Ianto's sitting at an outside table at Coffee Mania, tucking into a rapidly-cooling bowl of soup. There's a cheese scone in his pocket, neatly wrapped in a napkin, where it is waiting to be purloined by Jack upon his return to the Hub. He's dressed warmly, with his black coat - collar turned up - and black leather gloves, because it's bloody ( Read more... )

The breath, the touch on his lips makes him jump and Ianto presses the button on the PINpoint more forcefully and much less casually than he'd intended. There's a moment of panic before he's staring at a beige wall and as much as he hates the color, hates the place, he's relieved to see it ( Read more... )

It takes Ianto only a moment to discover that his PINpoint can be used to accidentally travel between universes, but it takes him much longer to actually do it on purpose. He sits on, stands near, paces around, and curls up on a convenient couch in the Nexus, dedicating a few minutes to fiddling with menus and buttons and the better part of an hour ( Read more... )

The arrival in Ianto's flat is (for its owner, at least) entirely underwhelming. They're standing on the carpet near the stairs in Ianto's living room, shrouded in half-darkness. To one side sits the telly, the couch, the overfull bookcases; to the other there's a door - the front door - and an open doorway to the equally dark kitchen ( Read more... )