Title: Goodnight Sweetheart
Parings/characters: Ianto/Lisa Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Toshiko, Andy/Donna
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: When Ianto lost his job he knew it was the oppotunity he'd been waiting for but nothing could have prepared him for what was to come when he leased the premises for his new enterprise.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
“I'm not so sure we should be taking Jenni with us,” Jack mused out loud, and not for the first time.
“It'll be fine,” Ianto assured him. “luckily Silver Cross prams have barely changed since they first came about and this one is a perfect.”
“But even so, we're going to draw attention to ourselves,” Jack replied. “two men, pushing a pram?”
“We'll head straight for the pub and make it known to the usual patrons that she is my niece and that I am looking after her for my sister,” Ianto assured him. “that I was the only person on hand to care for my niece when my brother-in-law was taken ill and it'll spread like wildfire, you know what the local gossips are like.”
“Now that is true,” Jack nodded, watching Ianto place their sleeping daughter into the pram and cover her with a sheet and hand knitted blanket in the softest baby pink wool. “Jenni even looks the part in that dress Rhiannon made for her.”
“Who knew my sister could be so good at sewing when she put her mind to it,” Ianto agreed. “now, the bottles are stowed in the bag in the basket under the pram along with her nappies and wipes, I'd say we are good to go?”
“Ready as I'll ever be,” Jack answered, looking forward to seeing a young a vibrant Donna again.
“Lets get going,” Ianto grinned, pushing the pram to the back door of the coffee shop and waiting for Jack to move past so he could help lift it down the few steps into the courtyard. “now we know we can take her though the portal it'll make life a little easier.”
“And Donna will love her,” Jack grinned, looking up at the blue, almost cloudless sky. “I hope the weather in London is a good as it is here today.”
“It better be!” Ianto stated. “Here we go ...”
And with that they walked towards the big metal gates and vanished …
“What the ...” Jack stuttered, completely stunned by the place they had emerged.
It looked like the same place they always came through but there were brightly coloured market stalls everywhere and the people that milled about them were dressed in anything but the clothing of the 1940's that he was used to seeing.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, confusion on his face.
Ianto laughed, taking in his surroundings. The bright colours the people were dressed in, the shortness of the skirts and dresses and the knee high boots. And to complete the scene completely he could hear the sound of a track by The Beatles playing from a nearby speaker.
“Jack, welcome to the 1960's,” Ianto grinned. “or the Swinging Sixties as it's often referred to!”
“Will I like it?” Jack asked, a little aghast.
“If I know you, you'll love it,” Ianto told him. “come on, lets go and find Donna and Andy.”
“Do you think they'll still be at the pub?” Jack asked, walking beside Ianto as he pushed the pram down the path.
“Don't you remember, Donna told us they stayed there until their children left home,” Ianto answered.
“She did,” Jack nodded, remembering. “I bet she still looks the same.”
“Boy is she in for a surprise,” Ianto grinned.
“Even bigger than ours, I wonder why the time through the portal has shifted forwards?” Jack questioned.
“I have no idea, but I hear the 60's were good so I suggest we just enjoy it,” Ianto answered.
“That sounds like a plan,” Jack said as the pub came into view and they paused for a moment, spotting the red-head no more than a few yards in front of them.
Then she looked up, a look of shock, amazement and glee intermingling across her face.
“Jack! Ianto!” She shrieked, running full pet towards them and throwing herself first into Jack's arms and hugging him tight and then Ianto's before spotting the pram.
“Oh my god ...” she gasped. “she's …?”
“She's mine,” Ianto told her proudly. “ours.”
“She's beautiful,” Donna cooed at the still sleeping infant. “but … it's been twenty years since I saw you last ...”
“Don't worry, we'll explain all,” Jack told her, linking his arm with hers. “lets go where we can talk.”
“You'd better!” She told them forcefully as they walked the short distance to the pub.
A huge thank you to everyone who stuck with this when th bunnies ran for the hills and your wonderful and always appreciated comments. I will be finishing The Torchwood Insitute soon as my bunnies appearing to be behaving better this past week ... and then i will be starting on my next fic - Utopia, which was to be my wrianojune fic but writing it so fast caused it to not go how i wanted and the bunnies did a bunk so it was never finished, but now i have the chance to write it slower and make it how i intended. I promise Jack/Ianto, AU, wolves, sword fights, slash, mpreg and DRAGONS! :)