Oneshot: Surprise
Dec. 31st, 2010 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
galadriel1010Title: Surprise
Characters: Jack/Ianto, plus family
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Era: 2029
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: It's Jack's birthday, and there's a surprise waiting for him
Contains: Birthday celebrations, thinly veiled references to birthday celebrations that take place in bed, and interior design
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack swung his bag onto his shoulder and watched Ianto curiously. He looked cheerfully nervous, and Jack was certain that something was going on, but Ianto's deflection skills hadn't lessened with age; neither had his distraction skills, which had kept Jack in bed for several hours longer than he'd intended this morning, until hunger finally put paid to round three. Not that he was complaining at all, despite the fact that sitting down had been a little uncomfortable over breakfast and the first part of the drive up to the farm.
Ianto met his gaze, guileless as always, and nodded towards the house. “Are you going to come in, or stand there watching me all afternoon?”
“Coming,” he confirmed, smirking. “I was just thinking about this morning.”
“Uh oh. Do I need to take you somewhere private?” Ianto suggested with a flash of wicked grin.
Jack growled and tightened his grip on his bag. “You, Ianto Harkness-Jones, are a menace.”
“Really?” he asked mildly. “I hadn't noticed. Now come along; I need coffee.”
He did as he was told, as usual, and they made their way through the front door into the suspiciously quiet kitchen. The bags got left by the door, because he couldn't be bothered to take them upstairs yet, and he fished in the cupboard for the fruitcake he'd sent over with Belle and Andrew. “Ianto, you want a slice?”
“Hm?” He looked up from the coffee grinder and nodded. “Oh, yes please. I'm amazed they haven't eaten it all.”
“So am I actually.” He cut two slices and put the cake back in the cupboard. “Maybe they're ill?”
“They'd better not be,” Ianto growled playfully. “But, whilst they're being quiet and absent, how about we have tea in the hayloft?”
Jack laughed and put the slices of cake on a plate, then hooked an arm around Ianto's waist and kissed his cheek. The hayloft of the barn had been reorganised a couple of years before, when they got the outbuildings cleaned up for Belle and Andrew to have their own place each at the farm, so it was now a quiet place for relaxing with low sofas and tables and the stunning view across the valley. The kids barely used it now, except when they had friends over and the weather wasn't good enough for them to sit out in the meadow and the barn below wasn't suitable, so it had become Jack and Ianto's place, where they could often be found stretched out on a sofa with a good book and a jug of Pimms.
It was all getting rather civilised and middle-aged.
With the cake and coffees on a tray, carried, at his insistence, by Ianto, they propped open the kitchen door, knowing that no one could come up to the farm without them noticing, and crossed to the small side door of the barn. Ianto stepped back to let Jack in. “After you.”
Jack eyed him curiously and edged the door open, peering into the room. “Oh...”
“Surprise!” Belle and Will, Andrew, David and Steven, Mica and Greg, Rhiannon and Johnny, Alice and Tom, and John were standing around in the barn, firing party poppers at him and away from the huge spread of food against the far wall of the barn. With a tray nudging into his back, Jack found himself hugged and dragged into the room by Belle. “Happy birthday, Daddy,” she squeaked, kissing his cheek. “We thought you were never going to get here!”
“Don't look at me,” Jack laughed, hugging her tightly. “Your tad kept me busy all morning.”
“I know, I told him to.” She grinned and dragged him towards the waiting family. “Tad, don't stand in the doorway.”
“Sorry, Belle.” Ianto had offloaded the tray onto a side table and had his hands in his pockets. “Did you really not suspect, Jack?”
“Really not,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “Well, I don't know why...”
“Why this year?” Andrew asked. When Jack nodded, he shrugged. “You refused to give us anything to work on, so we decided to make this a big one regardless. Give us a chance to conspire with Tad instead of you.”
Jack reached out and hugged him with the other arm, holding both of his children at once and wishing he had another arm for Ianto. “Thank you. This is...”
“Daddy,” Belle chided, squeezing him. “No tears. Not even happy tears. Tad, come over here and shut him up!”
Ianto laughed and slid his arm around Jack's waist as the kids released him, meeting his lips in a soft kiss. “Happy Birthday, Jack.”
“Thank you.” He kissed Ianto again and looked around the whole family. “You're all mad, but I love you for it.”
Characters: Jack/Ianto, plus family
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Era: 2029
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: It's Jack's birthday, and there's a surprise waiting for him
Contains: Birthday celebrations, thinly veiled references to birthday celebrations that take place in bed, and interior design
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack swung his bag onto his shoulder and watched Ianto curiously. He looked cheerfully nervous, and Jack was certain that something was going on, but Ianto's deflection skills hadn't lessened with age; neither had his distraction skills, which had kept Jack in bed for several hours longer than he'd intended this morning, until hunger finally put paid to round three. Not that he was complaining at all, despite the fact that sitting down had been a little uncomfortable over breakfast and the first part of the drive up to the farm.
Ianto met his gaze, guileless as always, and nodded towards the house. “Are you going to come in, or stand there watching me all afternoon?”
“Coming,” he confirmed, smirking. “I was just thinking about this morning.”
“Uh oh. Do I need to take you somewhere private?” Ianto suggested with a flash of wicked grin.
Jack growled and tightened his grip on his bag. “You, Ianto Harkness-Jones, are a menace.”
“Really?” he asked mildly. “I hadn't noticed. Now come along; I need coffee.”
He did as he was told, as usual, and they made their way through the front door into the suspiciously quiet kitchen. The bags got left by the door, because he couldn't be bothered to take them upstairs yet, and he fished in the cupboard for the fruitcake he'd sent over with Belle and Andrew. “Ianto, you want a slice?”
“Hm?” He looked up from the coffee grinder and nodded. “Oh, yes please. I'm amazed they haven't eaten it all.”
“So am I actually.” He cut two slices and put the cake back in the cupboard. “Maybe they're ill?”
“They'd better not be,” Ianto growled playfully. “But, whilst they're being quiet and absent, how about we have tea in the hayloft?”
Jack laughed and put the slices of cake on a plate, then hooked an arm around Ianto's waist and kissed his cheek. The hayloft of the barn had been reorganised a couple of years before, when they got the outbuildings cleaned up for Belle and Andrew to have their own place each at the farm, so it was now a quiet place for relaxing with low sofas and tables and the stunning view across the valley. The kids barely used it now, except when they had friends over and the weather wasn't good enough for them to sit out in the meadow and the barn below wasn't suitable, so it had become Jack and Ianto's place, where they could often be found stretched out on a sofa with a good book and a jug of Pimms.
It was all getting rather civilised and middle-aged.
With the cake and coffees on a tray, carried, at his insistence, by Ianto, they propped open the kitchen door, knowing that no one could come up to the farm without them noticing, and crossed to the small side door of the barn. Ianto stepped back to let Jack in. “After you.”
Jack eyed him curiously and edged the door open, peering into the room. “Oh...”
“Surprise!” Belle and Will, Andrew, David and Steven, Mica and Greg, Rhiannon and Johnny, Alice and Tom, and John were standing around in the barn, firing party poppers at him and away from the huge spread of food against the far wall of the barn. With a tray nudging into his back, Jack found himself hugged and dragged into the room by Belle. “Happy birthday, Daddy,” she squeaked, kissing his cheek. “We thought you were never going to get here!”
“Don't look at me,” Jack laughed, hugging her tightly. “Your tad kept me busy all morning.”
“I know, I told him to.” She grinned and dragged him towards the waiting family. “Tad, don't stand in the doorway.”
“Sorry, Belle.” Ianto had offloaded the tray onto a side table and had his hands in his pockets. “Did you really not suspect, Jack?”
“Really not,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “Well, I don't know why...”
“Why this year?” Andrew asked. When Jack nodded, he shrugged. “You refused to give us anything to work on, so we decided to make this a big one regardless. Give us a chance to conspire with Tad instead of you.”
Jack reached out and hugged him with the other arm, holding both of his children at once and wishing he had another arm for Ianto. “Thank you. This is...”
“Daddy,” Belle chided, squeezing him. “No tears. Not even happy tears. Tad, come over here and shut him up!”
Ianto laughed and slid his arm around Jack's waist as the kids released him, meeting his lips in a soft kiss. “Happy Birthday, Jack.”
“Thank you.” He kissed Ianto again and looked around the whole family. “You're all mad, but I love you for it.”
