Goodnight Sweetheart 22/?
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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
The knocking on the door awoke Ianto from his deep slumber, along with a voice calling out to him through it.
“Mr Jones, are you awake?” Mrs King called through the wood of the bedroom door. “I thought you might like some breakfast?”
“Mmm, what? Eh?” Ianto mumbled back, forcing his eyes open only to find it just as dark and staying where he was, mindful that he only dressed in his underwear he called back. “Please, come in Mrs King.”
“Now, this isn't what I would normally do,” Mrs King told him, flipping on the light and entering the room, carrying a tray. “but I thought it would be nice for you on your first morning to have breakfast in bed, especially after the unexpected gift last night.”
“Gift?” Ianto asked, letting her put the tray down on the bed beside him.
“The banana's, I have no idea how you got your hands on such a thing but I'm very grateful,” she replied with a smile. “anyway, this is nothing special, just toast along with a boiled egg and toast and a lovely mug of tea.”
“It looks great,” Ianto told her, smiling at the slice of toast with she had cut into soldiers to dip in the egg. “you really shouldn't have gone to the trouble of carrying it all the way up those stairs.”
“It's nothing and as I said, just for today,” she replied. “do you have plans for today?”
“I need to see a man about a dog,” Ianto grinned.
“Oh, I see,” she nodded. “then I won't worry you with questions, I shall leave you to eat and dress. The bathroom is down on the next level, do you have a dressing gown?”
“No, I shall have to dress and then strip again to wash,” Ianto admitted.
“That would be daft, I'll be back in just a jiffy,” she said and then vanished from the room.
Ianto could hear Mrs Kings footsteps hurrying down the stairs and then barely a minute later coming back up them and with a soft knock to the already open door she held out a brand new looking dressing gown to show him.
“It was my Arthur's,” she explained. “I got it for him for his birthday but he passed away before I could give it to him. You may as well get the use out of it.”
“I'm so sorry,” Ianto said sadly.
“Well, it's almost ten years now,” she continued. “it would be silly to leave it sitting on my wardrobe when you have a need for it.”
“Thank you, it'll be very useful,” Ianto answered, knowing it would be pointless to argue with her and his refusal would be upsetting for the elderly woman.
“Good, that's settled then,” she beamed, laying it on the bottom of the bed. “I'll leave you to finish your breakfast and complete your ablutions.”
With that she was gone again, closing the door behind her. Ianto quickly finished the breakfast, slipped on the dressing gown and left the room, easily finding the bathroom and completing his ablutions as the woman had put it.
Within forty five minutes he was dressed and ready to leave, his watching telling him that Mrs King had let him lie in late and that it was almost ten thirty in the morning. He carried the tray down to the kitchen and washed up the breakfast things, leaving them on the draining board before locating Mrs King and informing her that he would be back before the curfew.
“I'll give you that key,” Mrs King said, opening a small drawer in the writing desk and pulling out a copper coloured door key and handed it to him. “your plans, they're work?”
“Yep, I'm never really off duty,” Ianto replied, slipping the key into his pocket. “can I pick anything up for you on my way back later?”
“No, I'm fine dear,” she smiled. “have a good day.”
“I'm sure I will,” Ianto answered and left her alone, fetching his coat from the hallway he donned it along with a scarf and headed out into the cold winter air, thankful for the light rain that had washed away the last of the remaining snow.
He quickly made his way to the pub and knocked hard on the door knowing that Donna would be getting ready to open at lunchtime and called out to her.
“Donna, it's me, Ianto. Can you let me in?”
He heard the sound of various bolts and locks being slid back and unlocked then the door opened and Donna's face greeted him, without her usual smile.
“What's wrong?” Ianto asked, entering the pub and waiting for her to lock the door again.
“Haven't you heard? Last night, the mission that few out … two of the planes were shot down,” she told him sadly.
“Jack?” He asked quietly, not sure if he wanted an answer.
“The RAF haven't released the names of the … deceased yet, all we know was that two planes were lost,” Donna continued. “they were seen on fire and falling crashing.”
“Shit!” Ianto muttered under his breath, desperately trying not to panic.
“Chances are that Jack is fine, we should be optimistic,” Donna said, trying to give him a small reassuring smile.
“I can't lose him … not now ...” Ianto said, dropping down onto a chair.
“Tea, you need tea,” Donna declared and hurried off into the back behind the bar.
Ianto sat staring at the empty grate in the fireplace, remembering their first real conversation that had taken place there, completely lost in his thoughts when Donna returned with his tea and insisted he drank it.
It was hot, strong and very sweet but he sipped it appreciatively and almost jumped in surprise when someone began hammering on the door.
“I'll get rid of them,” Donna told Ianto and went to open the door, gasping in relief at the man before her.
“Don't go standing there looking like a fish woman,” Jack told her with his trademark grin. “you look like you've seen a ghost?”
“You bastard, we thought you were dead!” Donna exclaimed, punching him on the arm.
“Not my time,” Jack said, walking past her and into the pub to find Ianto looking up at him with much the same look Donna had been sporting when she opened the door and clutching a cup of tea that was spilling everywhere as he trembled.
“Jack?” Ianto asked shakily.
“Hey, does everyone have such little faith in my abilities to stay alive?” Jack asked, walking over to the younger man.
Jack took the tea cup from Ianto's hands and set it down on a nearby table then took his shaking hands in his own.
“Say something?” Jack said softly, looking into Ianto eyes, trying to read what was going on in his head.
“I ...” Ianto began and then trailed off, instead, pulling his hands free from Jack's he grasped the Captain and clamped his mouth to the other man's kissing him as if their lives depended on it while Donna made herself scarce and vanished into the back of the pub.
TBC
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