Goodnight Sweetheart 21/?
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missthingsplaceTitle: Goodnight Sweetheart
Author: ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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
Ianto only had two thoughts on his mind when he stepped through to the past, finding somewhere to stay and hoping that he'd be able to track Jack down as he had no idea how long the older man's night mission was going to take. Instead of taking the usual route to the pub he turned down a side street and within fifteen minutes he found exactly what he was looking for.
A house with a sign in the window that declared 'Room To Let'.
Ianto wrapped on the door with his knuckles and waited for the occupant to answer, finding himself face to face with a formidable looking elderly lady when she did so moments later.
“Can I help you?” She asked politely, not missing the suitcase in Ianto's hand.
“Good evening, I'm sorry to disturb you so late but I noticed the sign in your window and I was hoping that the room was still available?” Ianto answered, giving her his best smile.
“Would you like to come in and we can discuss it,” she invited, opening the door wider and he followed her into the small living room and took a seat when she offered. “Can I offer you a cup of tea?”
“That would be lovely, thank you,” Ianto smiled.
While she was out of the room Ianto took in his surroundings, the room was decorated in a dull, beige and obviously old and tired wallpaper. The furnishing were obviously expensive in their day but they had the same worn appearance and the carpet was more than a little threadbare. But the elderly lady was obviously house proud, the room was spotlessly clean and was almost clear of clutter, just a few ornaments and a couple of framed sepia photo's on the mantle piece.
“So,” the woman said, reappearing with a tray containing a teapot, china tea cups and saucers, a milk jug and a plate containing just two biscuits. “I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Mrs King and you are?”
“Jones, Ianto Jones,” Ianto answered while she placed the tray on the small coffee table.
“Milk and sugar Mr Jones?” She asked, pouring the tea into the cups through a tea strainer.
“Both, just one sugar, thank you,” Ianto replied, knowing that everything she was giving him would be hard to come by.
She added a drop of milk and one sugar to the cup, stirred and then handed it to him, Ianto thanked her and took a sip, grateful for the hot beverage.
“Are you looking for a permanent arrangement or are you just wanting to stay a few days?” Mrs Kind asked. “It's just that I was hoping to take someone in that could provide a little income on a regular basis.”
“I travel here for work but I wouldn't be living here on a permanent basis,” Ianto answered. “but I would be willing to pay for the room weekly to assure that I always had somewhere to say when here.”
“How many days a week would you envision?” She asked, offering him one of the biscuits.
Ianto slid a biscuit off the plate and replied. “Normally no more than maybe two or three days, so you would get your house to yourself for the rest while assured that you'll still receive the rent for those days.”
“That sounds like a good arrangement to me, of course I only offer the room and breakfast,” Mrs King told him. “any other meals are for you to arrange.”
“That's fine,” Ianto reassured her.
“My other rules are as follows, you should return to the house by midnight when you are staying or you will find the front door bolted and chained,” she continued. “so you would be unable to gain access and there are to be no lady visitors in your room at any time, if you wish to entertain a young lady then I will make this room available to you.”
“That all sounds very reasonable,” Ianto replied, nodding slightly in agreement. “how do you feel about my conducting business in the house, would I be able to do so in my room if my contact was another man?”
“Yes, yes, I'm sure that will be perfectly acceptable,” she agreed. “now, we need to discuss the price.”
“I've been thinking about that too, what are you asking?” Ianto asked her.
“I think five pounds a week would be reasonable,” she replied hopefully.
“Then I will be paying you seven, for being so understanding about my situation,” Ianto smiled at her and pulled the envelope of money from his pocket. “in fact I'm willing to give you a few weeks in advance, how does thirty five sound, that will cover the next five?”
“That's a lot of money Mr Jones, should I be expecting the police knocking at my door also?” She asked frowning.
Ianto laughed. “No, Mrs King, I promise,” he told her with a reassuring smile. “all I can tell you is that I work for the British Government.”
“Are you a spy?” She gasped.
“If I answered that then I would have to kill you,” he replied, tapping the side of his nose with his forefinger.
“Then your secret is safe with me,” she replied, grinning broadly. “let me show you to your room.
With that she led him back out into the hallway and up two flights of stairs to a lone room at the top and opened the door, inside the room was pitch black and Ianto could see nothing until she turned on the light.
“The blackout curtain is nailed to the window to that it cannot be left open inadvertently,” she informed him while he looked about the room.
There was a single bed along one wall, a small chest of drawers and a wardrobe against another, both of which looked worse for wear but they would serve his needs just fine.
“It's perfect,” Ianto replied, handing her the money. “I'll take it.”
Mrs King folded the money and shoved it inside her blouse. “Then I'll leave you to make yourself comfortable. I can provide you with a key in the morning, you won't be going out this evening I take it?”
Ianto looked at his watch as was a little amazed to find at it late, knowing there was no point going to find Jack until the morning, after his secret mission was over he agreed with her.
“Nope, I just want to get my head down and sleep,” he replied, placing the case on the bed and opening it, seeing her eyes light up at the sight of the yellow fruit within. “I thought you might like these, just a small perk of the job.”
“Banana's!” Mrs King exclaimed. “Well I never!”
“Enjoy,” Ianto smiled handing them to her. “and goodnight.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “goodnight Mr Jones.”
She left the room, closing the door behind her and Ianto could hear her babbling to herself about the fruit as she walked down the stairs.
After unpacking his few clothes Ianto climbed into bed in his briefs and a vest wishing he'd thought to bring a pair of pyjama's with him, feeling the chill of the night air but he wrapped the blankets tightly around him and eventually fell asleep despite the creaky and slightly lumpy mattress.
TBC
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