galadriel1010 | Oneshot: Meadow Play

Title: Meadow Play
Characters: Jack/Iato, OCs - Mirabelle and Andrew Harkness-Jones
Genre: Family fluff
Rating: G
Era: 2015
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Jack, Ianto and the kids have a quiet day in the meadow at the farm
Contains: Schmoop_bingo prompt: Cloud Watching
Dedication: For

istezada, just because
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.

Mirabelle straightened her crown and threw her arms out, laughing up into the sun. “Daddy, I'm a princess, look!”

He caught her up, laughing along, and her crown slipped from her hair. “Whoops. You've dropped your crown, your highness. And lost your clothes. Are they over the tree down by the nant?”

“Yes. They got wet,” she said, without a trace of guilt or worry, despite Ianto's expression over by the river where they'd been playing. “Taddy sent me to dry off.”

“Did he, now?” Jack looked at Ianto and raised his eyebrows, getting a nod in response before Ianto ducked below the bank again. “Well then. We'd better roll you in the grass to dry you off, hadn't we?” He set her down and pointed up the hill. “I'll race you to the top!”

She shrieked and hared off ahead of him up the hill, nearly hidden in the long grass. He gave her just long enough to beat him to the top, building up theatrically, then chased off behind her to flop next to her at the top of the hill, panting. “Whoa, Belle. You're really fast.”

Belle sat on his chest. “I beated you,” she crowed. “I beated you Daddy.”

“So you did.” He sat up a bit and she tumbled backwards to lie across his legs. “Shall we roll?”

She scrambled back off his legs and stretched out on the grass at the top of the shallow slope. “Push me, Daddy!”

“Okay pet, I'll push you,” he laughed and leaned over to push her down the hill, laughing and screaming, then propped himself up on his elbows to watch Ianto emerge from the riverbank, shirtless and wet, to catch her at the bottom. “Well held that man,” he called.

Ianto tucked Belle under his arm, upside down so that she laughed and clutched at daisies, and made his way up the field, calling over his shoulder for Andrew. At the top of the hill he laid her out next to Jack and flopped down on her other side, tickling her stomach idly. “Are you tired yet, Monster?”

“No,” she giggled and writhed under his fingers. “Taddy stop it!”

“Alright then.” He dropped his hand and stretched out on his back, grimacing when Belle rolled to the side and plastered herself against him. “Belle, you're wet.”

Andrew joined them on Jack's other side and let Jack hug him close with one arm. “I can see a dragon.”

Jack's eyes flashed open and he tensed up. “What? Where?”

“There,” Andrew pointed up at a towering cloud over the opposite hillside. “See, there's its nose, and there's its wing, and that's its tail... but it's asleep, see? All curled up.”

Jack relaxed again and tilted his head. “I thought that was a rabbit.”

Andrew laughed and poked him. “Don't be silly. Rabbits don't have wings.”

“What about that?” Jack asked, pointing to a cloud over to their left. “Do you think it looks like a boat?”

“Spaceship,” Andrew corrected him. “Look, there's the neutrino turbo boosters and the transcendental stabilisation system. That one's a boat.”

Jack made a noise of comfortable disagreement. “I still think it looks like a boat.”

Ianto laughed. “I can see a sheep.”

“Tad, they all look like sheep,” Andrew sighed, snuggling in against Jack some more. “They're clouds.”

“Oh...” Ianto hid a smile and nodded. “Silly me.”

Jack reached out and dropped his hand over Ianto's, rubbing his fingertips against Ianto's palm. “Silly you.”