A Christmas Tale 18/25

[missthingsplace]

Fandom: Torchwood
Title: A Christmas Tale - Written for the adventchallenge 
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Rhiannon/Johnny, Mica, David, Gwen/Rhys
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's nothing more important than making xmas a family holiday. Set after series 2.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, humour
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating:PG - NC17 for series 
Word Count: 945

 

A/N: The last time i watched the Nativity was when my son was in one as a sheep when he was at playschool playing a sheep - one that cried through the whole thing - so that's at least 20 years ago so my memory is a little shaky, so please forgive the sketchiness of the Nativity storyline! Yesterdays fic was posted late evening due to being busy, todays is late evening because the snow that fell today put me in a bad mood!


“We need a room,” Joseph told the innkeeper. “my wife is with child.”

“There is no room at the inn,” the innkeeper replied, then sniffed loudly and wiped his nose down his sleeve.

“Please, everywhere is full,” Mary – Mica – broke in, clutching at her pillow-swollen belly and groaning for dramatic effect. “there must be somewhere we can rest?”

“There's only the stable,” the innkeeper told them. “but you'll have to share it with the animals.”

“Anything,” Joseph said with a small sigh of relief.

The innkeeper showed them to the stable – on the other side of the stage – and they made themselves comfortable on the hay that was the animals food, Mary going into what seemed to be a rather painful labour.

“She's very good,” Ianto whispered to Rhiannon.

“She's been practising for weeks,” his sister replied proudly. “she's given birth to countless cushions.”

“Look, the three kings are arriving,” Jack said to them in hushed tones, admiring the children's fancy robes which reminded him of a long past memory.

“We bring gifts for the son of God,” one of the kings declared, holding out his own. “I bring him gold.”

“His gift from me is frankincense,” the second said, placing it next to the manger then having a sneezing fit.

“And I bring myrrh,” the third added, placing his gift with the others.

Mary lifted the baby – doll – from the manger and held it close while the kings admired him and the animals around them looked on.

When the curtain dropped down again every single person in the audience got to their feet and applauded loudly, even more so when the curtain rose again to reveal all the children stood in a row along the front of the stage, beaming widely at their parents, relatives and friends before it dropped down again.

“She was bloody brilliant!” Johnny exclaimed to anyone who would listen. “My little Mica is going to grow up to be a famous actress, I can see it now!”

“She was amazing,” Ianto said to Rhiannon.

“And you say she had stage fright before hand?” Jack asked.

Rhiannon nodded. “She was terrified, shaking like a leaf and on the verge of tears.”

“Then whatever her dad said to her did the trick,” Jack smiled, seeing the young girl, still in costume appear and run across to her mum.

“I didn't forget any of my lines mummy,” Mica said proudly.

“You were amazing love,” Rhiannon told her proudly, lifting her up into her arms and hugging her tightly.

“Uncle Ianto!” Mica exclaimed, spotting him. “You came!”

“Of course I did sweetheart,” Ianto “I wouldn't have missed it for the world.”

“Hello Mica, I'm Jack,” Jack said her her, knowing she was glancing at him over his lovers shoulder.

Rhiannon whispered into her daughters ear. “Uncle Ianto's boyfriend, remember I told you?”

Mica nodded and spoke to Jack, saying very matter of factly. “You're uncle Ianto's boyfriend.”

Jack chuckled loudly and Ianto blushed pink.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jack smiled at her.

“Mummy told me,” she told him. “are you going to get married?”

“She is desperate to be a bridesmaid,” Rhiannon put in, seeing the looks on their faces. “nothing to do with me, I promise!”

“Not yet sweetie,” Jack told her. “but you never know, maybe one day.”

“Can I be your bridesmaid and wear a pretty dress that covers my shoes?” She said, firing questions at him. “But it has to be pink, bright pink not silly baby pink and can I have shiny shoes?”

“We'll have to see,” Ianto laughed. “would you like a drink of squash?”

“Yes please Uncle Ianto,” she agreed and Rhiannon put her back down on the floor.

Ianto took his nieces hand and led her to the refreshments stall.

“So Jack, does she have any chance of being a bridesmaid for you and Ianto?” Rhiannon asked with a grin on her face.

“You never know,” Jack replied and then gave her a wink, grinning widely in such a way that she didn't know if he was being serious or just winding her up.

“We should get you home,” Rhiannon told Mica when she returned with Ianto at that moment with her small, plastic cup of orange squash. “it's getting late.”

“Only if Uncle Ianto and Uncle Jack can come and see our lights?” She asked, smiling hopefully at the two men.

“Uncle Jack?” Ianto mouthed silently to the Captain, happy that his niece had accepted his partner.

“I don't see why not,” Jack agreed. “any chance of a cup of coffee?”

“Mines not a patch on Ianto's, but it's not bad either,” Rhiannon beamed. “I just need to collect Mica's other clothes and we can get going.”

“Where's Johnny?” Ianto asked, glancing about.

“He's still off boasting about how brilliant his daughter is,” Rhiannon laughed. “Mica, come with me and we'll meet Uncle Ianto and Jack by the main doors.”

“Uncle Jack,” Mica stated and took her mum's hand.

Jack and Ianto donned their coats and made their way back to the main doors, waiting in the warm foyer for Ianto's family to join them and after a quick discussion they agreed to leave the car where it was and walk the short distance to their home.

The End - TBC