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missthingsplaceTitle: Torn - Sequel to Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, My OC's: Damien and Chloe, Martha, UNIT
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Set after series two
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mentions of Mpreg, angst, language, TORTURE
Rating: PG13 - NC17 For series.
Previous series (Mothers Day/Celebrations/One Week In Cardiff/Heaven and Hell/Be Careful What You Wish For) can be found here: Fic Master List: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/1
Ianto didn't sleep a wink all night, he just lay on top of the bed in his old room thinking about the last week and what he was going to say to Jack. When the sun rose dimly behind the clouds in the morning he slipped from the bed and made his way downstairs, not expecting anyone else to be awake yet.
He switched on the kettle and turned around to find him mum watching him curiously, he averted his eyes turned around to face the kettle again as he reached for a mug from the cabinet above and waited for her to speak.
“Ianto love, what's wrong?”
“I don't want to talk about it mam.”
She moved closer to him. “Look at me.”
Ianto hesitated for a few seconds before turning to face her again.
“You didn't sleep last night did you? If the dark rings around your eyes didn't give it away then the fact that I could hear you tossing and turning all night did. Why did you go in your old room, you're hurting Jack and he doesn't know why.”
“I love him so much mam, but I don't know if I can carry on like this.”
“Carry on like what?” A voice came from the other side of the kitchen.
Jack moved further into the room, holding Caden in his arms and up to where Ianto was standing. He held Caden out to him, Ianto tried to resist but the pull of his baby was too much and he took him from Jack, holding him close and breathing in his baby scent.
“Where's Eloise?” Ianto asked, trying to hold back his emotions.
“With your dad, I asked you a question Ianto, carry on like what?”
“I can't think straight Jack, what they did to us, what I did, how I'm feeling now. All I know is I love you but I'm not sure I can carry on like we are, what if someone else gets a notion about us, you in their head and tears us apart again?”
“And what is your solution?” Jack asked slowly, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
Both Jack and Ianto's mum waited for Ianto to answer, Ianto couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilt down his face and onto the top of Caden's head as he took a deep breath.
“I have been thinking about it all night, I have various ideas but I'm not sure you'll agree with any of them and if you don't then I don't know what to do.”
Ianto mum looked at the two men, this was something they needed to sort out between them.
“Give me Caden.” She told Ianto. “You two, go and talk to each other and work out whatever it is that Ianto is worrying about.”
Ianto nodded and handed the baby to his mum. “I need some fresh air.” He told Jack.
“Okay, we'll go for a walk.”
They both dressed warmly for the cold January air and headed out the kitchen door and down the garden, Ianto's mum watched as Jack reached for Ianto's hand and sighed with relief when he took it. Whatever Ianto was going to say to Jack, she hoped it wasn't what she was worried he was going to say.
TBC
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Date: 2008-12-08 08:27 pm (UTC)(ok, he's fictional but *hugs Ianto* because I love him - let's not think about what that says about me)
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Date: 2008-12-08 08:27 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2008-12-08 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 08:54 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-12-08 08:59 pm (UTC)My head constantly tells me i'm still 18, so i let it!
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Date: 2008-12-08 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 09:13 pm (UTC)