Goodnight Sweetheart 55/?
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missthingsplaceTitle: Goodnight Sweetheart
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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
Three months later.
“I can't believe we're finally moving in,” Ianto smiled, pulling their new car, a black SUV, to a halt outside their new home.
“Lets go inside and take a good look before our stuff arrives,” Jack grinned, already halfway out of the vehicle.
“Jenni should be here for this,” Ianto stated, locking the SUV and following Jack up the path, running a few steps to catch up with his lover.
“As Rhiannon said, it wouldn't be practical to have her here while we arranged the furniture and got everything ready,” Jack said in reply. “she'll be fine with her Auntie for a few hours and then she can sleep in her new room tonight.”
At the sound of his mobile sounding the arrival of a text message Ianto pulled it from his pocket and read it, sending a quick reply while Jack opened the front door.
“That was Rhys, he says he'll be here in about ten minutes,” Ianto informed the Captain.
“Is Gwen still not talking to you?” Jack asked.
Ianto nodded. “She still blames me for Lisa's death and I can't say I blame her, maybe with time she'll forgive me.”
“You'll never see that it wasn't your fault, will you?” Jack asked him, placing a hand gently on his lovers cheek. “And nothing I say will ever change that, will it?”
“Nope, it's something I have to live with, but ...” Ianto trailed off and kissed his lover softly on the lips. “come on, we're running out of time.”
“Kitchen first?” Jack suggested and then grabbed his hand, dragging him in it's direction.
“It looks so new,” Ianto smiled, glancing around at the new kitchen.
“Because it is,” Jack chuckled. “and it suits the house perfectly.”
“That's because I have such great taste,” Ianto retorted modestly. “right, bathroom.”
They ran out the kitchen and up the stairs, straight into the bathroom where the once old-fashioned fixtures and fittings had been replaced with a modern and elegant bathroom suite. Along with the extra long and deep bath, there was a large shower cubicle in one corner along with the usual sink and toilet; all tiled in tasteful black and white and gleaming.
“Gorgeous,” Jack stated, laughing when Ianto took his hand and dragged him from the room.
The next stop was the nursery, it was decorated in pastel pink with white trim. The carpet was a neutral mid grey and the curtains were the same pink as the walls with white fluffy clouds and pastel rainbows adorning them. Before Ianto had a chance to pass comment on the room he found himself being dragged away again and into their own bedroom.
Jack led him into the middle of the empty room and kissed him tenderly.
“Our room,” Jack smiled. “No more sleeping on that damn sofa bed.”
“For that I will be very grateful,” Ianto agreed, they had both vetoed sleeping in Ianto's actual bedroom, even if they'd replaced it with a new bed.
“I can't believe I've been here for three months and have had no inclination to go back to … well that past,” Jack said, stroking one hand over Ianto's back and the over caressing his cheek. “except for that short trip to collect my belongings.”
“I must be doing something right then,” Ianto grinned.
“Being here with you had surpassed all my expectations,” Jack told him. “I love living with you and Jenni, and the 21st century is everything you promised.”
“And now with the other house sold we can have the fresh start we wanted,” Ianto smiled, pressing himself against the Captains body and kissing him hard, putting every ounce of his love into it.
Only the sound of a horn blasting outside made them pull apart panting softly.
“That'll be Rhys with our stuff,” Ianto said, reluctant for them to part.
Another, longer horn blast made them both laugh and they ran down to open the door, finding their friend watching for them.
“I ain't lugging all this stuff in myself,” Rhys told them with a laugh. “get stuck in boys!”
It was over two hours later when everything had been moved from the van into the house, in the right rooms at least, if not unpacked and after giving Rhys a promised cup of coffee with biscuits and the promise of a thank you meal he left them to organise their things.
“Hey, look what I found,” Jack called out from the living room.
Ianto appeared and spotted the envelope in Jack's hand.
“It was on the mantelpiece,” Jack explained. “I only just spotted it.”
“Well, open it then,” Ianto said, walking towards him as he did so.
“It's from Kathy Swanson,” Jack said, reading the signature first. “She says 'Welcome to your new home, I hope it brings you nothing but happiness. This is the last time I shall let myself into your house and you will find my key in the envelope with this letter. But I do have one question though. You match my grandmothers descriptions of the young men that visited her to buy this house so many years ago and I'm a little confused. It take a lot to do that to me, I can tell you! I googled you both and while there are many Ianto's Jones' in the past there is only one Captain Jack Harkness. American, just like you are, Captain but he vanished back in 1941 and was never seen again and you Sir, there is no record of you? I have pursued this until I felt like my head would explode and the only explanation is impossible, so for now I will let it lie. But if you feel like explaining anything to me, well, I'd love to hear your story? Yours, Kathy.
“I think she's guessed but doesn't want to believe it,” Ianto said, taking the letter and reading it through himself. “but being that time travel is believed to be improbable, she doesn't actually believe it.”
“Would you?” Jack laughed.
“Nope, do you … do you think we should tell her and put her out of her misery?” Ianto asked him.
“No, not yet anyway,” Jack said, letting Ianto have the envelope to replace the letter and take out the key. “It's a big decision.”
“Agreed,” Ianto nodded. “we should think on it for a good while, now, lets get this house sorted so our daughter can come home.”
“And so we can spend a night in our own bed, in a proper bedroom,” Jack grinned.
“You make a start on the kitchen and I'll get our room and the nursery done. Deal?” Ianto asked.
“Done!” Jack exclaimed in answer and after one lingering kiss they went about their own tasks.
TBC
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Date: 2011-05-23 11:23 pm (UTC)I knew Kathy was clever enough to figure things out, I'm curious to see if they're going to tell her the truth.
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Date: 2011-05-24 12:29 am (UTC)I'm happy they are all moved in and have a bright future!
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Date: 2011-06-16 11:15 am (UTC)great chapter