Jack’s and Ianto’s Private Archives - Season 2 - 10/28 - part two 5/7
Title: Jack’s and Ianto’s Private Archives - Season 2 -10/28
Fandom: Torchwood
Part 2: Jack’s Travel Diaries - 05/07
POV: from Ianto’s point of view.
Characters/pairings: Jack/Ianto and Amy Prescott.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After “Meat” life goes on, Amy is still planning on marrying Ianto, and Jack wants to keep his lover in the Hub to sleep with him as often as he can manage, even if that mean pushing out walls.
Disclaimer: The usual, I don’t own what you’ll be able to recognize, the rest is all mine.
Beta: czarina_kitty
“You need to know that you bought me a very nice ring,” Amy told him as she got out of his shower.
She’d spend the night with him, the first time in weeks. Ianto’s life was really becoming complicated and it wasn’t about sharing. Jack knew about him having someone else and Amy, even if she wanted to marry him, was not expecting him to be her husband. She loved her freedom and respected his.
“I hope I didn’t spend more than I could afford,” he replied from the kitchen where he was making some coffee.
“Do you want to have a look at it?” she asked already heading for her purse. She rummaged in it a good minute before she could put her hand on the little blue box.
“Wow, I’ve been a bit too generous don’t you think?” Ianto exclaimed. “I wouldn’t put that much money in a car,” he pointed out.
“It doesn’t matter. They wouldn’t expect you to spend even a penny on it,” she replied with a laugh.
“Your family already think I'm marrying you for your money and you make fun of it?” he joked.
“Whatever I say and whatever you do, they will never change their minds about you. Not even my brother, so let’s give them something to chew on,” she replied. “Don’t you enjoy this?” she asked.
“A lot,” he replied with devilish grin. “I love playing the bad guy.”
“Don’t forget Whistler’s party tonight.”
“I won’t be able to come,” Ianto replied.
“Don’t tell me you’re working late again.”
“No, in fact, I promised a friend I would give him a hand moving in.”
“You? Moving things?” she bantered. “With those beautiful, manicured hands?” she added when he raised a scornful eyebrow.
“The fact that I’m taking care of my hands doesn’t mean I’m can’t use them,” he replied eyeing his own hands suspiciously. “And I don’t remember you ever complaining about my hands.”
“Oh I won’t. In fact, I love your hands. They are so soft and so talented,” she laughed. “But I’m not so sure about moving things, especially if it’s furniture.”
“Now I’m hurt,” Ianto pouted in a perfect imitation of Jack.
“He is back, right?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You’re colleague? The one who left?”
“Right,” Ianto admitted.
“He’s monopolizing you even more than he used to,” she stated.
“He is not feeling well--”
“No, please, not you, Ianto.”
“Something happen to him while he was gone. I don’t know what. It’s not something he can talk about.”
“You’re not going to fall for emotional blackmail, right? Not you?”
“No, I won’t,” Ianto replied. “But right now he needs someone by his side. Someone who cares. And when I needed help in the past, he was there for me.”
“I would have been there too, if you had asked,” she pointed out. “Okay, maybe this is about something classified,” she added before Ianto could say anything. “But then, why that shit about moving? You’re not going to start lying to me?”
“Believe it or not, it’s really about moving things in. But, as the furniture happens to be a bed, we’re probably going to christen it at the end of the process.”
“I warn you Ianto Jones, you better behave yourself,” she said planting a kiss on his lips. “Have fun,” she added before leaving.
This girl was really one of a kind, but marrying her was not going to make his life easier. Thankfully, everyone, starting with Amy herself, was doing everything possible to delay the wedding. And for the time being Ianto had another unique sort of lover to go to.
…………………
When Ianto arrived at the Hub, Jack was in his office. If it wasn’t for the clean shirt the Captain was wearing Ianto would have wondered if Jack had spent the night there. He looked as thoughtful and annoyed as he had when Ianto had left him the previous evening.
“Didn’t you sleep?” he asked.
“Do you think I shouldn’t have surrendered so easily?”
“Why did you?” Ianto asked. “I mean, really. Why did you do it?”
“I’m not really sure,” Jack replied. “I pondered about it all night long.”
Ianto sat himself on the edge of Jack’s desk, putting the most neutral mask he could manage on his face, before asking, “Do you think he could become a problem?”
“No, I don’t think so. That’s not the issue…”
“So what is it, then?”
“I’d say he’s the ordinary hero type,” Jack sighed. “And now that he’s tasted the thrill, I fear he’ll be tempted to stupidly put is life at risk.”
“Not really your concern, if you ask me,” Ianto replied a bit more dryly than he would have liked, but Jack didn’t seem to notice.
“If something happen to him, you go and see if Gwen doesn’t make it our concern.”
“Gwen pushed you on that one, if Rhys turn out not to be able to handle it, you’ll just have to force her to face her own mess,” Ianto stated sternly. “She made it her problem, not yours.”
Jack looked up and gave him a half smile.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. How about coffee Mister Jones?”
“Right away, sir,” Ianto replied jumping off the desk and rushing toward the kitchen with an invigorated Captain on his tail. “When you said ‘the ordinary hero type’, what exactly do you mean?”
“The kind of ordinary guy who, when confronted with an extreme situation, prove themselves to be incredibly brave. The kind of guys you can rely in war.”
“And you believe Rhys to be that kind of guy?”
“Yes, I do,” Jack stated.
While brewing the morning’s first round of coffee, Ianto couldn’t keep his mind from drifting back to that strange nightmare he had while Jack was gone. Because in that nightmare, Rhys had joined the resistance he had built with Tosh and Esther. And what was very funny about it was that before Gwen brought Rhys to the Hub the previous day, Ianto only knew him through files and Gwen’s chats. However, like Jack, he had the feeling Rhys wouldn’t be a threat to Torchwood.
This day was one of the rough ones. Nothing very extraordinary for the Torchwood team, just a day no one found time to finish a cup of his coffee, except for him. He even managed to take a moment to go and get the bed Jack had ordered two weeks earlier. Ianto still didn’t have a clue as to what Jack intend to do with it, but Ianto had made himself clear with the Captain: if he wanted Ianto on the bed, it had to be installed near a proper shower and out of any camera’s range.
Ianto left the bed inside the lorry, waiting for his colleagues to leave the Hub for the night before going back to unload it with Jack.
“You bought a king size bed?” Ianto commented, still puzzled about Jack casual attitude.
“We’re not exactly gnomes, and you seemed to want comfort…,” Jack humoured.
“And where do you intend to put it, if I may ask?”
“In my place, of course.”
“You’re place? Do you mean that rat hole under your office?”
“Yep! That’s the idea.”
“No way. Not only is the only access to that burrow a two foot wide hole, as I shouldn’t need to remind you, but the floor space down there is smaller than that bed,” Ianto pointed out waiting for Jack’s reaction.
“That won’t be a problem, we’ll push out the walls,” Jack grinned. “Will you help me? Or do you intend to spend the night here wondering? Unless you’re okay with christening it here and now…”
“We’re in a car park, Jack.”
“So let’s get it to a more private place, if you mind.”
Ianto let out a resigned sigh and went to help Jack carry first the mattress, then the cross-beam from the UNIT lorry that Ianto had long ago customized into a Torchwood vehicle and into Jack office. To get the bed inside that room they had to push most of the furniture against the walls. The two pieces of the bed lying on their thin sides occupied most of the space by the man hole.
“So, now what?” Ianto smirked.
Jack granted him a wild grin, and went to rummage first in one of his desk’s drawers, then in the cupboard behind it, and finally by the safe. He collected three different items from these places and put them together to build what looked like gun from a comic book.
“Here it is,” Jack claimed proudly.
“Do you intend to threaten that bed into this hole, by fear of that thing?”
Jack was having a lot of fun, and Ianto realized he might have missed something. A gun, a hole, a big bed, pushing out walls… “Is that thing the square gun?”
Jack grinned and fired at the floor, opening a wide square hole in it.
“I thought that was out of batteries,” Ianto pouted, Jack once again had cheated and made fun of him.
“Batteries can always been replaced,” Jack replied, jumping down feet first in the hole. Ianto followed him using the ladder. Jack had already disintegrated the only free wall of the small room, and it was now open into the first floor archives.
Jack was standing right where the wall used to be grinning madly at him.
“What do you say about rebuilding it here?” he asked enjoying it a bit too much for Ianto’s taste.
“That should be good,” Ianto commented. “That way we’ll be able to walk around it.”
“Wow, should I be worried?” Jack bantered, rebuilding the wall. His eyes were sparkling with delight, wondering about the way Ianto was going to punish him for making so much fun of him. Ianto couldn’t help but grin back. Jack was really one of a kind, and the night was going to be very, very hot.
First chapter of the Archives season one here on LJ and Master list of both seasons here
To be continued.