Timelord!Ianto: To Love 2
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Ours to Love 2
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Living on another planet
Rating: G
Dedication: For the birthday boy himself. Happy birthday Ianto!
Summary: Jack and Ianto settle on a hospital planet to have their child.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, chorus of OCs
Contains: Pregnancy
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
-1 Months:
Jack used his usual time agency tricks to rent them a luxury villa with everything first time parents could possibly need to help them through the pregnancy, including a live-in housekeeper. The Ben-Afrai-Iloma was a country in itself, with towering cities, rural villages and coastal holiday resorts all catering to expectant parents and young families. At the centre of each region, the hospital buildings sprawled in pleasant gardens, with individual observation houses surrounding the wards and surgeries.
The neighbourhood that they were living in was luxurious and insular, but it was close to the bustle of the city and provided easy access to the coast and an inland lake retreat. They had a few days settling in there and getting to know their housekeeper before their first appointment at the hospital in the city. It was close enough and late enough in the afternoon that they walked in, and stopped for lunch at a street café to watch the world go by.
An hour later they were shown into a comfortable study, where a smartly dressed doctor greeted them with a warm handshake. “Good afternoon. I'm doctor Firo Coptu, but you're welcome to call me Firo. Welcome to Ben-Afrai-Iloma,” he indicated the sofa and they sat. “I hope your accommodation is as you expected?”
“Even better,” Jack assured him. “It's perfect.”
“That's what we like to hear.” He picked up a tablet from down by the side of his chair and traced his finger down the screen. “Now, let's being, shall we? I'm sure you want to get on. Why don't you tell me what you want, to begin with?”
Jack reached for Ianto's hand and held it. “Well,” he started, “Ianto and I have been together... a long time. And we want to have a child, a child who is part of both of us, and I'd like to carry them.”
Firo slid his fingers across the screen and nodded. “You're sure you want to carry? There are other options which would be easier on you, and you could still be involved with every stage of the pregnancy.”
“We've considered it,” Jack assured him. “But I definitely want to do this. I took part in a clinical trial. Swore I'd never do it again, but I think I always knew I'd meet someone I'd change my mind for,” he added to Ianto.
“Well that makes it easier,” Firo noted cheerfully. He rested his fingertips on the screen and turned his attention to Ianto. “Do you have any experience with assisted parenthood?”
“No experience with parenthood at all. My species are not capable of unassisted reproduction, and it was... not my specialist subject.” He held his breath, worrying about the response he'd get, but Firo just took it as an opportunity to discuss and explain the issues and processes of interspecies assisted parenthood, and the stages that Jack's pregnancy would take.
The meeting took two hours in total, and they left with a tablet loaded with all the information they'd discussed and a calendar which would allow them and the medical team to arrange appointments. The weather had turned cooler so they caught a taxi back to their villa, and Ianto spent the journey reading through the information on the tablet. Jack was quiet, lost in thought, and Ianto left him to it until they got home and flopped in the lounge on a corner sofa.
He collected Jack's feet into his lap and started massaging them firmly. “Memories?” he asked eventually. “Happy or sad?”
Jack sighed and shrugged. “Bit of both, I suppose. Wondering what happened to the child I carried. Their dads were working for the government or something, so the anonymity of a clinical trial suited them. No way to find out who was carrying their child, and no way for the carrier to track them down afterwards. A clean break.”
“Did you get counselling?”
“Yeah.” Jack's eyes closed, but he was smiling in Ianto's direction. “Once I got to the Time Angency. Ze had a lot of work to do with me. I was messed up.”
Ianto lightened his touch so that it tickled and teased, “Was?”
He yelped, glared and then swung around to pounce on Ianto and roll them both off the sofa and onto the floor. Ianto laughed into his neck and clung so that Jack couldn't get the space to tickle him. Once it was safe he sat up and trailed his hands down Jack's chest to his waist. “I think we should go and lock the bedroom door for a while,” he suggested, circling his thumbs over Jack's stomach.
Jack's answering smile was slow, warm and sweet, and he pulled Ianto back down and kissed him there in the middle of the lounge floor until their housekeeper nearly tripped over them.
0 Months
Jack settled back in the operating chair and reached for Ianto's hand. He'd been taking the hormone supplements for two weeks, and his body had accepted the artificial womb without complications. Now it was time for the impregnation, and he was practically tense with nervous excitement.
Ianto rubbed his hand and arm soothingly, and ignored the door opening and whoever had come in until Dr Firo was standing next to him. He looked up at last and smiled. “Are we ready?”
“Ready to go,” Firo confirmed. “If you ccould sit back on the chair, we can begin. Don't want to get you pregnant as well, do we?”
He settled back into the safe zone, but kept hold of Jack's hand. “Two of us at once would be a bit much, I think.”
“We do recommend that there is at least one non-carrying parent per carrier,” he agreed. “Jack is lucky to have you there – he'll rely on your heavily for emotional support, errand running and making him midnight snacks.”
“I know.” He squeezed Jack's hand and smiled at him. “He'll miss my coffee, though.”
“You could make him decaff,” Firo suggested. He tapped something out on his tablet and set it aside. “Right, Jack, deep breaths and relax for me.”
“Decaff isn't the same,” Jack grumbled, but he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, his fingers loosening their grip on Ianto's. “Ianto makes the best coffee in the Empire.”
“It's certainly kept us together.” He rubbed the back of Jack's hand and watched the swirl of blue and purple lights from the machine in front of them. Firo bent to it and the lights focussed into sharp clarity. A moment later they flashed out and Firo pulled the machine back on its stand. “Was that it?”
“That was it,” Firo confirmed. Jack was rubbing his stomach, and sat up properly next to Ianto. “Jack, are you feeling discomfort?”
“Just phantom fullness.” He arched his back and shrugged. “And not the fun kind.”
“Alright, then.” Firo picked his tablet up again and swiped his finger across it. “Come and see me if they persist. It's not unusual for subsequent-time carriers to experience phantom symptoms, but it's best to be sure. Otherwise, your next appointment with me will be in a month. It's on your calendar.”
They thanked him and left, passing a young couple in the waiting room and wishing them all the best. In the foyer Ianto found Jack's hand and held it tightly, and couldn't stop smiling.
1 month
Ianto put his shopping into the teleport box at the garden gate and got back in the car to park it in the drive. The convenience of contemporary technologies was making him lazy, so the job was aimed at getting him out of the house more often, out into the world. Jack was sprawled on the sofa when he got in, and was using the slim controller to skim through photographs on the wallscreen. He hung his jacket on the coathanger he'd left by the door and left it on a hook, left his shoes against the wall and went to lean on the back of the sofa where he could play with Jack's hair and watch the photographs. “You went out to the lake, then?”
“Yeah, spent the whole afternoon out there.” He rubbed his head against Ianto's chest and patted the sofa next to him. “Do you like the photos?”
“I love them. The weather was really good for you.” Ianto came around and sat next to Jack without taking his eyes off the screen. “I love the light on the water, and the colour of the woods is amazing now.”
“It is. We should go out there again. When's your next day off?”
“Fartha,” he said after a moment's thought. “Three days away.”
“Oh. Damn,” Jack said, emphasising it to get a point across. “I can't do Fartha.”
He knew that Jack knew his days already, so he took the remote off him and paused the photos. “Go on then, why can't you do Fartha?”
“I've got a commission.” he beamed and cupped Ianto's face. “There was a commune out there for the day, celebrating the last month for their carriers, and they saw me taking photos, liked my work and asked me to come down to the beach and do some photos of their carriers.”
“That'll be fun for you.” Ianto pressed his lips against Jack's temple and smiled. “Am I invited?”
“Of course you're invited.” He tucked his legs up on the sofa and curled into Ianto. “And on Grautha we could go out to the lake; take a picnic, go for a swim.”
“I'd like that.” They settled down, with Jack curled against Ianto and wrapped in his arms, and he set the slideshow of photographs going again.
2 Months
Ianto rubbed the back of his neck and followed the noises to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet to get an anti-nausea injection and sat on the tiles next to Jack, who was pressing the glass of water against his forehead and extended his other arm for Ianto to inject. “I hate morning sickness,” he grumbled, “I got it really bad last time, I think.”
“We'll go and see Firo in the morning,” Ianto told him firmly. “Once you get back to bed I'll arrange you an appointment. The anti-nausea isn't doing enough.”
“I'm fine...” Jack trailed off and drained the glass, spitting it out into the toilet and then flushing it again. “Alright. But I'm only coming back to bed if you come too.”
“You only have to ask.” He got to his feet again and disposed of the syringe and its packaging in the wall-unit. Jack was at just the right height for him to comb his fingers through his hair. “You're probably not tired, are you?”
“Not really. Lethargic. Could do with a bath, actually.” He looked pleadingly up at Ianto, and Ianto had fallen for his soulful expressions so many times over the last century that not doing so was unthinkable.
The controls for the bath were by the door, so he set the instructions and stroked Jack's head once more, then left him sitting on the bathroom floor and hugging the empty glass. He'd left the tablet in the living area when he'd heard Jack, so he retrieved it and went to the kitchen to get Jack a glass of cordial as well. When he returned to the bathroom Jack was sitting on the edge of the bath, holding his hand under the tap and paddling his feet in the water.
It was big enough for four, so once they settled into the rising water Jack stretched out and tried to float on it, whilst Ianto held the tablet out of the water and organised an appointment for him. Once he was done he stashed it in the holder on the wall above them and reached out to pull Jack into his lap for a hug. “Are you feeling any better now?” he asked, rubbing one hand on Jack's flat stomach. “Anything I can get you?”
“Just keep doing that.” Jack smiled against his neck and nestled close.
3 months
He rubbed at his eyes, finished his coffee and started on the database again. It was mind-numbing work, but it was a job and it paid reasonably well, and he got a discount on the frankly disturbing range of babywear and bedding that they sold. And no one was shooting at him, or at his work.
The light in the next room went out and the frosted glass panel between them darkened. He watched the shadow moving from there around to the door of his office, and Greta, his boss, leaned around the door, looking surprised. “Ianto? Why are you still here?”
He folded his hands over the control panel and sighed. “I wanted to get this database finished tonight, then I don't have to do another day on it.”
“I see.” She gave him a knowing look and came into the room, setting her bag down by the door. “Pardon me for being nosy, but did you tell Jack you were working so late?”
“He knows.” She gave him an understanding look and he sighed. “I just needed some space. Jack's being very... I don't know.”
Greta pulled out the visitor's chair and sat down with one ankle resting on the other knee. “Why don't you tell me about it?”
“I need some space,” he sighed. “Breathing room, thinking space. Just time alone. He's normally very good about recognising when I need space, but the last week or so he's barely let me be when I've been home.”
“Do you need a couple of days off?”
He laughed and shook his head. “I need a couple of days on. Work is a buffer, it always has been. I love him, but he can be hard work.”
“Relationships are like that.” She stood up again and brushed her tunic down. “Go home, Ianto. I need to lock up, I can't lock up with you in here, and you need to think, not stare at a database. Walk home – it'll do you the world of good.”
He took her advice, and walked from the shopping centre into their neighbourhood. His route took him through the park at the edge of the shopping district, under avenues of trees that framed paths lined with lush flowerbeds. It was the beginning of summer, and pollen drifted from the trees to blanket the path and soften his footsteps. Petals caught in his hair and on his clothes, softly scented and slightly sticky. On the grass to either side of him he could see family groups, but the families with children had gone home, leaving an atmosphere of cool calm behind. The climate of the city was kind to pregnant parents, with mild winters and cool summers, although the rain was frequent and heavy.
Leaving the park behind he entered the gated neighbourhood that they lived in, and quickened his pace along the roads. Groups of children played in some of the gardens, and in other houses he could see the families and couples sitting down to their evening meals. Their villa was around the corner, and when he came in sight of it he stopped, suddenly guilty. Jack was sitting on the porch with his chin in his hands, and wouldn't meet Ianto's eyes as he finally approached.
Ianto sat next to him carefully and reached for one of his hands. He pressed it between both of his own until Jack relaxed and leaned to the side, resting his head on Ianto's shoulder. “I thought something had happened to you,” he said at last, in a voice so quiet that Ianto barely heard it. “You said you'd be late, but I didn't think you'd be this late.”
“I just needed to get my head in order. The last few months have been a lot to think about.”
Jack sat up, curling his fingers around Ianto's. “We're still alright, then?”
“We're dysfunctional, same as we have been for the last hundred years.” He sighed and rested his head against Jack's. “Anything else would be boring.”
“Yeah.” Jack stood up and offered Ianto his hand. When Ianto was standing, Jack wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him softly. A car came past and he turned to lead Ianto into the house. “By the way, where's the car?”
Ianto closed his eyes and sighed. “I drove to work this morning, didn't I?”
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Ours to Love 2
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Living on another planet
Rating: G
Dedication: For the birthday boy himself. Happy birthday Ianto!
Summary: Jack and Ianto settle on a hospital planet to have their child.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, chorus of OCs
Contains: Pregnancy
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
-1 Months:
Jack used his usual time agency tricks to rent them a luxury villa with everything first time parents could possibly need to help them through the pregnancy, including a live-in housekeeper. The Ben-Afrai-Iloma was a country in itself, with towering cities, rural villages and coastal holiday resorts all catering to expectant parents and young families. At the centre of each region, the hospital buildings sprawled in pleasant gardens, with individual observation houses surrounding the wards and surgeries.
The neighbourhood that they were living in was luxurious and insular, but it was close to the bustle of the city and provided easy access to the coast and an inland lake retreat. They had a few days settling in there and getting to know their housekeeper before their first appointment at the hospital in the city. It was close enough and late enough in the afternoon that they walked in, and stopped for lunch at a street café to watch the world go by.
An hour later they were shown into a comfortable study, where a smartly dressed doctor greeted them with a warm handshake. “Good afternoon. I'm doctor Firo Coptu, but you're welcome to call me Firo. Welcome to Ben-Afrai-Iloma,” he indicated the sofa and they sat. “I hope your accommodation is as you expected?”
“Even better,” Jack assured him. “It's perfect.”
“That's what we like to hear.” He picked up a tablet from down by the side of his chair and traced his finger down the screen. “Now, let's being, shall we? I'm sure you want to get on. Why don't you tell me what you want, to begin with?”
Jack reached for Ianto's hand and held it. “Well,” he started, “Ianto and I have been together... a long time. And we want to have a child, a child who is part of both of us, and I'd like to carry them.”
Firo slid his fingers across the screen and nodded. “You're sure you want to carry? There are other options which would be easier on you, and you could still be involved with every stage of the pregnancy.”
“We've considered it,” Jack assured him. “But I definitely want to do this. I took part in a clinical trial. Swore I'd never do it again, but I think I always knew I'd meet someone I'd change my mind for,” he added to Ianto.
“Well that makes it easier,” Firo noted cheerfully. He rested his fingertips on the screen and turned his attention to Ianto. “Do you have any experience with assisted parenthood?”
“No experience with parenthood at all. My species are not capable of unassisted reproduction, and it was... not my specialist subject.” He held his breath, worrying about the response he'd get, but Firo just took it as an opportunity to discuss and explain the issues and processes of interspecies assisted parenthood, and the stages that Jack's pregnancy would take.
The meeting took two hours in total, and they left with a tablet loaded with all the information they'd discussed and a calendar which would allow them and the medical team to arrange appointments. The weather had turned cooler so they caught a taxi back to their villa, and Ianto spent the journey reading through the information on the tablet. Jack was quiet, lost in thought, and Ianto left him to it until they got home and flopped in the lounge on a corner sofa.
He collected Jack's feet into his lap and started massaging them firmly. “Memories?” he asked eventually. “Happy or sad?”
Jack sighed and shrugged. “Bit of both, I suppose. Wondering what happened to the child I carried. Their dads were working for the government or something, so the anonymity of a clinical trial suited them. No way to find out who was carrying their child, and no way for the carrier to track them down afterwards. A clean break.”
“Did you get counselling?”
“Yeah.” Jack's eyes closed, but he was smiling in Ianto's direction. “Once I got to the Time Angency. Ze had a lot of work to do with me. I was messed up.”
Ianto lightened his touch so that it tickled and teased, “Was?”
He yelped, glared and then swung around to pounce on Ianto and roll them both off the sofa and onto the floor. Ianto laughed into his neck and clung so that Jack couldn't get the space to tickle him. Once it was safe he sat up and trailed his hands down Jack's chest to his waist. “I think we should go and lock the bedroom door for a while,” he suggested, circling his thumbs over Jack's stomach.
Jack's answering smile was slow, warm and sweet, and he pulled Ianto back down and kissed him there in the middle of the lounge floor until their housekeeper nearly tripped over them.
0 Months
Jack settled back in the operating chair and reached for Ianto's hand. He'd been taking the hormone supplements for two weeks, and his body had accepted the artificial womb without complications. Now it was time for the impregnation, and he was practically tense with nervous excitement.
Ianto rubbed his hand and arm soothingly, and ignored the door opening and whoever had come in until Dr Firo was standing next to him. He looked up at last and smiled. “Are we ready?”
“Ready to go,” Firo confirmed. “If you ccould sit back on the chair, we can begin. Don't want to get you pregnant as well, do we?”
He settled back into the safe zone, but kept hold of Jack's hand. “Two of us at once would be a bit much, I think.”
“We do recommend that there is at least one non-carrying parent per carrier,” he agreed. “Jack is lucky to have you there – he'll rely on your heavily for emotional support, errand running and making him midnight snacks.”
“I know.” He squeezed Jack's hand and smiled at him. “He'll miss my coffee, though.”
“You could make him decaff,” Firo suggested. He tapped something out on his tablet and set it aside. “Right, Jack, deep breaths and relax for me.”
“Decaff isn't the same,” Jack grumbled, but he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, his fingers loosening their grip on Ianto's. “Ianto makes the best coffee in the Empire.”
“It's certainly kept us together.” He rubbed the back of Jack's hand and watched the swirl of blue and purple lights from the machine in front of them. Firo bent to it and the lights focussed into sharp clarity. A moment later they flashed out and Firo pulled the machine back on its stand. “Was that it?”
“That was it,” Firo confirmed. Jack was rubbing his stomach, and sat up properly next to Ianto. “Jack, are you feeling discomfort?”
“Just phantom fullness.” He arched his back and shrugged. “And not the fun kind.”
“Alright, then.” Firo picked his tablet up again and swiped his finger across it. “Come and see me if they persist. It's not unusual for subsequent-time carriers to experience phantom symptoms, but it's best to be sure. Otherwise, your next appointment with me will be in a month. It's on your calendar.”
They thanked him and left, passing a young couple in the waiting room and wishing them all the best. In the foyer Ianto found Jack's hand and held it tightly, and couldn't stop smiling.
1 month
Ianto put his shopping into the teleport box at the garden gate and got back in the car to park it in the drive. The convenience of contemporary technologies was making him lazy, so the job was aimed at getting him out of the house more often, out into the world. Jack was sprawled on the sofa when he got in, and was using the slim controller to skim through photographs on the wallscreen. He hung his jacket on the coathanger he'd left by the door and left it on a hook, left his shoes against the wall and went to lean on the back of the sofa where he could play with Jack's hair and watch the photographs. “You went out to the lake, then?”
“Yeah, spent the whole afternoon out there.” He rubbed his head against Ianto's chest and patted the sofa next to him. “Do you like the photos?”
“I love them. The weather was really good for you.” Ianto came around and sat next to Jack without taking his eyes off the screen. “I love the light on the water, and the colour of the woods is amazing now.”
“It is. We should go out there again. When's your next day off?”
“Fartha,” he said after a moment's thought. “Three days away.”
“Oh. Damn,” Jack said, emphasising it to get a point across. “I can't do Fartha.”
He knew that Jack knew his days already, so he took the remote off him and paused the photos. “Go on then, why can't you do Fartha?”
“I've got a commission.” he beamed and cupped Ianto's face. “There was a commune out there for the day, celebrating the last month for their carriers, and they saw me taking photos, liked my work and asked me to come down to the beach and do some photos of their carriers.”
“That'll be fun for you.” Ianto pressed his lips against Jack's temple and smiled. “Am I invited?”
“Of course you're invited.” He tucked his legs up on the sofa and curled into Ianto. “And on Grautha we could go out to the lake; take a picnic, go for a swim.”
“I'd like that.” They settled down, with Jack curled against Ianto and wrapped in his arms, and he set the slideshow of photographs going again.
2 Months
Ianto rubbed the back of his neck and followed the noises to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet to get an anti-nausea injection and sat on the tiles next to Jack, who was pressing the glass of water against his forehead and extended his other arm for Ianto to inject. “I hate morning sickness,” he grumbled, “I got it really bad last time, I think.”
“We'll go and see Firo in the morning,” Ianto told him firmly. “Once you get back to bed I'll arrange you an appointment. The anti-nausea isn't doing enough.”
“I'm fine...” Jack trailed off and drained the glass, spitting it out into the toilet and then flushing it again. “Alright. But I'm only coming back to bed if you come too.”
“You only have to ask.” He got to his feet again and disposed of the syringe and its packaging in the wall-unit. Jack was at just the right height for him to comb his fingers through his hair. “You're probably not tired, are you?”
“Not really. Lethargic. Could do with a bath, actually.” He looked pleadingly up at Ianto, and Ianto had fallen for his soulful expressions so many times over the last century that not doing so was unthinkable.
The controls for the bath were by the door, so he set the instructions and stroked Jack's head once more, then left him sitting on the bathroom floor and hugging the empty glass. He'd left the tablet in the living area when he'd heard Jack, so he retrieved it and went to the kitchen to get Jack a glass of cordial as well. When he returned to the bathroom Jack was sitting on the edge of the bath, holding his hand under the tap and paddling his feet in the water.
It was big enough for four, so once they settled into the rising water Jack stretched out and tried to float on it, whilst Ianto held the tablet out of the water and organised an appointment for him. Once he was done he stashed it in the holder on the wall above them and reached out to pull Jack into his lap for a hug. “Are you feeling any better now?” he asked, rubbing one hand on Jack's flat stomach. “Anything I can get you?”
“Just keep doing that.” Jack smiled against his neck and nestled close.
3 months
He rubbed at his eyes, finished his coffee and started on the database again. It was mind-numbing work, but it was a job and it paid reasonably well, and he got a discount on the frankly disturbing range of babywear and bedding that they sold. And no one was shooting at him, or at his work.
The light in the next room went out and the frosted glass panel between them darkened. He watched the shadow moving from there around to the door of his office, and Greta, his boss, leaned around the door, looking surprised. “Ianto? Why are you still here?”
He folded his hands over the control panel and sighed. “I wanted to get this database finished tonight, then I don't have to do another day on it.”
“I see.” She gave him a knowing look and came into the room, setting her bag down by the door. “Pardon me for being nosy, but did you tell Jack you were working so late?”
“He knows.” She gave him an understanding look and he sighed. “I just needed some space. Jack's being very... I don't know.”
Greta pulled out the visitor's chair and sat down with one ankle resting on the other knee. “Why don't you tell me about it?”
“I need some space,” he sighed. “Breathing room, thinking space. Just time alone. He's normally very good about recognising when I need space, but the last week or so he's barely let me be when I've been home.”
“Do you need a couple of days off?”
He laughed and shook his head. “I need a couple of days on. Work is a buffer, it always has been. I love him, but he can be hard work.”
“Relationships are like that.” She stood up again and brushed her tunic down. “Go home, Ianto. I need to lock up, I can't lock up with you in here, and you need to think, not stare at a database. Walk home – it'll do you the world of good.”
He took her advice, and walked from the shopping centre into their neighbourhood. His route took him through the park at the edge of the shopping district, under avenues of trees that framed paths lined with lush flowerbeds. It was the beginning of summer, and pollen drifted from the trees to blanket the path and soften his footsteps. Petals caught in his hair and on his clothes, softly scented and slightly sticky. On the grass to either side of him he could see family groups, but the families with children had gone home, leaving an atmosphere of cool calm behind. The climate of the city was kind to pregnant parents, with mild winters and cool summers, although the rain was frequent and heavy.
Leaving the park behind he entered the gated neighbourhood that they lived in, and quickened his pace along the roads. Groups of children played in some of the gardens, and in other houses he could see the families and couples sitting down to their evening meals. Their villa was around the corner, and when he came in sight of it he stopped, suddenly guilty. Jack was sitting on the porch with his chin in his hands, and wouldn't meet Ianto's eyes as he finally approached.
Ianto sat next to him carefully and reached for one of his hands. He pressed it between both of his own until Jack relaxed and leaned to the side, resting his head on Ianto's shoulder. “I thought something had happened to you,” he said at last, in a voice so quiet that Ianto barely heard it. “You said you'd be late, but I didn't think you'd be this late.”
“I just needed to get my head in order. The last few months have been a lot to think about.”
Jack sat up, curling his fingers around Ianto's. “We're still alright, then?”
“We're dysfunctional, same as we have been for the last hundred years.” He sighed and rested his head against Jack's. “Anything else would be boring.”
“Yeah.” Jack stood up and offered Ianto his hand. When Ianto was standing, Jack wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him softly. A car came past and he turned to lead Ianto into the house. “By the way, where's the car?”
Ianto closed his eyes and sighed. “I drove to work this morning, didn't I?”
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