missthingsplace | Goodnight Sweetheart 11/?

Title: Goodnight Sweetheart
Author: missthingsplace
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

A/N: Sorry there was no fic for the last two days, wednesdays and thursdays seem to be hectic of late ... this chapter is a little longer than normal, i hope that makes up for it a little.

“Is that you Ianto?” Lisa's voice came though the house from the direction of the kitchen once he was inside.

“Who else would it be?” Ianto called back, toeing off his shoes and hanging his coat on the hook.

“There was a call for you on the answer machine, a Mr Bilis Manger from the Estate Agents,” Lisa told him, appearing in the kitchen doorway. “he says that all the legal work has gone through and that you can collect the keys to the property whenever it's convenient to you.”

“That fantastic,” Ianto grinned at her. “I can get Eddie to start on the interior as soon as possible and hopefully I can be open within the month.”

“Have you given much thought the the décor?” Lisa asked.

“I've decided on a nineteen forties theme,” Ianto answered. “in memory of my father, he loved that era, despite the war.”

“Different, at least it'll stand out from the others in the high street,” Lisa said.

“That's what I'm hoping,” Ianto said. “I'm already sourcing original fixtures and fitting along with the crockery and everything else.”

“That'll cost a pretty penny,” Lisa frowned.

“I'm hoping to get a huge job lot at an auction up in Yorkshire at the weekend, Rhys found the advert in the paper,” Ianto said, sighing inwardly at himself at having to lie to his wife again. “but it means I'll have to be there early, so I'll have to go up Friday evening and come home Saturday evening or even Sunday morning.”

“That's fine, I can have a girly weekend,” Lisa nodded. “get some friends around to pamper ourselves and watch a soppy DVD.”

“Knowing you and your friends it's more likely to be a horror film,” Ianto laughed.

“That's probably true,” Lisa agreed with a smile. “now, I'm off to have a bath, your dinners keeping warm in the oven.

“Thanks, I'm feeling shattered so if I'm asleep when you get to bed I'll see you in the morning,” Ianto told her.

“Sure,” Lisa replied and left the him to have his dinner.

Ianto got the casserole dish from the oven and spooned a generous amount of the beef casserole into a bowl, cut himself two large hunks of bread and buttered it before sitting down at the table to eat, happy that he could collect the keys to his new enterprise the next morning and how nothing would be able to stop him from travelling back and forth between the nineteen forties and two thousand and ten.

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Ianto couldn't wait to leave the house the next morning, not only to show Rhys that he was telling the truth but to also pick the keys up at nine, but as Rhys had to be at work it meant they would have to gain entry in the same way he had the morning before, by climbing over the wall.

He called Rhys and told him to meet him around the back of the property, when he arrived some ten minutes later his friend was awaiting his arrival, shivering a little in the chill the morning air with his hands pushed deep in his coat pockets.

“Did you get the keys?” Rhys asked the second he exited the car.

“The place is all mine but the Estate Agents don't open till nine,” Ianto explained. “so we'll have to climb over the wall.”

“You're kidding, right?” Rhys asked, the idea of scaling the five foot high wall wasn't al all appealing to him.

“Nope, it doesn't work from this side,” Ianto answered with a grin. “we need to be in there.”

With that Ianto placed his hands on the top of the brick wall, bent his knees and that propelled himself upwards, using his feet to help him up the brickwork and then cleared the wall, dropping easily onto his feet on the other side.

“Oh man, you make that look so easy,” Rhys groaned and then tried to follow his friends example, it took his three or four tries but finally he found himself dropping down into the courtyard, panting a little hard with the exertion.

“So, how does this work then?” Rhys asked, pointing at the metal gates.

“You just walk towards the gates and you just keep going,” Ianto told him with a smile and proceeded to do exactly that.

Rhys gasped out loud at the sight of his friend vanishing before his eyes, one second he was there, as large as life before him and the next it had disappeared completely from sight.

“Well, fuck me” Rhys exclaimed loudly when Ianto appeared back into sight again.

“Come on then, what are you waiting for?” Ianto asked, beckoning him with his hand.

“I'm coming,” Rhys retorted and strode confidently towards the gates, falling down heavily onto his arse when his body came in contact with the metal bars of the gate, his hand flying to his head where it had hit them.

“Fuck! Fucking bastard!” Rhys swore loudly, through the pain that throbbed through his head.

“Rhys?” Ianto asked, confused as he appeared again and found his friend on the ground.

“It didn't work,” Rhys grumbled, letting Ianto take his arm to help him back up off the floor. “I hit the gates and fell on my arse, fuck, my head it killing me.”

“I don't understand, how come it works for me but not for you?” Ianto frowned, staring at the gates in question.

“It's quite logical when you come to think about it,” Rhys replied. “if it worked for everyone then the whole of Cardiff would be wandering through it and everyone would know of it's existence.”

“Since when did you become so logical?” Ianto chuckled.

“I told you that watching all those science fiction movies would come in useful one day,” Rhys laughed and then groaned, rubbing the rising bump on his forehead.

“Perhaps you should give it one more go, just try and put your arm through maybe?” Ianto suggested.

Rhys gave him an 'you have to be kidding' look and then thought it could hurt to try, so moving a few feet forwards he stuck his hand out in front of his body and pushed it towards the gates, it went through the metal struts of the gate but that was all, they could both clearly see his hand on the other side.

“Dammit!” Ianto grumbled, he'd so wanted Rhys to see what he was experiencing. “I'll just have to bring back some items with me next time and you'll be able to see for yourself, kind of.”

“Do you think it'll let you?” Rhys asked. “Bring things back from another era I mean?”

“I have no idea, but I bloody hope so after going to all the trouble of finding what I need,” Ianto answered. “so, did you think about what I proposed, printing the white fiver’s for me?”

“I did, it's not going to be east finding the right kind of paper to print them on though,” Rhys replied.

“Is that a yes then?” Ianto asked, his hopes rising.

“It is, yes,” Rhys grinned at him. “but I can only do it at times when I'm alone, so don't expect me to be printing thousands off at a time!”

“I don't need thousands,” Ianto laughed. “just tell me what I can give you in return?”

“I'll have to think about that,” Rhys replied with a wink. “I'm sure I'll think of something good though.”

“Just let me know when you do, okay, time to get back over the wall,” Ianto told him. “you have to get to work and I need to pick up the keys to this place.”

“Aren't you forgetting something?” Rhys asked.

“What?” Ianto asked back.

“I'll need that one fiver you still have to make up the printing block,” Rhys said, holding out his hand.

“Oh yeah, yep,” Ianto answered, pulling it out of his inside pocket and handing it to him. “please be careful with it.”

“I'll guard it with my life,” Rhys promised. “now, help me get out of this place.”

“With pleasure,” Ianto agreed, weaving his fingers together to give the other man a foot hold and help launch him up the wall, allowing his exit to be easier and then followed him over, agreeing to meet him again later.

TBC

Goodnight Sweetheart 11/?

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