The Secrets Of Suburbia 19/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: The Secrets Of Suburbia
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Toshiko, Doctor/Rose, Donna (maybe others)
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Moving to suburbia was nothing like they imagined.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series

A/N: The bunnies seem to be picking up ... here's a long chapter, so sorry about the wait.

Ianto watched Gwen walking across the Plass arm in arm with Rhys via the CCTV and frowned, wondering just what she had told him her job was and called out to Jack who was fiddling with some alien artefact they had picked up a few days earlier off the beach nearby.

"She's on her way,” he told him, still peering at the screen of the computer monitor and watching to see just how close she would get before sending her husband away.
 

"She'll do just fine, I'm sure,” Jack answered, placing the item down and moving to look at the screen, positioning himself behind his partner and sliding his arms around his waist.
 

"I wouldn't be so sure,” Ianto replied as they watched the two of them walk right up to the door of the fake Tourist Office.
 

"What on earth does she think she's doing?” Jack muttered to himself more than Ianto. “She shouldn't even be showing him the entrance!”
 

"We better get up there,” Ianto suggested. “but we'll have to go up via the invisible lift, we can't risk appearing through the secret door.”
 

"I'm beginning to think you may be right about her,” Jack admitted, hurrying across the Plass to the stone slab of the invisible lift with Ianto at his side.
 

Ianto didn't say a word, just raised an eyebrow and climbed up onto the slab beside the Captain, sliding an arm around his waist to support himself as he began to rise upwards.
 

"I know, I know,” Jack muttered, well aware of the the small, smug smile Ianto was trying to repress as they reached the top.
 

"I would say 'I told you so' but ...” Ianto began but found his words being swallowed by his lovers lips when they claimed his own and kissed him deeply.
 

"No need,” Jack sighed.
 

"But then again, if it results in that response then I should maybe do it more often,” Ianto chuckled.
 

"You could try again later,” Jack laughed, jumping down off the slab and startling a flock of seagulls, causing them to flying off screeching loudly. “but for now we need to go and find out just what Rhys knows.”
 

When they arrived at the door of the fake Tourist Office they found Gwen and Rhys inside with Gwen frantically pressing the button that would open the secret doorway but nothing was happening.
 

"Why won't it open?” Gwen demanded the second they were through the door.
 

"Because I deadlocked it,” Ianto told her blandly.
 

"But I wanted to show Rhys around,” she pouted. “I told him I had a new job and he wanted to know all about it, so I thought it wouldn't hurt if he knew, he can keep a secret.”
 

"I told you to tell no-one Gwen,” Jack told her, trying to keep his anger in check. “Ianto, if you would be so good as to release the deadbolt?”
 

"Jack, you're not really considering what I think you are, are you?” Ianto asked him, pulling a small device from his pocket and placing it against the secret door.
 

"Do you trust me?” Jack asked him, pressing the button after the device made a small click and the door began to open causing Rhys to give a small gasp.
 

"Fuck me, it's true!” He exclaimed.
 

Ianto nodded. “Yep.”
 

"Good,” Jack told him with a wink. “come on then Rhys, you wanted to see if Gwen here was telling you the truth so follow me.”
 

Rhys followed Jack through the door, Gwen close behind them and Ianto bringing up the rear as the door began to close again, Ianto biting his tongue as he tried not to snap a sarcastic remark at Gwen.
 

"Here we are,” Jack told Rhys, spreading his arms wide. “have a good look around and no scaring Myfanwy, she might mistake you for lunch.”
 

Rhys' eyes darted upwards, looking out for the Pterodactyl his wife had told him about, scanning the high ceiling in part anticipation and part fear at seeing the said prehistoric creature and a little disappointed when she failed to make an appearance.
 

"Ianto, how about a nice cup of coffee all round, the really special one that we keep for occasions just like this?” Jack suggested, knowing Ianto would get his meaning. “Nice and strong ones.”
 

"Sounds good to me, mild and sugar Rhys? Gwen?” Ianto asked them.
 

They replied with their preferences and Ianto headed straight off to the small kitchenette, turning on the coffee machine and placing the mugs on the counter, then unlocking the small drawer beneath and pulled out the container containing an amount of small white pills in a segmented box.
 

He plucked out two pills from the one that indicated forty eight hours memory loss, returned the container back to the drawer and locked it again, placing them carefully on the counter top next to the mugs while he prepared the coffee.
 

Finally, after adding the required milk and sugar Ianto dropped one pill into each of two of the mugs and stirred them thoroughly, then placing all four onto a tray with a plate of biscuits he carried them back through the main hub where he found them all in the conference room.
 

He handed out the correct coffee's to Rhys and Gwen and then set Jack's before him and then took a seat beside his lover and waited for Jack to speak while the other couple took a sip of their coffee's.
 

"Wow, Gwen said you made good coffee but this is bloody marvellous!” Rhys exclaimed. “It would be worth working here just for the coffee.”
 

"Then it's a shame Gwen won't be working here at all,” Jack told him.
 

"What?” Gwen gasped out. “You said I had a forty eight hour trial period, I've only been here and hour and I haven't done anything?”
 

"Lets start at the beginning shall we?” Jack asked her. “When I told you that you weren't to tell anyone about where you were working, not even your husband, which bit of that didn't you understand?”
 

"But I couldn't see how it would matter, I mean, I told you that Rhys could keep a secret,” Gwen retorted.
 

"Maybe he can, that's irrelevant,” Jack snapped back. “because you obviously can't and they makes my offer null and void.”
 

"No, no,” Gwen argued back . “I'm sorry, it just slipped out, it won't happen again, I promise!”
 

"If it can slip out once, and believe me I can understand your excitement and the urge to tell some one,” Jack replied. “then the chances are it'll happen again, and next time it could be someone we really don't want to know, as they used to say during the war 'Loose talk costs lives'.”
 

"That's a bit over dramatic isn't it?” Rhys put in, draining his coffee cup.
 

"Not in this job,” Ianto told him. “there is a reason this is a secret organisation, we are a threat to a lot of aliens who don't take kindly to us.”
 

"So how come we never see these aliens?” Rhys asked, reaching for a biscuit.
 

"Because we intercept them before they become a danger,” Jack told him.
 

"Most of the time,” Ianto added a little wryly.
 

"Well, yes but that's beside the point,” Jack conceded. “the point is that Gwen has blown her chances of working here and as far as you are both concerned you've never been to this place.”
 

"Of course we have,” Rhys replied, glancing at his wife who was giving his a strange look.
 

"No, you haven't,” Ianto smiled. “your coffee contained a little extra something called Retcon, by tomorrow morning you won't remember any of the last two days and Gwen you will still be a member of the Cardiff Police Force.”
 

"But I gave in my notice, how will that be explained?” She smiled smugly.
 

"That'll all be sorted,” Ianto told her. “believe me, that's simple to rectify.”
 

"Now, I suggest you both go home, very soon you are going to feel very sleepy and you don't want to fall asleep in the street, so you?” Jack asked them and then continued. “I shall call a taxi to pick you up from the Plass in about ten minutes, Ianto if you would be so kind as to show our guests back out I'll get onto the taxi firm.”
 

"Of course,” Ianto replied, getting to his feet. “okay you two, follow me.”
 

"You won't get away with this,” Gwen fumed as they followed him back the way they had come.
 

"We already have,” Ianto told her smugly, letting them out the door of the fake Tourist Office and after telling them where to wait for the taxi he locked it firmly behind them and then hurried back to where Jack was watching them on the computer monitor.
 

"There's the taxi,” Jack said, pointing to the car that pulled up near the waiting couple, who already looked like they were getting drowsy. “that's that dealt with.”
 

"If you had listened to me in the first place, we wouldn't have had to go through this,” Ianto told him, sliding a hand over his lovers arse.
 

"You're not telling me 'I told you so again' are you?” Jack replied, turning to face his lover.
 

"I might me, what are you going to do about it?” Ianto grinned.
 

By way of reply Jack tugged him close by the hips and kissed him deeply just as the rift predictors alarms went off.
 

"Damn it!” Jack grumbled, pulling back.
 

"That thing always did have bad timing,” Ianto sighed.
 

"This is why we really do need more team members,” Jack replied. “do you think we'll have more luck with Toshiko and Owen?”
 

"Definitely,” Ianto nodded, reluctantly pulling out of his lovers arms and moving to reach for the Captains coat. “but for the moment we have a Weevil to round up.”
 

"Weevil hunting it is then,” Jack answered, donning his coat with his lovers help. “but then we look into ways to get them to agree to work for us.”
 

"Agreed,” Ianto replied, checking his own coat pocket for Weevil spray and following Jack towards cog door.


TBC