Fic: A Nostalgic Yearning 14/16
TITLE: A Nostalgic Yearning 14/16
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood and it’s characters are property of the BBC. Finn, Rhiannon, Chris and all other characters are property of me. Although why you’d want them is beyond me.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, OC’s
SUMMARY: Take two men, a small child, a seaside town, throw in a few locals, some Welsh rain and you’ve got a perfect holiday. Don’t you?
AUTHOR NOTES: Second in the 'Footprints In The Sand' Series.
The end is in sight sadly. I can't extend it anymore I'm afraid. :( But in the meantime have Janto Fluff to keep you happy! ;)
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 |
Jack watched the steady rise and fall of Ianto’s chest as he breathed into the stark white pillow case. He looked the picture of innocence in sleep, and it was only when Ianto was asleep that Jack witnessed the true Ianto Jones. He looked younger than his twenty-four years rather than older, all the worry, all the weight of the world just seemed to slip away from him.
“Stop it.” Ianto’s voice was muffled from where he was half buried in the pillows.
“Stop what?” Jack asked guiltily, slightly startled to find Ianto awake.
“Stop doing a Bridget Jones and watching me while I sleep,” Ianto mumbled, not moving or opening his eyes.
“How do you know I’m watching you if you don’t even have your eyes open?” Jack answered cheekily.
“Just go watch cartoons with Finn or something,” Ianto grouched as Jack continued to watch him. “It’s unnerving.”
Jack chuckled before he pressed a kiss to Ianto’s forehead, then one to the side of his neck, one to the shoulder and finally one to Ianto’s lips. Jack pulled back abruptly though.
“Ok. I’ll go watch cartoons,” Jack said cheerily, pulling back the covers and making to get out the bed. Ianto’s hand reached out and grabbed Jack by the forearm, pulling him back into the bed on top of him.
“You are such a tease,” Ianto groaned before trying to kiss Jack hungrily. Jack pulled out of Ianto’s reach though.
“I thought you wanted to sleep?”
“I’m awake now!” Ianto moaned, looping his hands round Jack’s neck and attempting to pull Jack towards him again for another kiss. Jack resisted and Ianto had to resort to dirty tactics, tickling Jack under the arms so he collapsed on top of Ianto in gales of childish laughter.
“That’s cheating!” Jack protested.
“Makes a change, usually you’re the one who cheats,” Ianto rebuked as Jack rolled his eyes and eventually gave into the irresistibility of Ianto, capturing him in a passionate kiss.
Ianto considered stopping Jack’s wandering hands briefly but his brain hadn’t woken up before Jack was inappropriately groping, enough to distract Ianto from the fact his nephew was down the corridor. It wasn’t long though before Finn made his presence known.
“Uncy Yan!” Finn called, pushing the door of the bedroom open and toddling over to the bed as Ianto rolled his eyes.
“I want a hug too!” Finn called as he tried to clamber up onto what used to be Jack’s side of the bed.
“No wonder you don’t have any brothers or sisters,” Ianto grumbled as Jack laughed, reaching out to pick up Finlay, pulling him onto the bed.
Finn launched himself at Ianto and hugged him tightly before planting a wet sloppy kiss on his cheek before doing the exact same with Jack. Finlay then proceeded to burrow under the covers between the two of them so that any further cheating was put to an unadulterated halt. Both Jack and Ianto looked at each other over the top of Finlay’s head, equal expressions of annoyance at being interrupted again before Ianto was pulling the covers back up over himself and settling back down into bed.
“Uncy Yan!” Finn whined, poking Ianto’s side. “Time to get up!”
“No,” Ianto pouted, pulling the covers over his head in a scary resemblance of a languid teenager. Jack chuckled as he watched Finn poking chubby fingers at the lump in the covers that was Ianto.
“We have to go home and see Mummy today!” Finn was adamant.
“Don’t want to,” came the muffled reply from under the covers in childish defiance.
“We’ll just have to leave you behind then,” Jack teased as Finn continued to prod Ianto. Finn screamed though when Ianto launched himself from under the covers, flinging them over Finlay’s head and proceeding to tickle him.
“Uncy Yan!” Finn screeched, trying to make Ianto stop between fits of laughter.
“Uncle Jack! Help!” Finn squealed as he managed to get his head out from under the covers.
“Don’t look at me kid!” Jack held up his hands. “I’m not getting involved.”
“That’s what you think.” Ianto smirked and launched himself on Jack before he even had a chance to leap from the bed.
“Stop it!” Jack screeched as Ianto went for the ribs just as Finn clambered out from under the covers, attacking Jack on his other side.
They all ended up lying on their backs on the bed in breathless laughter, limbs flung every which way. Finn was the first to recover, crawling over Ianto’s stomach and Jack’s legs to get to the edge of the bed nearest the door.
“Can we make breakfast now?” Finn asked. “I’m hungry.”
“Give me a minute Finn and we’ll make pancakes before we pack up shall we?” Ianto asked, staring up at the ceiling as he continued to try and catch his breath.
“Yeah!” Finn cheered as he toddled out of the bedroom.
“How long do you think before he’ll come looking for us again?” Ianto questioned, flinging an arm out so it lay across Jack’s thighs. Jack gave a gasped chuckle in reply.
“We could just wait until tonight.”
“It’s my holiday too you know!” Ianto protested.
“I think the sooner we get back to work the better; you’re regressing back to a toddler prone to temper tantrums,” Jack teased.
“Yet with the sex drive of a sixteen year old,” Ianto replied as he flipped himself up so he was straddling Jack, planting a kiss firmly on his lips before rolling off the bed.
“Come on, you can help make your famous banana pancakes.” Ianto grabbed at Jack’s hand trying to coax him from the bed. Jack was a dead weight now though, refusing to move.
“Now who’s the kid?” Ianto asked jokingly. “If you move I’ll make real coffee.” Ianto coaxed. Jack leapt out of the bed and stood to attention.
“Sir, yes Sir!” Jack saluted before ushering Ianto out of the bedroom. Both of them smiled as they entered the corridor to see the four year old stood in the kitchen doorway now, a frying pan in his hands, trailing behind him.
“Can we make pancakes now?”
**
Ianto was stood on the side of the road behind the boot of the car frowning down at it when Jack re-emerged from the apartment with another couple of bags in hand.
“You know I swear it all fitted on Friday,” Ianto observed as he pushed unenthusiastically at a couple of bags.
“It did,” Jack observed as he plonked the bags down on the road, letting out a sigh as he realised how warm he was.
“You mean to say your cars not a TARDIS?” Jack teased, helping Ianto to reshuffle some of the bags.
“Are you colour blind?” Ianto enquired shoving his rucksack further into the gap between the bonnet and the wheel arch. “My car’s black not blue.”
Jack guffawed with laughter, shoving one of the bags he’d brought out into Ianto’s chest as he too started laughing.
“Uncy Yan, I can’t find James,” Finn moaned as he crawled out of the backseat of the car, looking like he was going to burst into tears.
“Is he not in your bag?” Ianto asked, squashing the last bag into the boot and closing it quickly before it all fell out again. He wasn’t quick enough though.
Finn shook his head, looking up at Jack and Ianto forlornly.
“Come on,” Jack held out his hand for Finn to take which he did without hesitation, “Why don’t we go check in the apartment while Uncle Ianto finishes packing the car?”
Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes as Jack took the toddler back across the road to the easier job.
**
“Bye Bye Aberystwyth!” Ianto and Finn chorused together as Jack negotiated the roundabout by Morrisons, taking the road that lead down the coast to Aberaeron.
“Uncy Yan?” Finn asked as they passed the road sign for Devil’s Bridge.
“Yup?” Ianto asked, turning in his seat slightly so he could see his nephew who was swinging his legs happily in his car seat.
“Can we go on holiday again?” Finn asked, doing his best innocent face, not quite able to hide the rising smirk.
Ianto laughed. “Can we get home from this one before we start planning the next one?”
“Ok, but can we take Mummy next time too? And Daddy as well if he’s not at work?” Finn pressed.
“I’m not sure Mummy would want to come on holiday with Uncle Jack and me,” Ianto observed, cringing at the thought of going on holiday with his sister again. The last time he’d been on holiday with his sister had been for a week in Salou in Spain with a group of her mates and a group of his when he was seventeen and she twenty. He’d slept with her best mate one night when he was so drunk he could barely remember his own name. This had caused her to refuse to talk to him for the rest of the holiday, eventually getting her own back by sleeping with his best mate. When they got back to the arms of their loving parents their Mam thought they had been mugged. Ianto had a black eye from where his sister had hit him with the heel of her shoe and Rhiannon had a split lip from where her brother had pushed her into a tree after being kicked out of a bar for the blazing row they were having that had seen drinks thrown and glasses broken.
“What about Daddy?” Finn asked, looking and sounding hopeful.
Ianto looked nervously over at Jack before he replied, looking for advice or support, but Ianto knew as well as Jack that he was no good with domestic problems and affairs of the heart, even if these last few days had proven otherwise.
“I don’t know if Daddy will want to Finn,” Ianto said nervously. “Although you can always ask him,” Ianto added as an afterthought when he saw Finn’s face fall. Ianto let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Now they were on the road home it was like he was on the road back to the real world. All the thoughts he’d manage to push aside for the last couple of days started to plague him again. The Rift pushed to the forefront of his mind, closely followed by his sister and her impending divorce and suddenly his relationship with Jack didn’t seem all beaches and champagne.
Ianto turned to look out the window, trying to inhale the calmness of the passing countryside, accidentally hitting his head off the window where he had collided with the wall a few days ago. He let out a hiss of pain as they left the remainder of the town of Aberystwyth behind.
On to Part 15
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood and it’s characters are property of the BBC. Finn, Rhiannon, Chris and all other characters are property of me. Although why you’d want them is beyond me.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, OC’s
SUMMARY: Take two men, a small child, a seaside town, throw in a few locals, some Welsh rain and you’ve got a perfect holiday. Don’t you?
AUTHOR NOTES: Second in the 'Footprints In The Sand' Series.
The end is in sight sadly. I can't extend it anymore I'm afraid. :( But in the meantime have Janto Fluff to keep you happy! ;)
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 |
Jack watched the steady rise and fall of Ianto’s chest as he breathed into the stark white pillow case. He looked the picture of innocence in sleep, and it was only when Ianto was asleep that Jack witnessed the true Ianto Jones. He looked younger than his twenty-four years rather than older, all the worry, all the weight of the world just seemed to slip away from him.
“Stop it.” Ianto’s voice was muffled from where he was half buried in the pillows.
“Stop what?” Jack asked guiltily, slightly startled to find Ianto awake.
“Stop doing a Bridget Jones and watching me while I sleep,” Ianto mumbled, not moving or opening his eyes.
“How do you know I’m watching you if you don’t even have your eyes open?” Jack answered cheekily.
“Just go watch cartoons with Finn or something,” Ianto grouched as Jack continued to watch him. “It’s unnerving.”
Jack chuckled before he pressed a kiss to Ianto’s forehead, then one to the side of his neck, one to the shoulder and finally one to Ianto’s lips. Jack pulled back abruptly though.
“Ok. I’ll go watch cartoons,” Jack said cheerily, pulling back the covers and making to get out the bed. Ianto’s hand reached out and grabbed Jack by the forearm, pulling him back into the bed on top of him.
“You are such a tease,” Ianto groaned before trying to kiss Jack hungrily. Jack pulled out of Ianto’s reach though.
“I thought you wanted to sleep?”
“I’m awake now!” Ianto moaned, looping his hands round Jack’s neck and attempting to pull Jack towards him again for another kiss. Jack resisted and Ianto had to resort to dirty tactics, tickling Jack under the arms so he collapsed on top of Ianto in gales of childish laughter.
“That’s cheating!” Jack protested.
“Makes a change, usually you’re the one who cheats,” Ianto rebuked as Jack rolled his eyes and eventually gave into the irresistibility of Ianto, capturing him in a passionate kiss.
Ianto considered stopping Jack’s wandering hands briefly but his brain hadn’t woken up before Jack was inappropriately groping, enough to distract Ianto from the fact his nephew was down the corridor. It wasn’t long though before Finn made his presence known.
“Uncy Yan!” Finn called, pushing the door of the bedroom open and toddling over to the bed as Ianto rolled his eyes.
“I want a hug too!” Finn called as he tried to clamber up onto what used to be Jack’s side of the bed.
“No wonder you don’t have any brothers or sisters,” Ianto grumbled as Jack laughed, reaching out to pick up Finlay, pulling him onto the bed.
Finn launched himself at Ianto and hugged him tightly before planting a wet sloppy kiss on his cheek before doing the exact same with Jack. Finlay then proceeded to burrow under the covers between the two of them so that any further cheating was put to an unadulterated halt. Both Jack and Ianto looked at each other over the top of Finlay’s head, equal expressions of annoyance at being interrupted again before Ianto was pulling the covers back up over himself and settling back down into bed.
“Uncy Yan!” Finn whined, poking Ianto’s side. “Time to get up!”
“No,” Ianto pouted, pulling the covers over his head in a scary resemblance of a languid teenager. Jack chuckled as he watched Finn poking chubby fingers at the lump in the covers that was Ianto.
“We have to go home and see Mummy today!” Finn was adamant.
“Don’t want to,” came the muffled reply from under the covers in childish defiance.
“We’ll just have to leave you behind then,” Jack teased as Finn continued to prod Ianto. Finn screamed though when Ianto launched himself from under the covers, flinging them over Finlay’s head and proceeding to tickle him.
“Uncy Yan!” Finn screeched, trying to make Ianto stop between fits of laughter.
“Uncle Jack! Help!” Finn squealed as he managed to get his head out from under the covers.
“Don’t look at me kid!” Jack held up his hands. “I’m not getting involved.”
“That’s what you think.” Ianto smirked and launched himself on Jack before he even had a chance to leap from the bed.
“Stop it!” Jack screeched as Ianto went for the ribs just as Finn clambered out from under the covers, attacking Jack on his other side.
They all ended up lying on their backs on the bed in breathless laughter, limbs flung every which way. Finn was the first to recover, crawling over Ianto’s stomach and Jack’s legs to get to the edge of the bed nearest the door.
“Can we make breakfast now?” Finn asked. “I’m hungry.”
“Give me a minute Finn and we’ll make pancakes before we pack up shall we?” Ianto asked, staring up at the ceiling as he continued to try and catch his breath.
“Yeah!” Finn cheered as he toddled out of the bedroom.
“How long do you think before he’ll come looking for us again?” Ianto questioned, flinging an arm out so it lay across Jack’s thighs. Jack gave a gasped chuckle in reply.
“We could just wait until tonight.”
“It’s my holiday too you know!” Ianto protested.
“I think the sooner we get back to work the better; you’re regressing back to a toddler prone to temper tantrums,” Jack teased.
“Yet with the sex drive of a sixteen year old,” Ianto replied as he flipped himself up so he was straddling Jack, planting a kiss firmly on his lips before rolling off the bed.
“Come on, you can help make your famous banana pancakes.” Ianto grabbed at Jack’s hand trying to coax him from the bed. Jack was a dead weight now though, refusing to move.
“Now who’s the kid?” Ianto asked jokingly. “If you move I’ll make real coffee.” Ianto coaxed. Jack leapt out of the bed and stood to attention.
“Sir, yes Sir!” Jack saluted before ushering Ianto out of the bedroom. Both of them smiled as they entered the corridor to see the four year old stood in the kitchen doorway now, a frying pan in his hands, trailing behind him.
“Can we make pancakes now?”
**
Ianto was stood on the side of the road behind the boot of the car frowning down at it when Jack re-emerged from the apartment with another couple of bags in hand.
“You know I swear it all fitted on Friday,” Ianto observed as he pushed unenthusiastically at a couple of bags.
“It did,” Jack observed as he plonked the bags down on the road, letting out a sigh as he realised how warm he was.
“You mean to say your cars not a TARDIS?” Jack teased, helping Ianto to reshuffle some of the bags.
“Are you colour blind?” Ianto enquired shoving his rucksack further into the gap between the bonnet and the wheel arch. “My car’s black not blue.”
Jack guffawed with laughter, shoving one of the bags he’d brought out into Ianto’s chest as he too started laughing.
“Uncy Yan, I can’t find James,” Finn moaned as he crawled out of the backseat of the car, looking like he was going to burst into tears.
“Is he not in your bag?” Ianto asked, squashing the last bag into the boot and closing it quickly before it all fell out again. He wasn’t quick enough though.
Finn shook his head, looking up at Jack and Ianto forlornly.
“Come on,” Jack held out his hand for Finn to take which he did without hesitation, “Why don’t we go check in the apartment while Uncle Ianto finishes packing the car?”
Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes as Jack took the toddler back across the road to the easier job.
**
“Bye Bye Aberystwyth!” Ianto and Finn chorused together as Jack negotiated the roundabout by Morrisons, taking the road that lead down the coast to Aberaeron.
“Uncy Yan?” Finn asked as they passed the road sign for Devil’s Bridge.
“Yup?” Ianto asked, turning in his seat slightly so he could see his nephew who was swinging his legs happily in his car seat.
“Can we go on holiday again?” Finn asked, doing his best innocent face, not quite able to hide the rising smirk.
Ianto laughed. “Can we get home from this one before we start planning the next one?”
“Ok, but can we take Mummy next time too? And Daddy as well if he’s not at work?” Finn pressed.
“I’m not sure Mummy would want to come on holiday with Uncle Jack and me,” Ianto observed, cringing at the thought of going on holiday with his sister again. The last time he’d been on holiday with his sister had been for a week in Salou in Spain with a group of her mates and a group of his when he was seventeen and she twenty. He’d slept with her best mate one night when he was so drunk he could barely remember his own name. This had caused her to refuse to talk to him for the rest of the holiday, eventually getting her own back by sleeping with his best mate. When they got back to the arms of their loving parents their Mam thought they had been mugged. Ianto had a black eye from where his sister had hit him with the heel of her shoe and Rhiannon had a split lip from where her brother had pushed her into a tree after being kicked out of a bar for the blazing row they were having that had seen drinks thrown and glasses broken.
“What about Daddy?” Finn asked, looking and sounding hopeful.
Ianto looked nervously over at Jack before he replied, looking for advice or support, but Ianto knew as well as Jack that he was no good with domestic problems and affairs of the heart, even if these last few days had proven otherwise.
“I don’t know if Daddy will want to Finn,” Ianto said nervously. “Although you can always ask him,” Ianto added as an afterthought when he saw Finn’s face fall. Ianto let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Now they were on the road home it was like he was on the road back to the real world. All the thoughts he’d manage to push aside for the last couple of days started to plague him again. The Rift pushed to the forefront of his mind, closely followed by his sister and her impending divorce and suddenly his relationship with Jack didn’t seem all beaches and champagne.
Ianto turned to look out the window, trying to inhale the calmness of the passing countryside, accidentally hitting his head off the window where he had collided with the wall a few days ago. He let out a hiss of pain as they left the remainder of the town of Aberystwyth behind.
On to Part 15