to jail. He’d been in a spot of bother in his home town, he’d escaped being caught with his boyfriend by the authorities and both his own and his boyfriends parents had decided that having the Atlantic between the boys would be the best solution all around. Neither set of parents wanted their sons to go to prison. A 20 year old Jack had protested at first, wanting to stay, but when he realised the hurt he was causing he agreed to go and live with his aunt.
He’d never been allowed to explain to his boyfriend, John, he’d just had to disappear. Jack had tried writing to him but his letters always came back Return to Sender or Not Known at This Address. He’d missed John at first, but over the years it had gotten easier. He’d not had a boyfriend since he’d arrived in England, he hadn’t wanted to get caught here, but he was starting to feel lonely. He knew several guys who were in relationships, and although it was still frowned upon, he knew that the laws weren’t as strict as they had been in his home country. He knew he could still get into serious trouble, but he’d just have to be careful when he found someone he cared for. When Jack had heard that there was work to be had in Belfast, he’d packed up and moved. That, he realised was the best thing he’d ever done.
He collected his tools, told his gang to do the same, and made his way back to the workshop.
“Harkness, can you join me in my office? I need an urgent word with you.”
“Sure Mr Ismay, have I done something wrong?”
“No, not at all Jack, I just need to let you know what’s happening tomorrow.”
Jack had not spoken that much to Bruce Ismay in the past. He’d always thought the man to be stern. He followed him to the office.
“Right Harkness, I know you and your gang are hard workers, I’ve been hearing lots of good things about you all. That’s the reason I’m assigning five new workers to your gang tomorrow. We’ve taken on quite a few new men as we need to complete this work on time. The company doesn’t want any penalties imposed on us if we’re late finishing.”
“Oh, ok Sir, what are these men like?”
“By all accounts they’re excellent workers. One has just moved from Cardiff shipyard and comes with an excellent reference.”
“As long as they’re prepared to put the work in, then we’ll all get along fine Sir.”
“That’s what I thought, thank you Jack. I knew I could rely on you, now go home, have a good evening and we’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you Sir. I’ll make sure they settle in well. Goodnight.”
Jack left the office with a smile on his face. He was being recognised for his hard work and that was all he wanted. Well that and maybe someone to love.
Ianto Jones had left Cardiff just taking one bag full of clothes. He’d had enough of his family telling him what to do. His sister was as bad as his ex girlfriend. They’d been friends for years and it was Rhi’s idea that he take Lisa out. They’d started off ok but he found as their relationship progressed she became more possessive. He didn’t want that, he needed some time to himself, but she wanted to know where he was all the time. It had come to a head when he said he was thinking about applying for the job in Belfast. Lisa had told him she’d not wanted to move, and if he really loved her he’d stay in Cardiff and marry her.
His argument was that the work was better in Belfast and the chance to work on what had the potential to be the world’s greatest liner didn’t come along every day. Rhi had then gotten into the argument, telling him she’d never known anyone as selfish as her brother. He’d tried to tell the pair of them that it was better money and better prospects, but they’d told him not to be stupid, his life was in Cardiff and to make the best of what he’d got. He didn’t want to make the best of things, he wanted to improve his prospects. Lisa had walked out on him that night and he’d decided there and then he’d had enough of her, he didn’t really love here enough, so he packed up and left. He’d written a note for both Lisa and his sister telling them where he was going and if Lisa wanted him she knew where to find him.
Arriving in Belfast he’d found a bedsit and was due to begin work the following day. He was looking forward to hard work. He knew he’d done a good day’s work if at the end of the day he ached. He smiled to himself at the thought of meeting new people, then he began wondering what the foreman was like. He’d worked for some good men in the past, but this could be the time when the foreman was a tyrant. Stop painting a negative picture Ianto, you’ll find out soon enough when you start work tomorrow. He decided to get an early night, he didn’t want to be late on his first day.
Jack arrived early the following morning wanting to be ready for when the new men arrived. He’d decided that he’d put each of them with a worker who knew the ropes, for the first couple of days then see how they were coping and take it from there. He looked at his watch, just enough time to decide who would be responsible for the workers.
Jack smiled as he greeted his gang and called the guys over. He explained what was going to happen and they’d all agreed that it wouldn’t be a problem. He knew he could rely on his men to watch over the new guys.
A few minutes later the five new men arrived and Jack was already to assign them to members of his gang. As he was introducing each of the men to the new guys, he spotted a young man standing towards the back of the group. He stopped talking, the intensity of the blue eyes of the young man had taken his breath away. He’d never seen such crystal blue eyes on a man before. He was pleased he was wearing his overcoat as his blood supply was heading southwards very quickly. He pulled the coat around him and took a deep breath before he carried on. This reaction hadn’t happened to him for many years, not since….not since he’d met John Hart back in New York.
He tried to focus on assigning the new men to members of his gang, but his eyes were drawn back to the young man.
“Ok, finally” he managed to say, “is Ianto Jones here?”
The young man stepped forward, “that would be me Sir.”
“Oh, right….” Jack had to really concentrate on what he was doing. “Erm Mr Jones, you’ll be working with Tommy for the next few days, just to make sure you know the ropes. Is that ok?”
“Yes Sir, no problem.” Ianto hadn’t really taken much notice of the Foreman until he’d begun speaking. He was drawn to the American accent, wondering what a man like him was doing in Belfast.
As Ianto had walked into the workshop he’d seen the tall dark haired man in the overcoat talking to some of the men and wondered who he was. As the man had turned around Ianto had noticed the blue grey eyes of the man and had had to take a deep breath. The intensity of the stare had sent a shiver down his spine. Not one of dread he realised, but of….of what? Excitement? Interest? Ianto couldn’t figure out why he was feeling this way, but he realised it felt good. Stop it Jones he’s your Foreman, you’ve just ended a relationship with a woman, it’s illegal to have these feelings for another man. He tried to block the sensations from his mind, but the more he listened to the man talk and the more he looked at him, he realised he liked what he was feeling. Then when he’d called his name, just the way he’d uttered Ianto had sent his blood supply southwards. He was pleased he was holding his jacket, he could at least cover his….what?....reaction? with it.
“Sir” He had to concentrate on what was being said, “yes Sir that’s fine, I’m sure I’ll be able to learn from Tommy. Thank you.” He hoped he was making sense.
Jack watched Ianto Jones as he spoke to him, noticing a slight hesitation before he spoke. He had to find out more about this young man, there was more to him than just a labourer. Well he hoped there was.
“Ok guys, let’s go get some work done, and remember, if you have any problems you know you can talk to me.” He looked directly at Ianto, not knowing why, but wanting him to know that he could talk to him about anything and at any time he needed.
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