Just Like A Jones 35/40
Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 35
Rating: NC-17 for series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. David. Martha. Gwen/Rhys. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon.
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
Thanks. Thanks to everyone who has replied so far XD. As i have said before it was lack of feedback that made me give up before.
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It was the strength of the sunlight through the window that forced Ianto out of his sleep at half eleven in the morning. It wasn't exactly early, but then again he hadn't gone to sleep till nearly half-past three. He rolled away from the sunlight and towards Jack, hoping to find a warm pair of arms to settle into. But Jack's arms were not where he expected them to be, and he frowned when he found his side of the bed cold and empty. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and slipped out from the warmth of the duvet, then pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt before making his way out of the bedroom. Ianto followed the aroma of strong coffee that wafted along the hallway until it led him to the kitchen.
What met him there was a beautiful sight. Jack was standing over the cooker wearing black shorts, an apron and a pair of white socks, poking the contents of the frying pan with a spatula. Ianto could see the strings of the apron as they fell into a bow in the middle of his back and he let his eyes follow the string down as it fell over the curve of his arse. He smiled as he admired it; it was such a beautiful curve.
“What are you doing?” Ianto asked.
“What does it look like?”
Ianto crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around him, then pressed his lips against Jack's shoulder as he peeked over to see into the frying pan. “It looks like you're cooking eggs.” He slipped his hands into the front pocket of the red and white apron and let his fingers stroke the outline of his cock through the material.
“Not just eggs,” he said, “I have some things keeping warm in the oven too. Mushrooms, a few rashes of bacon, sausages, tomatoes, toast.” He smiled proudly as he tossed the rapidly scrambling eggs. “Fresh coffee is on and brewing.”
“I'm impressed.”
Jack leaned into Ianto's lips as they caressed his neck and tried not to concentrate on the painfully slow movement of his hand. “I was thinking that we could have breakfast in bed.”
“It's almost lunchtime.”
“Well, I woke up late.”
“Did I keep you up?” Ianto whispered. He pressed his body against him from behind and took Jack's weight as he leaned back, surrendering to the touch; he could feel the effect the slow stroke of his hand was starting to have on him and smiled against his neck.
“Only in the best possible way.” Jack considered it for a moment, and bit his lip to keep the smile at bay. “Well, almost the best possible way. I'm saving that for later.”
“I would apologise, but that would mean that I didn't enjoy keeping you awake.”
“You enjoy it way too much.” Jack moaned a little as Ianto changed the pace of his massage. “Just as I'm sure you're enjoying crating a health and safety hazard by doing that.”
“I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Well, it ain't just the eggs that are in the process of being tossed.”
Ianto moved his lips to Jack's ear. “I was thinking,” he whispered, “we could go back to bed for a bit.”
“What about breakfast?”
“You don't need to cook me breakfast.”
“I want to.” Jack returned his concentration to the eggs.
“You never did it before.”
Jack turned around and kissed Ianto's lips softly. “Well, you never came back from the dead before.”
Ianto hung his arms around Jack's neck, then stepped closer to erase any gap between them, his fingers playing idly with the short hairs on the back of his neck. “We never did any of this, did we?” he said, “saving the world always seemed to get in the way of lazy Saturdays.”
“Well we do today. Breakfast, crappy TV and as much illicit sex as you can handle.”
Ianto smiled as his mouth hovered a breath away from Jack's lips. “That beats the hell out of chasing Weevils down an alley any day.” He pulled him close and covered his lips with a kiss, drawing his body in.
Jack smiled through it and wrapped his arms around him, still holding the eggy spatula, and let his hand grip Ianto's arse. What turned into a quick mid-cookery kiss deepened and he could feel the younger man's body respond to his touch. He opened one eye when the aroma of caught eggs started to waft his way.
“Breakfast burning,” he mumbled.
“Do you have more eggs?”
“Yes.”
“Let it burn then.” Ianto turned off the gas and pushed Jack back against the fridge, then lowered his eyes to a leering glare. “I have better things to do with my mouth than eat bloody eggs.”
Jack pulled the Welshman closer by his shirt and covered his lips with his own; he could feel Ianto as he used his body to pin him against the cold surface. He let his hands stray to Ianto's arse again and pulled his body towards him, then smiled at the budding erection that pressed into his hip. His hands wandered underneath Ianto's shirt and touched the warm skin underneath.
The Welshman moaned into his mouth and pushed him further against the fridge, caressing his neck with his fingers.
“Okay! I'm nearly all packed and ready to--” Mica stopped dead in the doorway and slowly started to retreat, “have that image in my nightmares for all eternity.”
Jack and Ianto paused mid kiss and opened their eyes to look at each other, then pulled back a little.
“I thought you were leaving first thing,” Jack said, “I presumed you were gone.”
“Nope. Still here.” Mica backed out of the kitchen, looking everywhere but at the two men who still stood frozen in their embrace. “I'm just going to pack up the car.”
Ianto dropped his head to Jack's shoulder and groaned.
“I suppose it's a good job we didn't go back to bed.”
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Rhiannon stared into the depths of her tea and stirred the sugar into it slowly. It was starting to go cold now, and the sugar was more than dissolved, but the hypnotic sight of the spoon in her vision made her want to keep looking at it.
“You okay, love?”
Johnny's voice snapped her out of her trance and she shook her head to refocus her eyes. “Yeah, fine.”
“You tossed and turned all night,” he said, “did you get any sleep?”
“A little bit.” She took a sip of her tea and swallowed it down, then wish she hadn't; it was clay cold and far too sweet. “Just one of those nights I suppose.”
“You're okay though?” Johnny asked, sitting next to her. He lay his hand on top of hers. “You would tell me if something was wrong?”
Rhiannon slipped her hand away, walked over to the sink and tipped out her tea, then switched on the kettle to reboil. “Of course I would.”
“She'll be fine, you know.”
“Yeah.” She smiled tightly like only a Jones could. “Yeah, I know.”
“And Jack would tell us if something was wrong.”
“You really think so?” Rhiannon sat down beside her husband again. “How well do we really know him?”
“What are you talkin' about?” Johnny asked with a hint of confusion. “He's virtually family!”
“He disappears with her, he telling us nothing and you think we know him, you think we can trust him?”
“Rhi, this is Jack, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He loves her like his own.”
“I know.” She sighed heavily, then leaned back in her chair. Her fingers found an itchy spot on her wrist and started to claw away the screaming that told her to scratch. She could feel her skin get hot as her nails dragged across the surface, then changed to the other wrist. Rhiannon switched her itching from one wrist to the other, until she started to do both at once. The scraping of her nails could be heard over the boiling of the kettle and she could feel her skin starting to burn and break.
“Stop.” Johnny took her hand. “Don't do that.”
“I have an itch.” She moved her hands away from his and started to claw away at her skin again.
“You'll hurt yourself.”
“I'm just worried and confused and scared.”
“About what?”
“It doesn't matter, never mind.” She stood up and grabbed her coat from the hook in the hallway. “I think I'll go get us some fish and chips in for lunch. The walk might do me some good.”
Johnny followed her and caught Rhiannon's hand before she could leave. “Maybe one of your tablets would be a good idea today.”
“No.”
“Just one?” He suggested. “Just to calm you down a bit. I don't like the look of you, I know where this is heading.”
“I don't need any today.” Rhi leaned against the front door and sighed heavily, then turned around. “I'm not going to lose it.”
“They're not for that. You just need to calm yourself a bit, and they help.”
“I'll tell you after my walk,” she said, “I don't want to take it.”
“I'll come with you.” Johnny reached for his coat. “We can go somewhere quiet and eat.”
“You don't have to follow me,” Rhiannon said opening the door, “I'm not going to run away and I'm not going to hurt myself.”
“Are you sure?” Johnny asked. “Because I'm not.”
“I'll be back in an hour.”
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“All ready to go?” Ianto knocked on Mica's door and leaned on the frame.
“Yep.” She couldn't bring herself to look at him. “I think you and Uncle Jack need some time by yourselves.”
“I'm really sorry.”
Mica smiled as she zipped up her bag. “What for?”
“The kitchen thing.” Ianto's cheeks burned a shade of red. “we thought you had left already.”
“It's okay.” She walked towards him and met his eyes for the first time. “I'm happy that he's happy again, and that you two have a second chance.” She kissed his cheek. “Don't waste it. He loves you.”
“I do love him too y'know?”
“I know. But you two are men, and men have a tendency to mess things up by being stupid .Try not to be stupid.”
“I can't promise anything.” Ianto handed her his diary. “Don't forget this.”
“I don't need it any more,” she said, “I have you now.”
“Take it.”
“It's okay, I know it off by heart anyway.”
“Please.”
Mica sighed and took it, then slipped it into her bag before zipping it up again. “You're coming home tomorrow though, right?”
“Yeah.” Ianto took a deep breath. “I don't know how it'll go, but I'll be there.”
“She's going to be scared at first, but she'll be so happy when she realises it's all real.” She looked over at Ianto who just stared at the floor and frowned. “She lost so much when she lost you, and you're going to give her so much back.”
“I don't even know if I'm ready to see her. I don't know what I can say.”
“Hello is a start.”
“And then what?” Ianto laughed a little bitterly. “The weather?”
“I don't know. This is new to both of us.” Mica looked at her watch. “I should go and you need to go and have some time with Jack.”
Ianto took the bag from her hand. “I'll walk you to the car.”
Mica led the way out of the house and opened the car, then watched Ianto as he closed the front door behind him. He walked over to her and put the bag in the back seat.
“Could you do me a favour?”
“Anything.”
“In my diary there's a letter for Gwen. Could you get it to her for me?”
Mica nodded. “Of course I will.”
“And don't mention this to Jack yet, we haven't talked much about her.”
“You need to sometime,” she said, “secrets are bad things. Too much harm can come of them.”
“I know. I just need one day where everything is carefree, we'll talk tomorrow.”
“Make sure you do.”
Ianto sighed, looking back towards the house; he could see Jack through the window serving up their breakfast. “I know how he feels about having her in his life, but I need to see her.” Ianto turned to look at Mica. “She was my friend. I could always go to her when I couldn't talk to him.”
“And Jack will understand that. We all need friends. Who else would we go to when everyone else pisses us off?” Mica stepped towards him and hugged him tightly. “Look after yourself.”
“Jack looks after me enough.”
“Then look after him, yeah?” She pulled back a little to look at him.
“Always.”
Ianto opened the car door for her, then closed it when she got inside; Mica rolled down the window. “See you tomorrow then.”
“Drive safely.”
Ianto watched as the car as it rolled away and turned left, then followed it until it disappeared out of sight and sighed. He walked back into the house and headed towards the kitchen.
“Did she get away okay?”
“Yeah.” Ianto smiled and walked towards him, then wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in close. “There's just you and me now.”
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Rhiannon stood outside the police station and wrapped her coat around her, then took a deep breath and walked up the steps. She jumped a little as the automatic doors opened, then waited for a moment before she wandered inside. Rhi looked a little unsure as she walked towards the desk, so she found the spot on her wrist again and clawed away till the screaming went. The policeman behind the desk was inside a large glass room that didn't seem to have any doors; he reminded her of a fly stuck inside a cube of ice. She stared at him as he sat there, locked away behind the thick wall of glass for a moment and scratched until she felt better.
“Can I help?” The man asked after a while. “Would you like to speak to someone?”
“Yes.” Rhiannon snapped out of her daze and stopped scratching. “Andy Davison please.”
CHAPTER 36 HERE
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Chapter: 35
Rating: NC-17 for series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. David. Martha. Gwen/Rhys. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon.
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
Thanks. Thanks to everyone who has replied so far XD. As i have said before it was lack of feedback that made me give up before.
PART 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34
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It was the strength of the sunlight through the window that forced Ianto out of his sleep at half eleven in the morning. It wasn't exactly early, but then again he hadn't gone to sleep till nearly half-past three. He rolled away from the sunlight and towards Jack, hoping to find a warm pair of arms to settle into. But Jack's arms were not where he expected them to be, and he frowned when he found his side of the bed cold and empty. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and slipped out from the warmth of the duvet, then pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt before making his way out of the bedroom. Ianto followed the aroma of strong coffee that wafted along the hallway until it led him to the kitchen.
What met him there was a beautiful sight. Jack was standing over the cooker wearing black shorts, an apron and a pair of white socks, poking the contents of the frying pan with a spatula. Ianto could see the strings of the apron as they fell into a bow in the middle of his back and he let his eyes follow the string down as it fell over the curve of his arse. He smiled as he admired it; it was such a beautiful curve.
“What are you doing?” Ianto asked.
“What does it look like?”
Ianto crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around him, then pressed his lips against Jack's shoulder as he peeked over to see into the frying pan. “It looks like you're cooking eggs.” He slipped his hands into the front pocket of the red and white apron and let his fingers stroke the outline of his cock through the material.
“Not just eggs,” he said, “I have some things keeping warm in the oven too. Mushrooms, a few rashes of bacon, sausages, tomatoes, toast.” He smiled proudly as he tossed the rapidly scrambling eggs. “Fresh coffee is on and brewing.”
“I'm impressed.”
Jack leaned into Ianto's lips as they caressed his neck and tried not to concentrate on the painfully slow movement of his hand. “I was thinking that we could have breakfast in bed.”
“It's almost lunchtime.”
“Well, I woke up late.”
“Did I keep you up?” Ianto whispered. He pressed his body against him from behind and took Jack's weight as he leaned back, surrendering to the touch; he could feel the effect the slow stroke of his hand was starting to have on him and smiled against his neck.
“Only in the best possible way.” Jack considered it for a moment, and bit his lip to keep the smile at bay. “Well, almost the best possible way. I'm saving that for later.”
“I would apologise, but that would mean that I didn't enjoy keeping you awake.”
“You enjoy it way too much.” Jack moaned a little as Ianto changed the pace of his massage. “Just as I'm sure you're enjoying crating a health and safety hazard by doing that.”
“I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Well, it ain't just the eggs that are in the process of being tossed.”
Ianto moved his lips to Jack's ear. “I was thinking,” he whispered, “we could go back to bed for a bit.”
“What about breakfast?”
“You don't need to cook me breakfast.”
“I want to.” Jack returned his concentration to the eggs.
“You never did it before.”
Jack turned around and kissed Ianto's lips softly. “Well, you never came back from the dead before.”
Ianto hung his arms around Jack's neck, then stepped closer to erase any gap between them, his fingers playing idly with the short hairs on the back of his neck. “We never did any of this, did we?” he said, “saving the world always seemed to get in the way of lazy Saturdays.”
“Well we do today. Breakfast, crappy TV and as much illicit sex as you can handle.”
Ianto smiled as his mouth hovered a breath away from Jack's lips. “That beats the hell out of chasing Weevils down an alley any day.” He pulled him close and covered his lips with a kiss, drawing his body in.
Jack smiled through it and wrapped his arms around him, still holding the eggy spatula, and let his hand grip Ianto's arse. What turned into a quick mid-cookery kiss deepened and he could feel the younger man's body respond to his touch. He opened one eye when the aroma of caught eggs started to waft his way.
“Breakfast burning,” he mumbled.
“Do you have more eggs?”
“Yes.”
“Let it burn then.” Ianto turned off the gas and pushed Jack back against the fridge, then lowered his eyes to a leering glare. “I have better things to do with my mouth than eat bloody eggs.”
Jack pulled the Welshman closer by his shirt and covered his lips with his own; he could feel Ianto as he used his body to pin him against the cold surface. He let his hands stray to Ianto's arse again and pulled his body towards him, then smiled at the budding erection that pressed into his hip. His hands wandered underneath Ianto's shirt and touched the warm skin underneath.
The Welshman moaned into his mouth and pushed him further against the fridge, caressing his neck with his fingers.
“Okay! I'm nearly all packed and ready to--” Mica stopped dead in the doorway and slowly started to retreat, “have that image in my nightmares for all eternity.”
Jack and Ianto paused mid kiss and opened their eyes to look at each other, then pulled back a little.
“I thought you were leaving first thing,” Jack said, “I presumed you were gone.”
“Nope. Still here.” Mica backed out of the kitchen, looking everywhere but at the two men who still stood frozen in their embrace. “I'm just going to pack up the car.”
Ianto dropped his head to Jack's shoulder and groaned.
“I suppose it's a good job we didn't go back to bed.”
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Rhiannon stared into the depths of her tea and stirred the sugar into it slowly. It was starting to go cold now, and the sugar was more than dissolved, but the hypnotic sight of the spoon in her vision made her want to keep looking at it.
“You okay, love?”
Johnny's voice snapped her out of her trance and she shook her head to refocus her eyes. “Yeah, fine.”
“You tossed and turned all night,” he said, “did you get any sleep?”
“A little bit.” She took a sip of her tea and swallowed it down, then wish she hadn't; it was clay cold and far too sweet. “Just one of those nights I suppose.”
“You're okay though?” Johnny asked, sitting next to her. He lay his hand on top of hers. “You would tell me if something was wrong?”
Rhiannon slipped her hand away, walked over to the sink and tipped out her tea, then switched on the kettle to reboil. “Of course I would.”
“She'll be fine, you know.”
“Yeah.” She smiled tightly like only a Jones could. “Yeah, I know.”
“And Jack would tell us if something was wrong.”
“You really think so?” Rhiannon sat down beside her husband again. “How well do we really know him?”
“What are you talkin' about?” Johnny asked with a hint of confusion. “He's virtually family!”
“He disappears with her, he telling us nothing and you think we know him, you think we can trust him?”
“Rhi, this is Jack, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He loves her like his own.”
“I know.” She sighed heavily, then leaned back in her chair. Her fingers found an itchy spot on her wrist and started to claw away the screaming that told her to scratch. She could feel her skin get hot as her nails dragged across the surface, then changed to the other wrist. Rhiannon switched her itching from one wrist to the other, until she started to do both at once. The scraping of her nails could be heard over the boiling of the kettle and she could feel her skin starting to burn and break.
“Stop.” Johnny took her hand. “Don't do that.”
“I have an itch.” She moved her hands away from his and started to claw away at her skin again.
“You'll hurt yourself.”
“I'm just worried and confused and scared.”
“About what?”
“It doesn't matter, never mind.” She stood up and grabbed her coat from the hook in the hallway. “I think I'll go get us some fish and chips in for lunch. The walk might do me some good.”
Johnny followed her and caught Rhiannon's hand before she could leave. “Maybe one of your tablets would be a good idea today.”
“No.”
“Just one?” He suggested. “Just to calm you down a bit. I don't like the look of you, I know where this is heading.”
“I don't need any today.” Rhi leaned against the front door and sighed heavily, then turned around. “I'm not going to lose it.”
“They're not for that. You just need to calm yourself a bit, and they help.”
“I'll tell you after my walk,” she said, “I don't want to take it.”
“I'll come with you.” Johnny reached for his coat. “We can go somewhere quiet and eat.”
“You don't have to follow me,” Rhiannon said opening the door, “I'm not going to run away and I'm not going to hurt myself.”
“Are you sure?” Johnny asked. “Because I'm not.”
“I'll be back in an hour.”
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“All ready to go?” Ianto knocked on Mica's door and leaned on the frame.
“Yep.” She couldn't bring herself to look at him. “I think you and Uncle Jack need some time by yourselves.”
“I'm really sorry.”
Mica smiled as she zipped up her bag. “What for?”
“The kitchen thing.” Ianto's cheeks burned a shade of red. “we thought you had left already.”
“It's okay.” She walked towards him and met his eyes for the first time. “I'm happy that he's happy again, and that you two have a second chance.” She kissed his cheek. “Don't waste it. He loves you.”
“I do love him too y'know?”
“I know. But you two are men, and men have a tendency to mess things up by being stupid .Try not to be stupid.”
“I can't promise anything.” Ianto handed her his diary. “Don't forget this.”
“I don't need it any more,” she said, “I have you now.”
“Take it.”
“It's okay, I know it off by heart anyway.”
“Please.”
Mica sighed and took it, then slipped it into her bag before zipping it up again. “You're coming home tomorrow though, right?”
“Yeah.” Ianto took a deep breath. “I don't know how it'll go, but I'll be there.”
“She's going to be scared at first, but she'll be so happy when she realises it's all real.” She looked over at Ianto who just stared at the floor and frowned. “She lost so much when she lost you, and you're going to give her so much back.”
“I don't even know if I'm ready to see her. I don't know what I can say.”
“Hello is a start.”
“And then what?” Ianto laughed a little bitterly. “The weather?”
“I don't know. This is new to both of us.” Mica looked at her watch. “I should go and you need to go and have some time with Jack.”
Ianto took the bag from her hand. “I'll walk you to the car.”
Mica led the way out of the house and opened the car, then watched Ianto as he closed the front door behind him. He walked over to her and put the bag in the back seat.
“Could you do me a favour?”
“Anything.”
“In my diary there's a letter for Gwen. Could you get it to her for me?”
Mica nodded. “Of course I will.”
“And don't mention this to Jack yet, we haven't talked much about her.”
“You need to sometime,” she said, “secrets are bad things. Too much harm can come of them.”
“I know. I just need one day where everything is carefree, we'll talk tomorrow.”
“Make sure you do.”
Ianto sighed, looking back towards the house; he could see Jack through the window serving up their breakfast. “I know how he feels about having her in his life, but I need to see her.” Ianto turned to look at Mica. “She was my friend. I could always go to her when I couldn't talk to him.”
“And Jack will understand that. We all need friends. Who else would we go to when everyone else pisses us off?” Mica stepped towards him and hugged him tightly. “Look after yourself.”
“Jack looks after me enough.”
“Then look after him, yeah?” She pulled back a little to look at him.
“Always.”
Ianto opened the car door for her, then closed it when she got inside; Mica rolled down the window. “See you tomorrow then.”
“Drive safely.”
Ianto watched as the car as it rolled away and turned left, then followed it until it disappeared out of sight and sighed. He walked back into the house and headed towards the kitchen.
“Did she get away okay?”
“Yeah.” Ianto smiled and walked towards him, then wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in close. “There's just you and me now.”
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Rhiannon stood outside the police station and wrapped her coat around her, then took a deep breath and walked up the steps. She jumped a little as the automatic doors opened, then waited for a moment before she wandered inside. Rhi looked a little unsure as she walked towards the desk, so she found the spot on her wrist again and clawed away till the screaming went. The policeman behind the desk was inside a large glass room that didn't seem to have any doors; he reminded her of a fly stuck inside a cube of ice. She stared at him as he sat there, locked away behind the thick wall of glass for a moment and scratched until she felt better.
“Can I help?” The man asked after a while. “Would you like to speak to someone?”
“Yes.” Rhiannon snapped out of her daze and stopped scratching. “Andy Davison please.”
CHAPTER 36 HERE
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