All Is Not As It Seems

Title: All Is Not As It Seems

Fandom: Torchwood/Harry Potter

Characters: Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harknes, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper, Albus Dumbledore, and a few more....

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It felt like he was moving, or more like something was moving with him on it and going fast. He vaguely wondered what he drank last night before attempting to rollover onto his side to find a body mass next to him. A small smile played on his lips as he put an arm around his bed partners’ middle. Slowly, as he and his partner settled into each other comfortably, he was becoming more aware of his surroundings.

The first thing that clicked in his mind was that he, in fact, was not laying in bed, but was laying sideways on an uncomfortable seat with his arm around a smaller than normal waist. The next thing he noticed was that there was a window open blowing in a rush of cold air and rain, making him wonder if his partner opened a window during the night. The last thing was the faint click-click-click of a train speeding over its tracks at an unknown speed.

He bolted upright, startling the person next to him. His heart hammered in his chest and his blue eyes scanned the area. It seemed to him that he was in a train compartment, and as he looked out the window that was to his immediate right saw a vast countryside landscape with rolling hills passing by, darkened by the lack of sun and the storm clouds which brought down a raging storm. Taking a more detailed look at his train compartment, he saw three children sat across from him, two girls and a boy all about the same age. Looking next to him, searching for his partner, he found another boy lying next to him.

It seemed to him that he was in trouble. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed, his arms wrapped around his lover as they slowly fell asleep after a seemingly endless day working at Torchwood Three. He did not remember getting on a train with a bunch of children and falling asleep.

The boy next to him stirred, slowly awakening, moaning and grunting as he realized he was rudely taken from his sleep when the man next to him jumped up. “Ugh, it’s too early, Yan, go back to sleep.”

Something about the boy was familiar to him. His jaw line and cleft chin were the first things to pop out at him. Once the boy opened his eyes a sliver to reveal the familiar blue-gray eyes that could stare deep into your soul and know everything.

“Jack?” he whispered, shocked that his own voice sounded childlike.

“I said, go back to sleep, Yan,” the boy groaned. “And close the window.”

Quickly he shook the boy, urgently saying his name again. “Jack, I think there’s something wrong…”

The boy groaned again and sat up straight before turning toward the man. “Ianto Jones, if I have to tie you down to make you leave me alone for a few hours, I will,” he smirked to himself. “Then again, I can tie you down and then tire you out with some vigorous activity.”

“Jack!” Ianto nearly screamed.

“What?” Jack said annoyed. He eyed Ianto very seriously. “Why do you look like you’re a kid?”

“You’re a kid, too, Jack,” Ianto pointed out. “We all are!”

Jack quickly assessed that, yes, he was a child and there were others in the compartment with them fast asleep and unawares of the scene in front of them. Upon further inspection, Jack pointed out that the other three sat across from them were the other members of the Torchwood team. Jack sat back and then looked out the window.