A/N: I don’t really like this, it’s very short and I don’t think it came out right but what-the-hey. Written for
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Jack grew worried. It wasn’t like he expected the Welshman to be up here all the time when he wasn’t needed in the Hub but the sight of that pink tie just lying on the desk gave him a strange sense of foreboding.

Ianto always picked out his ties so carefully and Jack could remember that the younger man had lovingly allowed this one to flow ( Read more... )

“Ianto! IANTOOOOOOO!”

The American drawl can be heard echoing around the Hub. Captain Jack Harkness was sat in his office doing the dreaded paperwork that his young archivist had insisted that he couldn’t put the work off any longer, the UNIT report already being 3 weeks late. The very same archivist had set Jack to work with a very large mug ( Read more... )