Fanfiction: Me and Mr. Jones (Epilogue)
A/N:In the end....
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~Epilogue~
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Two Days Later
Linda Johnston still hated her job. She was still overworked, but thankfully she was at least well paid given her recent promotion. But while work was still tedious and a chore, Linda didn’t gripe about it as much these days.
Because she had a reason for working now, Linda thought as she gazed down at her ever-expanding bump. Closing her eyes, she ran a hand over the taut skin, smiling when she felt her unborn son give a small kick.
“Well, aren’t you absolutely glowing?”
Linda opened her eyes and turned to the door when a distinct Welsh accent penetrated her happy daze. Her heart skipped a beat a little when she saw Ianto leaning against the doorjamb, dressed in a black v-necked t-shirt and jeans. His hair was a little shorter but he was just as handsome as she remembered.
“Hey, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I can't look,” she justified to herself cheekily.
“Ianto Jones, you’re looking pretty fine yourself,” she responded out loud, bracing her hand on her desk to stand up.
“Please, don’t get up on my account. Didn’t you tell me your only a few weeks away from your due date?” Ianto chided as he helped her back onto her chair. “Why are you still working anyway?”
“I’m pregnant, not immobile Ianto,” she responded with a playful swat to his shoulder. “Also, I plan to work until I deliver, that way I can maximise my maternity leave.”
“Speaking of which, Sharon sends her regards and these,” Ianto said as he hoisted a plastic bag on her desk, which bore a blue-green label that said Mothercare.
As Linda gleefully rummaged through the contents on the bag, Ianto took a slow look around his old office, bittersweet nostalgia flooding his veins. He smiled briefly when his eyes rested on what used to be his desk, now apparently a makeshift storage site for old files.
Was it so long ago that Jack came to visit? It felt like it had only happened a few months ago, not years Ianto mused.
“You shouldn’t have Ianto, this must be out of the way for you,” Linda said as she held up a milk bottle.
“It’s the least I could do. I never properly thanked you for introducing me to Sharon. It took me so long to find my own place, I was scared she was going to kick me out,” Ianto joked, remembering the couple of months he had to bunk with Lisa’s friend.
“Nonsense, she said you were an absolute delight to be around. If you ask me, I think she has a bit of a crush on you,” Linda teased, but her happy expression was tinged with concern.
“How are you coping though, since Lisa passed away? I never got the chance to ask you.”
“I’m fine don’t worry about me. It’s nice working in my old university, I can make people sweat for once and not the other way around,” Ianto said as he leaned against a desk.
“I bet you’re running it like a drill sergeant. But anyway, I thank you for bringing me this, and Isaac thanks you as well.”
“You and Mark decided on a name then?” Ianto said as he came closer. After asking silently whether it was okay, Ianto put his hand on her tummy. A look of pure pleasure crossed his face when he felt the baby move.
“He’s very active today. And don’t worry love, I’m sure one day you will have one of your own,” she said kindly taking in the wistful look in his eyes. “Are you making friends okay in Cardiff?”
Ianto nodded as he stood up.
“I’ve settled into a nice routine, but still I do miss my friends here,” Ianto confessed.
“I’m sure it must be hard, especially since your best friend is staying here isn’t he?” Linda asked as she took a sip of her tea.
“What do you mean best friend?” Ianto asked confused.
“That bloke I always used to see you hang out with at the coffee place down the street. Brown hair? Blue eyes? Seriously cute…although I don’t expect a lad like you to really notice that,” Linda said.
“Oh, you mean Jack?” Ianto said as realisation dawned. He looked away as a melancholic smile touched his lips and added, “I do agree with you, he’s very handsome and he knows it sadly.”
“Are you going to meet him now?” Linda asked offhandedly as a new message in her inbox caught her eye. Hence why she didn’t notice Ianto sharply turning around on his heel to face her.
“Why would you think that Linda?” Ianto replied, trying to sound casual even as his pulse quickened considerably.
“Because I saw him…at the coffee place. About half an hour ago, I assumed he was waiting for you,” Lisa said, over her shoulder as she started typing a reply to her email.
For a minute Ianto just stood there dumbstruck as flashes of emotion burst in his chest. He could have sworn that Jack told him he was flying, that he wouldn’t be in London for at least a week.
“A sign Ianto, was that what you were looking for?” a voice whispered in his head. Ianto closed his eyes, as he waited for that all familiar prick of guilt to follow. For that warring voice, telling him that he should let it go.
When it didn’t come, it was then Ianto knew that it was time for him to stop fighting.
“I’d better not keep him waiting then,” Ianto said with a smile. But before he left, he spontaneously dropped a kiss on Linda’s cheek, causing her to jump slightly.
“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining,” Linda said, colouring prettily.
“It was just a thank you Linda,” Ianto said. “Do me a favour and email me your address will you? I want to get something for little Isaac. SMS me when he’s born okay?”
“Will do, Ianto,” she said softly as he grabbed his coat and made his way out of the door, stopping only to blow her a kiss.
After he had left, Linda touched her cheek and sighed at what could have been. But the feeling soon disappeared when Isaac decided to give a particularly hard kick. After giving him a comforting pat, she swung her chair around and went back to work.
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Jack sighed as he glanced at his watch. He had been waiting exactly fifteen minutes for his coffee, which he was sure had been sitting on the counter for the past ten minutes.
“Why do I still come to this place,” Jack groused lightly as he turned back to the paper. Jack hadn’t been amused to find that on his return to London that the previous owners of the café had sold it to a young couple that had more flash then sense.
The new owners had not only completely repainted the place in a more contemporary style in order to attract the younger crowd, they had removed most of the tables to make way for bean bags.
Hence why Jack was reluctant to get the coffee himself, he didn’t want to lose his seat. To make matters worse, the coffee was now sub-par.
But still Jack was reluctant to find another watering hole. He had a lot of fond memories here, and that was enough to make him grin and bear all the changes.
“I do hope to get my drink sometime today though,” Jack sighed as he turned the page. He was so engrossed in his reading that he didn’t notice a familiar figure bring two mugs to his table.
“May I have this seat?”
“Of course you…Ianto?” Jack said, almost dropping his newspaper in surprise as he saw a familiar pair of blue-grey eyes looking at him. But Ianto hardly seemed fazed as he took the seat opposite him.
“Afternoon captain,” Ianto said calmly as he pushed the cup towards the American. But Jack was still too much in a state of surprise to take it.
“What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you that question,” Ianto said pointedly. “I thought you said you were leaving for Dubai.”
“I was, but then the person who I was suppose to train cancelled on me. How…how did you know I was here?” Jack asked, wondering if he was dreaming. But when he touched the coffee cup and felt the solid porcelain under his fingers, he knew that he wasn’t.
“My ex-colleague saw you and told me, not on purpose mind you. But I figured, what were the chances?” Ianto said quietly, running a fingertip down the handle of his own cup.
“I mean, what is the possibility that I would get another chance to see you. To tell you what I should have that night of the wedding,” Ianto continued bravely, but Jack didn’t fail to notice the slight tremble in his hand.
In order to cover it up, Ianto quickly took a sip of his coffee only to want to spit it out a second later.
“What on earth happened to their coffee?” Ianto said in disgust.
“New owners, they changed things…what were you about to say?” Jack answered, slightly anxious to know what the younger man had to say.
“If it’s so crap, why do you come here? Seriously Jack…”
“Ianto...”
Without thinking, Jack reached across to take Ianto’s hand into his. He could feel the rapid beat of Ianto’s heart beneath the paper-thin skin, and his own pulse sped up in response.
“Will you stop about the coffee? What did you want to tell me?” Jack said with soft encouragement. But instead of replying, Ianto just sat there silently for a few minute before taking a deep shuddery breath.
“That I think what we had was too good to simply throw away. And I was wondering if you felt the same way,” Ianto said simply, once again laying himself bare for the captain.
“I don’t know if I even have the right to ask you this Jack. It’s been so long and you’ve probably moved on by now. And its not as if what we had was perfect, plus you said that you didn’t want anything more to do with relationships…”
Ianto knew he was babbling but the words just seemed to pour forth on their own violation. Thankfully Jack managed to silence him with a hard squeeze of his hand.
“Ianto…I know I told you that relationships weren’t for me. But you must remember, that was five years ago, people change,” Jack said.
“I had a lot of time to think when I was away and it made me realise that it wasn’t relationships that I had a problem with it was labels. I didn’t want to be someone’s fiancé, someone’s boyfriend. I have a hard enough time keeping myself together.”
Jack suddenly let go of Ianto’s hand, leaving him feeling bereft. But something in his eyes made a feeling of hope catch at the base of his throat.
“And given all we’ve been through, I don’t think conventional titles work for us quite frankly. What I can tell you is however, is that I’ve never come across eyes like yours although I have tried looking,” Jack finished softly.
Despite Jack’s serious tone, Ianto couldn’t help but give a small laugh.
“Are you always this romantic captain?” Ianto asked amused, his eyes never leaving the American’s face.
“Did it work?” Jack responded with smirk and a wink. However, the mood quickly shifted back when the captain leaned back with an expectant look on his face.
“Is that enough of an answer for you Ianto? Because at this moment, that is all I can really offer you,” Jack said quietly.
Even though it was noisy around them, it hardly registered for Ianto.
“Is it enough?” Ianto thought. The more sensible part of him wanted something more concrete, but as the captain looked at him intently, the answer suddenly became clear.
At one point in time, Ianto accepted all the sides of Jack without question and this was no different.
Devil-may-care Jack sometimes frustrated him.
Perceptive Jack amazed him.
Sensual Jack made him melt with just a kiss.
In the end it made no difference, because it was just…Jack.
“It’s all I could ask for Jack, really,” Ianto answered and smiled when he saw the captain’s shoulders noticeably relax. Leaning forward, Ianto whispered something into the captain’s ear, making his skin go off in tingles.
“May I kiss you Jack?” he asked, the words a familiar echo from so many years ago.
Jack grinned as he turned his head so that their faces were barely a hairsbreadth apart.
“Why do you even ask?” Jack responded, his breath ghosting over Ianto’s lips, prickling the sensitive flesh.
Not caring that they were in public, Ianto closed the gap between them and kissed the captain. Jack’s lips felt warm from the coffee and it made all of Ianto’s feelings for the captain pool in the pit of his stomach.
“I’ve missed you,” Jack said in a breathy tone. Ianto responded by tracing the captain’s jawline with his thumb.
“So where do we go from here Jack?” he asked, planting another kiss to the corner of the American’s mouth.
“We…go traveling. That way I can take you to all those places I said I would,” Jack said suddenly getting to his feet. “There is so much I want to show you, so why don’t you go back to Cardiff and pack your bags?”
“Just like that Jack?” Ianto responded, clearly not amused at the suggestion. “I can’t just up and leave. I have a job, a flat to rent out…give me a few months to sort it out and then we will talk.”
Jack’s expression turned to one of exasperation.
“A few months. Oh for God’s sake Ianto, why don’t you stop being so anal…”
Jack stopped when he saw Ianto try and hide a smile, realising that the younger man was pulling a fast one on him.
“Very funny Ianto, I see your dry sense of humour hasn’t left you,” Jack said as he sat down in a huff.
“I’m sorry Jack, couldn’t resist really. But there is no way you getting me to go anywhere tonight except Cardiff,” Ianto said firmly.
“Fine, we will go back to Cardiff, sort out your things and then we go on a trip,” Jack said begrudgingly.
But his face soon broke into that familiar megawatt smile as he leaned on the table, the upper half of his body angled towards the younger man.
“So what do you say Ianto?”
Although Ianto felt a twinge of happiness at Jack’s use of the word ‘we’, he didn’t fail to catch the deeper meaning behind the captain’s invitation.
Hurricane Jack was asking whether it was okay for him to sweep Ianto’s life off-kilter. To take him wherever he fancied, regardless of time or reason.
But on the flipside, Ianto knew that Jack was also allowing himself to be reigned within Ianto’s boundaries, which he would undoubtly try to push as far as he could.
“Would you still jump in the water?” Tosh’s voice suddenly whispered unbidden from the back of his mind.
Ianto closed his eyes as he remembered his answer.
“Headfirst.”
Ianto took the plunge.
He did it knowing that no matter where they ended up, getting there would not be as nearly as harrowing as the journey they had already taken to get to this point.
“Let’s go traveling Jack,” Ianto said before claiming the captain’s mouth for another kiss.
When Jack kissed him back, Ianto was certain. This time he just…knew.
Jack wouldn’t ever let him drown.
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~The End~
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Songs used in this story. The FST can be found here
(1) Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul from the album 360 Degrees of Billy Paul
(2) Hometown Glory by Adele from the album 19
(3) Dancing by Elisa from the album Then Comes The Sun
(4) Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer from the album Continuum
(5) Looks Like We Made It by Barry Manilow from the album This One’s For You
(6) Calm Envy by The GazettE from the album Stacked Rubbish
(7) Jealous -Reverse- by Dir en grey from the album Decade 1998-2002
(8) Goodbye by Yuria Yato from the OST Saishu Heiki Kanojo
(9) After All by Peter Cetera & Cher from the OST Chances Are
Insert Song: My Love Will Get You Home by Christine Glass, as heard on the TVB drama Heart of Greed.
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Final A/N:Firstly, thank you so much to EVERYONE who read and commented. You guys really helped to give me that extra little push when I was wondering if this story was going in the right direction. I finish Me and Mr. Jones, with a sense of accomplishment and a bit of sadness.
You see, this was my first real project in terms of fiction writing for a long time and wondered if I had lost my touch. Regardless, I so enjoyed writing this like you wouldn't believe. And it has been challenging to say the least, stolen laptop and all lol.
Secondly, the amazing aitakute has made a FST (fan soundtrack) album to this fic, complete with jaw droppingly great graphics and links. Please do check out the above link if you have the time, because this entire story was inspired simply from one song and music was absolutely crucial.
Final thoughts? On to TWS3! (and I will probably ask for a few requests in the meantime ;)
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~Epilogue~
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Two Days Later
Linda Johnston still hated her job. She was still overworked, but thankfully she was at least well paid given her recent promotion. But while work was still tedious and a chore, Linda didn’t gripe about it as much these days.
Because she had a reason for working now, Linda thought as she gazed down at her ever-expanding bump. Closing her eyes, she ran a hand over the taut skin, smiling when she felt her unborn son give a small kick.
“Well, aren’t you absolutely glowing?”
Linda opened her eyes and turned to the door when a distinct Welsh accent penetrated her happy daze. Her heart skipped a beat a little when she saw Ianto leaning against the doorjamb, dressed in a black v-necked t-shirt and jeans. His hair was a little shorter but he was just as handsome as she remembered.
“Hey, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I can't look,” she justified to herself cheekily.
“Ianto Jones, you’re looking pretty fine yourself,” she responded out loud, bracing her hand on her desk to stand up.
“Please, don’t get up on my account. Didn’t you tell me your only a few weeks away from your due date?” Ianto chided as he helped her back onto her chair. “Why are you still working anyway?”
“I’m pregnant, not immobile Ianto,” she responded with a playful swat to his shoulder. “Also, I plan to work until I deliver, that way I can maximise my maternity leave.”
“Speaking of which, Sharon sends her regards and these,” Ianto said as he hoisted a plastic bag on her desk, which bore a blue-green label that said Mothercare.
As Linda gleefully rummaged through the contents on the bag, Ianto took a slow look around his old office, bittersweet nostalgia flooding his veins. He smiled briefly when his eyes rested on what used to be his desk, now apparently a makeshift storage site for old files.
Was it so long ago that Jack came to visit? It felt like it had only happened a few months ago, not years Ianto mused.
“You shouldn’t have Ianto, this must be out of the way for you,” Linda said as she held up a milk bottle.
“It’s the least I could do. I never properly thanked you for introducing me to Sharon. It took me so long to find my own place, I was scared she was going to kick me out,” Ianto joked, remembering the couple of months he had to bunk with Lisa’s friend.
“Nonsense, she said you were an absolute delight to be around. If you ask me, I think she has a bit of a crush on you,” Linda teased, but her happy expression was tinged with concern.
“How are you coping though, since Lisa passed away? I never got the chance to ask you.”
“I’m fine don’t worry about me. It’s nice working in my old university, I can make people sweat for once and not the other way around,” Ianto said as he leaned against a desk.
“I bet you’re running it like a drill sergeant. But anyway, I thank you for bringing me this, and Isaac thanks you as well.”
“You and Mark decided on a name then?” Ianto said as he came closer. After asking silently whether it was okay, Ianto put his hand on her tummy. A look of pure pleasure crossed his face when he felt the baby move.
“He’s very active today. And don’t worry love, I’m sure one day you will have one of your own,” she said kindly taking in the wistful look in his eyes. “Are you making friends okay in Cardiff?”
Ianto nodded as he stood up.
“I’ve settled into a nice routine, but still I do miss my friends here,” Ianto confessed.
“I’m sure it must be hard, especially since your best friend is staying here isn’t he?” Linda asked as she took a sip of her tea.
“What do you mean best friend?” Ianto asked confused.
“That bloke I always used to see you hang out with at the coffee place down the street. Brown hair? Blue eyes? Seriously cute…although I don’t expect a lad like you to really notice that,” Linda said.
“Oh, you mean Jack?” Ianto said as realisation dawned. He looked away as a melancholic smile touched his lips and added, “I do agree with you, he’s very handsome and he knows it sadly.”
“Are you going to meet him now?” Linda asked offhandedly as a new message in her inbox caught her eye. Hence why she didn’t notice Ianto sharply turning around on his heel to face her.
“Why would you think that Linda?” Ianto replied, trying to sound casual even as his pulse quickened considerably.
“Because I saw him…at the coffee place. About half an hour ago, I assumed he was waiting for you,” Lisa said, over her shoulder as she started typing a reply to her email.
For a minute Ianto just stood there dumbstruck as flashes of emotion burst in his chest. He could have sworn that Jack told him he was flying, that he wouldn’t be in London for at least a week.
“A sign Ianto, was that what you were looking for?” a voice whispered in his head. Ianto closed his eyes, as he waited for that all familiar prick of guilt to follow. For that warring voice, telling him that he should let it go.
When it didn’t come, it was then Ianto knew that it was time for him to stop fighting.
“I’d better not keep him waiting then,” Ianto said with a smile. But before he left, he spontaneously dropped a kiss on Linda’s cheek, causing her to jump slightly.
“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining,” Linda said, colouring prettily.
“It was just a thank you Linda,” Ianto said. “Do me a favour and email me your address will you? I want to get something for little Isaac. SMS me when he’s born okay?”
“Will do, Ianto,” she said softly as he grabbed his coat and made his way out of the door, stopping only to blow her a kiss.
After he had left, Linda touched her cheek and sighed at what could have been. But the feeling soon disappeared when Isaac decided to give a particularly hard kick. After giving him a comforting pat, she swung her chair around and went back to work.
***
Jack sighed as he glanced at his watch. He had been waiting exactly fifteen minutes for his coffee, which he was sure had been sitting on the counter for the past ten minutes.
“Why do I still come to this place,” Jack groused lightly as he turned back to the paper. Jack hadn’t been amused to find that on his return to London that the previous owners of the café had sold it to a young couple that had more flash then sense.
The new owners had not only completely repainted the place in a more contemporary style in order to attract the younger crowd, they had removed most of the tables to make way for bean bags.
Hence why Jack was reluctant to get the coffee himself, he didn’t want to lose his seat. To make matters worse, the coffee was now sub-par.
But still Jack was reluctant to find another watering hole. He had a lot of fond memories here, and that was enough to make him grin and bear all the changes.
“I do hope to get my drink sometime today though,” Jack sighed as he turned the page. He was so engrossed in his reading that he didn’t notice a familiar figure bring two mugs to his table.
“May I have this seat?”
“Of course you…Ianto?” Jack said, almost dropping his newspaper in surprise as he saw a familiar pair of blue-grey eyes looking at him. But Ianto hardly seemed fazed as he took the seat opposite him.
“Afternoon captain,” Ianto said calmly as he pushed the cup towards the American. But Jack was still too much in a state of surprise to take it.
“What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you that question,” Ianto said pointedly. “I thought you said you were leaving for Dubai.”
“I was, but then the person who I was suppose to train cancelled on me. How…how did you know I was here?” Jack asked, wondering if he was dreaming. But when he touched the coffee cup and felt the solid porcelain under his fingers, he knew that he wasn’t.
“My ex-colleague saw you and told me, not on purpose mind you. But I figured, what were the chances?” Ianto said quietly, running a fingertip down the handle of his own cup.
“I mean, what is the possibility that I would get another chance to see you. To tell you what I should have that night of the wedding,” Ianto continued bravely, but Jack didn’t fail to notice the slight tremble in his hand.
In order to cover it up, Ianto quickly took a sip of his coffee only to want to spit it out a second later.
“What on earth happened to their coffee?” Ianto said in disgust.
“New owners, they changed things…what were you about to say?” Jack answered, slightly anxious to know what the younger man had to say.
“If it’s so crap, why do you come here? Seriously Jack…”
“Ianto...”
Without thinking, Jack reached across to take Ianto’s hand into his. He could feel the rapid beat of Ianto’s heart beneath the paper-thin skin, and his own pulse sped up in response.
“Will you stop about the coffee? What did you want to tell me?” Jack said with soft encouragement. But instead of replying, Ianto just sat there silently for a few minute before taking a deep shuddery breath.
“That I think what we had was too good to simply throw away. And I was wondering if you felt the same way,” Ianto said simply, once again laying himself bare for the captain.
“I don’t know if I even have the right to ask you this Jack. It’s been so long and you’ve probably moved on by now. And its not as if what we had was perfect, plus you said that you didn’t want anything more to do with relationships…”
Ianto knew he was babbling but the words just seemed to pour forth on their own violation. Thankfully Jack managed to silence him with a hard squeeze of his hand.
“Ianto…I know I told you that relationships weren’t for me. But you must remember, that was five years ago, people change,” Jack said.
“I had a lot of time to think when I was away and it made me realise that it wasn’t relationships that I had a problem with it was labels. I didn’t want to be someone’s fiancé, someone’s boyfriend. I have a hard enough time keeping myself together.”
Jack suddenly let go of Ianto’s hand, leaving him feeling bereft. But something in his eyes made a feeling of hope catch at the base of his throat.
“And given all we’ve been through, I don’t think conventional titles work for us quite frankly. What I can tell you is however, is that I’ve never come across eyes like yours although I have tried looking,” Jack finished softly.
Despite Jack’s serious tone, Ianto couldn’t help but give a small laugh.
“Are you always this romantic captain?” Ianto asked amused, his eyes never leaving the American’s face.
“Did it work?” Jack responded with smirk and a wink. However, the mood quickly shifted back when the captain leaned back with an expectant look on his face.
“Is that enough of an answer for you Ianto? Because at this moment, that is all I can really offer you,” Jack said quietly.
Even though it was noisy around them, it hardly registered for Ianto.
“Is it enough?” Ianto thought. The more sensible part of him wanted something more concrete, but as the captain looked at him intently, the answer suddenly became clear.
At one point in time, Ianto accepted all the sides of Jack without question and this was no different.
Devil-may-care Jack sometimes frustrated him.
Perceptive Jack amazed him.
Sensual Jack made him melt with just a kiss.
In the end it made no difference, because it was just…Jack.
“It’s all I could ask for Jack, really,” Ianto answered and smiled when he saw the captain’s shoulders noticeably relax. Leaning forward, Ianto whispered something into the captain’s ear, making his skin go off in tingles.
“May I kiss you Jack?” he asked, the words a familiar echo from so many years ago.
Jack grinned as he turned his head so that their faces were barely a hairsbreadth apart.
“Why do you even ask?” Jack responded, his breath ghosting over Ianto’s lips, prickling the sensitive flesh.
Not caring that they were in public, Ianto closed the gap between them and kissed the captain. Jack’s lips felt warm from the coffee and it made all of Ianto’s feelings for the captain pool in the pit of his stomach.
“I’ve missed you,” Jack said in a breathy tone. Ianto responded by tracing the captain’s jawline with his thumb.
“So where do we go from here Jack?” he asked, planting another kiss to the corner of the American’s mouth.
“We…go traveling. That way I can take you to all those places I said I would,” Jack said suddenly getting to his feet. “There is so much I want to show you, so why don’t you go back to Cardiff and pack your bags?”
“Just like that Jack?” Ianto responded, clearly not amused at the suggestion. “I can’t just up and leave. I have a job, a flat to rent out…give me a few months to sort it out and then we will talk.”
Jack’s expression turned to one of exasperation.
“A few months. Oh for God’s sake Ianto, why don’t you stop being so anal…”
Jack stopped when he saw Ianto try and hide a smile, realising that the younger man was pulling a fast one on him.
“Very funny Ianto, I see your dry sense of humour hasn’t left you,” Jack said as he sat down in a huff.
“I’m sorry Jack, couldn’t resist really. But there is no way you getting me to go anywhere tonight except Cardiff,” Ianto said firmly.
“Fine, we will go back to Cardiff, sort out your things and then we go on a trip,” Jack said begrudgingly.
But his face soon broke into that familiar megawatt smile as he leaned on the table, the upper half of his body angled towards the younger man.
“So what do you say Ianto?”
Although Ianto felt a twinge of happiness at Jack’s use of the word ‘we’, he didn’t fail to catch the deeper meaning behind the captain’s invitation.
Hurricane Jack was asking whether it was okay for him to sweep Ianto’s life off-kilter. To take him wherever he fancied, regardless of time or reason.
But on the flipside, Ianto knew that Jack was also allowing himself to be reigned within Ianto’s boundaries, which he would undoubtly try to push as far as he could.
“Would you still jump in the water?” Tosh’s voice suddenly whispered unbidden from the back of his mind.
Ianto closed his eyes as he remembered his answer.
“Headfirst.”
Ianto took the plunge.
He did it knowing that no matter where they ended up, getting there would not be as nearly as harrowing as the journey they had already taken to get to this point.
“Let’s go traveling Jack,” Ianto said before claiming the captain’s mouth for another kiss.
When Jack kissed him back, Ianto was certain. This time he just…knew.
Jack wouldn’t ever let him drown.
***
~The End~
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Songs used in this story. The FST can be found here
(1) Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul from the album 360 Degrees of Billy Paul
(2) Hometown Glory by Adele from the album 19
(3) Dancing by Elisa from the album Then Comes The Sun
(4) Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer from the album Continuum
(5) Looks Like We Made It by Barry Manilow from the album This One’s For You
(6) Calm Envy by The GazettE from the album Stacked Rubbish
(7) Jealous -Reverse- by Dir en grey from the album Decade 1998-2002
(8) Goodbye by Yuria Yato from the OST Saishu Heiki Kanojo
(9) After All by Peter Cetera & Cher from the OST Chances Are
Insert Song: My Love Will Get You Home by Christine Glass, as heard on the TVB drama Heart of Greed.
***
Final A/N:Firstly, thank you so much to EVERYONE who read and commented. You guys really helped to give me that extra little push when I was wondering if this story was going in the right direction. I finish Me and Mr. Jones, with a sense of accomplishment and a bit of sadness.
You see, this was my first real project in terms of fiction writing for a long time and wondered if I had lost my touch. Regardless, I so enjoyed writing this like you wouldn't believe. And it has been challenging to say the least, stolen laptop and all lol.
Secondly, the amazing aitakute has made a FST (fan soundtrack) album to this fic, complete with jaw droppingly great graphics and links. Please do check out the above link if you have the time, because this entire story was inspired simply from one song and music was absolutely crucial.
Final thoughts? On to TWS3! (and I will probably ask for a few requests in the meantime ;)