( There really was not any part of giving Gwen that GPS that Ianto liked. He hated it, to be precise. )

 
( Reasons here... )

Ianto was standing at the kitchenette, about to get newly married member of Torchwood her cup of coffee when she approached him from behind. “So, um… You and Jack….”

Certainly, if Owen or Tosh had heard the start to that conversation, they both would have wondered just how blind or deaf the former PC was, but Ianto knew better. That wasn’t what ( Read more... )

“So…” Ianto said as he tied the pink tie around his neck. “Gwen’s getting married tomorrow.”

“Yep,” Jack said as he was pulling on his braces. Ianto couldn’t help but notice the sad tone to the other man’s voice, but did his best to try and ignore it.

“Are you going to the wedding?”

Jack laughed. “No, I don’t think so. I think Gwen would rather ( Read more... )

Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s head of hair as he moved from his tiny bed beneath the hub. He was grateful the young man had finally rolled over in his sleep, else Jack may have been pinned there until morning. It wasn’t that the captain minded, at least not normally, but something was off about Ianto tonight, and Jack wanted to know what it was ( Read more... )

Jack’s descent down the ladder was slow as he knew sleep wouldn’t come but he should probably get a change of clothes. He deserved Owen’s hatred and he deserved to suffer. That was why, when he realized he wasn’t alone in his room, he immediately spoke up.

“Ianto, I think-”

He was abruptly cut off by a fist to his face. “You git!” He was slammed ( Read more... )

Ianto Jones was not the type to defy strict orders from Jack, at least, not those Please-don’t-question-me-because-I’m-doing-the-best-possible-thing orders. When they all woke up without memories of the last two days, Ianto knew that it must have been one of those orders to make them all take the retcon. Something had manipulated them, no doubting ( Read more... )

Title: Clint Eastwood

Rating: PG

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Spoilers: For the Deleted Scene in Meat: here

Summary: Ianto Jones is kicking himself.

Jack Harkness claimed to have impeccable timing, the best in the world, universe even if you caught him on a particularly braggy day. As far as Ianto was concerned, Jack’s timing was very, very bad.

Leave it to ( Read more... )

Jack was busy getting their weapons ready for a potential battle with Pharm. He tried to keep optimistic about the idea of letting Martha go in, but he had to be prepared for the worst, the very worst. It was why he found himself a little surprised by a voice in his ear.

“A UNIT cap, Jack?” the voice said, and the captain grinned.

“Well, red is ( Read more... )

As the day was drawing near the end, Ianto had relented somewhat on Jack’s punishment. He’d taken off the jumper and was wearing a somewhat, though not entirely, form-fitting blue t-shirt. He was in the process of making Jack another cup of coffee. Really, the Welshman wouldn’t have been surprised if his lover ended up having to make a few dozen ( Read more... )