“There you are, Owen,” Ianto said, setting a coffee cup down where the doctor could reach it in the autopsy room. Owen looked up and thanked him, though he fought off the will to do a double-take when he saw Ianto’s appearance. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a baggy jumper. He had a slight shadow of stubble and his hair was sticking up ( Read more... )

Jack stretched his arms above his head as he walked beside Gwen to head back to the SUV. “Nothing like a good chase to get some exercise.”

“Maybe, but we were the ones being chased,” Gwen said.

“Semantics,” Jack said. “We got them.”

“You played bait again,” Gwen said. “I hate when you do that, Jack.”

“I should be glad Ianto is out for the ( Read more... )

Ianto was out buying biscuits for the rest of the team, chocolate for Jack, the ones with caramel for Owen, white chocolate for Tosh and vanilla for Gwen. He kept them on stock for when they were going to have an exceptionally long morning, or when it was obvious they were having a really bad day. He’d have to remember to find a better hiding place ( Read more... )

The ride back to Ianto’s flat was filled with Jack talking. Talking because the floodgates had been opened by his own thoughts, and Ianto was a willing listener. Jack wasn’t really sure how much of his stories Ianto believed, but even if it was just a fraction of them, not matter how small, it was something. Still, being open or not, the captain ( Read more... )

Jack looked at the steering wheel of the SUV, wondering if he should just go ahead and walk up to Ianto’s flat. He didn’t know if that was expected of him or not. He’d never really dated a man in the last century. He’d had great sex, passionate flings, even long term “we-won’t-define-this-because-society-will-frown-on-it” things. He just wasn’t ( Read more... )

Jack looked at Ianto curiously as he went about his regular duties. After the young man had accepted Jack’s offer of dinner and a movie, of a real date, the former time agent had been certain that things would go back to normal, at least, maybe even better than normal. He could have even dealt with anger from his lover, but not this. Not a cold ( Read more... )

Ianto slowly climbed the stairs to his flat, trying not to draw attention to himself. It was hard enough answering questions as to why he kept odd hours, hardly was seen with anyone or had been getting rid of a woman’s things as of late. How was he supposed to explain why he looked like he’d been bludgeoned within an inch of his life and had a ( Read more... )

Jack watched with concern as Ianto sat on the autopsy table with Owen hovering over him. The Welshman was wearing some of Jack’s spare clothes, a T-shirt and jeans that never left the captain’s closet. After a spray of alien goo from an over-enthusiastic conspiracy theorist, Ianto had been forced to be rushed back to the hub for a shower and ( Read more... )

Ianto would remember to never take Gwen up on a suggestion that they all go on a double date. It was an odd request from the woman, and Ianto and Jack both assumed it came from a need to be closer as a team since Tosh and Owen. It seemed logical enough, but most of the night was spent with Gwen behaving like she was trying to prove a point to Rhys ( Read more... )