Come Back To me 18/?

[missthingsplace]

missthingsplace
Parings/characters:Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Rhys, Andy, OC's
Disclaimer:I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary:Ianto has an accident and Jack's world is thrown out of kilter.
Warnings:Do you watch Torchwood?
Spoilers:Anything is fair game
Rating:G - NC17 for series


Heading back upstairs they made their way to the conference room, Ianto glanced about the large space, wondering if it did look familiar to him or of his mind just wanted it to so he could have something he remembered.

“You okay?” Jack asked.

“Yep.” Ianto replied, “trying to work out if I remember being in here or if my mind is playing tricks on me.”

“Well, you have been in here, many times,” Jack told him with a small smile, “I wish I knew what would start triggering your memory.”

“Me too,” Ianto sighed, “I think, as you said that my body is remembering you. That kiss … it didn't feel wrong, in fact it felt very right.”

“That's a start,” Jack grinned, moving close to him.

“That doesn't mean I am ready to … sleep with you,” Ianto told him.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” Jack joked and then seeing the look in the other man's eyes added, “sorry.”

“It's okay,” Ianto said, “I'm still trying to get my head around being in a relationship with a man, in my head I am only sixteen remember and I had a girlfriend.”

“It's okay,” Jack reassured him, “I do understand.”

“Thank you,” Ianto told him with a hit of a smile.

“More coffee before I take you back to your sisters?” Jack asked.

“How about I try and give it ago?” Ianto suggested. “You never know ...”

“Of course,” Jack agreed, “do you remember where the kitchenette is?” Ianto nodded. “I'll be back.”

Jack watched Ianto leave the room and run down the stairs, once he was out of sight he sat down on one of the chairs, put his elbows on the conference table and rested his head in his hands. He missed his Ianto more than he was admitting, even to himself. He didn't want to do anything drastic, anything that might scare the younger man away but he really wanted him back in his life, their flat and living their lives again. Together.

His mobile rang in his pocket, startling him a little. Pulling it out the screen showed him it was Gwen.

“Hey Gwen,” Jack answered.

“Jack! How's it going? Did you take Ianto to the hub? Has he remembered anything?” Gwen replied, one question quickly following the other.

“Fine. Yes I did and sort of,” Jack answered.

“What do you mean 'sort of'” Gwen questioned him.

“He, he let me kiss him,” Jack admitted.

“And a kiss from the great Captain Harkness didn't bring his memory back?” Gwen replied.

“He said that it didn't feel wrong,” Jack replied. “I really hope it's the start of his memory starting to return.”

“I hope so too Jack,” Gwen said softly. “it's been so long.”

“Thanks Gwen,” Jack told her, “I'll speak to you again soon, Ianto is on his way back with coffee.”

“With his machine?” Gwen put in hurriedly.

“Yeah, but it could be terrible ot it could be amazing ...” Jack trailed off.

“I hope it's amazing,” Gwen answered, “talk to you soon Jack.”

“Bye Gwen,” Jack replied, cutting the call.

Ianto appeared at the doorway a minute or so later, a mug steaming with hot coffee in each hand.

“I think I worked out how to use it properly,” Ianto stated, handing Jack the blue and white stripy mug, “in fact it seemed really easy.”

“Why did you choose this mug?” Jack asked.

“It was the same one you had earlier,” Ianto replied, “I rinsed them out.”

“And you handed it to me,” Jack said, “you didn't hesitate as to which one I should have?”

“Actually, no,” Ianto shrugged, “I kinda assumed it was yours.”

“It is, my mug,” Jack replied thoughtfully, “my favourite mug in fact.”

“Just a coincidence maybe,” Ianto shrugged.

“Maybe,” Jack agreed and then took his first sip.

“Oh my god!” Jack exclaimed.

“What is it? Is it awful?” Ianto grimaced, “sorry.”

“No, the complete opposite,” Jack assured him, “it's your coffee, your amazing coffee!”

“Really?” Ianto asked surprised.

“Yes, your perfect blend,” Jack told him excitedly, “I have tried so many times to replicate it but it's never worked. Ianto, how … you are remembering!”

“I … “ Ianto stuttered “I admit I didn't have to think about it, I knew exactly how much of which blend to put in the machine.”

“Ianto, this is amazing,” Jack grinned. “you're coming back to me.”

Jack put his mug down on the table, reached out and took Ianto's from him and placing it down next to his. Smiling he closed the gap between them, wrapped his arms around the younger man and kissed him softly before hugging him tightly.”

“I want to try something,” Jack said quietly into Ianto's ear, “will you go to our flat with me?”

“I'm not sure,” Ianto admitted.

“I promised to behave,” Jack told him sincerely, loosening the hug and pulling back a little, “I am wondering if seeing your things in our home will help?”

“But nothing here has really, except the coffee machine,” Ianto said sadly, “surely if somewhere was going to it would be here, where we work and … catch aliens?”

“I don't think it's personal enough,” Jack replied hopefully. “I think seeing the rooms in our flat might do it, seeing the kitchen, where we have the same coffee machine, the living room, bedroom and even the bathroom.”

“I guess there is no harm in trying,” Ianto replied, feeling a little braver at the idea of going to the place they had lived together.

“Lets go, no time to waste,” Jack grinned, releasing Ianto from the hug and grabbing his hand, “No time like the present!”

“Our coffee?” Ianto suggested.

“You can make more when we get there,” Jack said, pulling him out the conference room, down the stairs and through the hub.

TBC