Methos breezed back into the hub one day with an invitation to buy the team a drink, which everyone accepted. Ianto didn’t complain when he found himself sandwiched between Jack and Methos in the pub, though he did suspect Jack had an ulterior motive. His suspicion deepened as he tried to follow the other three when they left and found himself ( Read more... )

 
“Love life; don’t just live it.” He said to himself, as he reached out to gently caress the face resting on his pillow, so vulnerable looking in repose without the outer defences in place. Ianto nuzzled into the touch like a kitten, but did not wake. Jack glanced up to his office, as if he were talking to an unseen presence. “I’m not sure this is ( Read more... )

“You’ll never do it, you know.”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

“It’s impossible.”

“I think I’m managing alright.” Ianto scribbled down a couple more words.

“You shouldn’t have taken that bet. I mean, how can you describe how wonderful I am in less than a hundred words so they know why you put up with me?” Jack grinned, the others had ( Read more... )