At ten minutes to midnight, Jack and Ianto were inching their way towards the UNIT safehouse, making sure to stay in the shadows and away from as many CCTV cameras as possible. They were about twenty meters from the building’s back entrance when they were finally approached by a UNIT soldier.

“Excuse me, Sirs, but I’m afraid it’s past curfew. You’ ( Read more... )

Amazingly enough, Jack was as good as his word. He didn’t ask Ianto about the Battle on the walk back. He didn’t ask while Ianto showered for thirty minutes and then changed. He didn’t ask when Ianto pulled back the covers and finally laid his head on the small pillow. Instead, he kept up a one-sided commentary on the guests at the reception. Ianto ( Read more... )

Ianto set foot in the Hub at exactly 7am, carrying two suit bags in one arm and leading a wheeled suitcase in the other. He was shocked to see Owen sitting on the sofa, but he wasn’t surprised to see how angry Owen was. The medic was swearing and muttering to himself about damn captains taking tea-boys on last minute vacations. Just as Ianto was ( Read more... )

Since Ianto was actually paying attention now, the drive back to Cardiff seemed to take forever. He simply hadn’t realized how far he’d driven. He followed Jack’s SUV all the way, thankfully making faster time than normally due to Jack’s, shall we say, aggressive, driving techniques. Ianto had no time to sleep that night, and returned to his home ( Read more... )

Instead of going straight home as he planned, Ianto drove. He drove for hours, down highways, country lanes, one-car bridges. He drove until he hit water. He didn't realized how far he’d driven, adn the only town name he'd seen was for Kingston-upon-Hull, and that had been a while ago.. He had no idea where he was exactly, save that it was ( Read more... )

Tosh had never had a one night stand. She had never drank so much that she blacked out. She had never done drugs. Therefore, she was understandably confused why she woke up on her sofa with the light smell of male cologne in the air. Keeping her eyes closed in case whoever was in her house was watching, she thought back over the night. She ( Read more... )

It would have been poetic if the next morning had dawned bright and cheerful. It didn’t, though. Jack stepped out onto the Plass, wrapped tightly in his long greatcoat, wishing that he had remembered gloves. And a hat. And possibly a scarf. The sun was out, but, as this was Cardiff, it was more a joke, a temptation to lure unwary travelers and ( Read more... )

After Jack sent Mary to the sun, Ianto was left to interview Tosh. He was quiet, and considerate, rubbing her back as she cried and somehow coming up with an endless supply of tissues. He was kind, but thorough, the only one of the team not to blame Tosh for her indiscretion. Tosh was still raw, Ianto could see that; he knew the rawness, knew how ( Read more... )

As Jack laid the now-dry Ianto down on the bed, he took hold of Ianto’s left hand.

“Ianto? I’m going to give you that massage now ok? I’m going to use the baby oil from your bathroom. When you wake up tomorrow, we’re going to have a long and potentially interesting discussion on what you’re doing with baby oil in your bathroom, but for now I want ( Read more... )

Owen and Jack pulled up in front of a row of old Victorian townhouses on a quiet street in Roath. Ianto was number 13 (something that he often found either extremely ironic or extremely foreboding considering how his life was turning out lately). It took fifteen minutes of knocking and calling Ianto’s name before the door finally opened. Jack was ( Read more... )