A Christmas Tale 19/25

[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: 758

 

Jack took Ianto's hand in his own and then slipped them both into one of his coat pockets as they walked carefully down the snow covered pavement just behind Ianto's family.

“Your niece is lovely,” Jack told his lover. “and a very talented actress for her young age.”

“She can be quite a handful when she wants to be too,” Ianto chuckled. “don't let her angelic looks fool you for one minute.”

“Surely not!” Jack exclaimed laughing. “So, she has a brother too?”

“David, he's a couple of years older and a little horror,” Ianto answered. “although he does have a good heart, he'd do anything to protect his little sister.”

“That sounds like a normal family to me,” Jack sighed happily. “I think your family and I are going to get on like a house on fire.”

“I hope so,” Ianto agreed. “oh blimey, you certainly can't miss their house!”

Jack looked down the street to where Ianto was pointing a few houses away and grinned at the sight of the normally dreary looking council house all decked out in it's Christmas glory.

“Wow, they really go for it, don't they?!” Jack exclaimed.

“You've outdone yourselves this year!” Ianto called out to his sister and brother in law. “I don't think there's even an inch of wall you've missed!”

“Someone has to brighten up the street, not like the rest of this boring lot,” Johnny called back as they came to a stop outside the wall of the front garden. “I mean look at them!”

“I have to admit, that compared to your lights they are all very tame,” Ianto agreed.

“Yours light up the street,” Jack agreed, loving the over-the-top-ness of the Christmas lights.

“Which ones are your favourites?” Jack asked Mica, making her laugh when he hoisted her up into his arms and then plonked her on his shoulders.

“Santa and his reindeer,” she replied without hesitation. “but I love them all!”

“It must have taken you hours to set them all up?” Jack asked, admiring the various lights in the shapes that also included a snowman, a Christmas tree, a large star and icicles hanging down from the edge of the roof.

“It did, and I was bloody frozen by the end but it was worth it just to see the kids faces,” Johnny told him.

“Mummy, I'm cold,” Mica said, shivering on Jack's shoulders to prove her point.

“Okay, we should get you inside,” Rhiannon told her daughter. “get you into a warm bath and then bed.”

“Can Uncle Jack tell me a story?” Mica asked.

“I'm sure Uncle Jack and Uncle Ianto need to get back home,” Rhiannon replied, not wanting to impose on them.

“I'll tell you what, if mummy warms me up with a cup of coffee while you're in the bath then I will tell you a short story,” Jack said with a smile, carefully lowering the girl back down to the ground and onto her feet. “how about that?”

“Yes, yes!” Mica shouted excitedly, bouncing on the spot.

“Is that okay with you?” Ianto asked his sister, having never seen this side to the Captain before.

“It's fine with me if it's fine with you,” Rhiannon grinned and they all followed Johnny up the path and into the house where they found David dozing on the sofa while the babysitter watched the TV.

“Thanks Sarah,” Rhiannon told her and handed her her babysitting fee. “did he behave himself?”

“Yeah, once I got him to settle down and watch a Christmas movie,” she replied, getting to her feet.

“Tell your mum I'll see her tomorrow,” Rhiannon told the girl, seeing her to the door and letting her out once she was bundled up against the cold. “thanks again.”

“Anytime,” Sarah called back.

Rhiannon closed the door and made her way to the kitchen, filling the kettle with water and flicking it on before heading up to the bathroom and starting her daughters bath. She waited for Johnny to pass her at the top of the stairs carrying a very sleepy David to his room before going back down to make coffee for everyone.

“Jack seems like a good bloke,” Johnny had said in passing.

“Yeah, he does,” Rhiannon had replied with a smile.
 

The End - TBC