Noooo. this isn't a contrite Jack. NEVER!

[greatcoatcapt]

Who: Jack & Jones
What: Jack comes/returns/whatevers to AV. And has a *gasp* apology to make.
When: Forward dated to Christmas eve because we're impatient buggers. Time, close to closing.
Where: Starting at the Teaspoon, prolly moving to Ianto's.
Rating: S for Shmoop, Sap, and a few other S words...

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[teapot_jones]

Well. Honestly, the last thing Ianto expected was to hear the little bell over the door jingle. It was Christmas and he hardly expected people to be out and about at this point. They should all be snug at home, sozzled on various jolly drinks flavored with rum. Like hot buttered rum. Or eggnog with rum. Or ... just rum, he supposed.

So when the bell jangled and Ianto turned away from his eternal pile of washing up, he expected it to be someone lost, or a friend stopping in and making him be jolly. Jack Harkness was the last thing he expected, and that showed clearly in the pole axed expression he wore.

Jack had left. So why was he standing by the door, looking for all the world like he was going to cry?

Ianto set down the dirty cup he was holding and licked at his lip a bit, trying to gather scattered wits. After a moment, he nodded. "What happened? It's not much after you've gone. Couple of weeks, I think."

[greatcoatcapt]

Jack didn't look like he was about to cry. He looked halfway between constipated and contrite... so maybe he did look about ready to cry. But he didn't know what he was going to find when he got to Canada. Jack liked having exit strategies whenever possible.

"You're the third person who's said I've been here before. I've not. You left Cardiff about a year ago."

Jack paused, leaning against the closed door. "Nothing happened. Just... wanted to check up on you is all. Things look fine so I suppose I'll just go."

[teapot_jones]

"You just got here," he found himself protesting, sliding around the counter to put nothing but thin air between them. "For the first time, apparently. Stay, I'll fix you a cup." For the first time in a year, for Jack.

Sometimes, this town really screwed with his head. Ianto found himself watching Jack, head tipped just a little bit.

[greatcoatcapt]

"Yes, but I'm not intruding either," Jack replied. He drew his lower lip into his mouth, watching Ianto for a long moment. His 'fears' as they were had been confirmed. There was no reunion like Jack had expected -- no running around the counter, arms spread and being snogged against the nearest flat space.

In other words, there was someone. And Jack wanted to get his ass back to Cardiff. This had been a stupid, stupid idea from the get go.

"Sure. I can at least stay for a cup," Jack replied. "Gwen can make a decent cup. And the new Doctor we found doesn't brew a bad one either." Still, the greatcoat remained on his shoulders.