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These Lives We Lead (16/21)


Title: These Lives We Lead

Author: omfg_yaoi_squee / ello luv / Mimi

Fandom: Torchwood

Characters/Pairings: eventual Jack/Ianto, mention of one-sided Gwen/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, one-sided Tosh/Owen (perhaps more in later chapters), John Hart/OFC, past Ianto/Lisa, the Doctor (Ten), Rhiannon/Johnny, OCs

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jack Harkness is the most popular boy in year 13 – if not the entire school. When a new boy is transferred there, things start to get a little more complicated…

A/N: Thanks to my LJ betas

 eriinxx, aranellaurelote, and butterflycell. Thank you also to my artist draw_yourworld. You’ll be seeing stuff from her later ^__^

 Previous Chapters:
Prologue: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7255.html
Chapter 1: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7931.html
Chapter 2: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
1856.html
Chapter 3: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
4392.html
Chapter 4: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
7112.html
Chapter 5: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
00351.html
Chapter 6: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
03566.html
Chapter 7:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103756.html
Chapter 8:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103958.html
Chapter 9:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104321.html
Chapter 10:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104595.html
Chapter 11: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104877.html
Chapter 12: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104987.html
Chapter 13: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105367.html
Chapter 14: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105510.html


 

 

Chapter 15 – Home Again, Home Again

 

The following morning found Ianto sleeping in, definitely a rare sight. When he finally awoke at about noon, the family were gone, leaving only him, Jack, Rowan, Rhiannon, and Johnny eating leftovers for lunch.

 

They stayed a few more hours at Rowan’s residence before Chad’s imminent arrival caused them to return to Cardiff city centre. The final days of their visit passed by in a blur. Soon enough, Jack and Ianto were boarding their plane home.

 

Back in London, Ifan wished them both a happy late Christmas and the three went out for dinner. At that point, Jack went his own way, bidding the Jones’ goodnight.

 

‘So,’ Ifan said as they were driving home, ‘How’s your stepsister?’

 

‘Good,’ Ianto replied, ‘Great, actually. She’s pregnant.’

 

‘Well, that’s good.’

 

‘Yeah.’

 

They rode in comfortable silence for a few moments.

 

‘We went to Mam’s for Christmas dinner,’ Ianto said.

 

‘Oh?’ Ifan asked with surprise, ‘And?’

 

‘I got to see everybody.’

 

‘Who counts as “everybody”?’

 

‘Uncle JJ, Aunt Rachel, and all them,’ Ianto told him, ‘My grandparents too.’

 

‘Was it nice to see them all?’

 

‘Yeah, of course,’ Ianto replied, ‘I really missed them. Not that I don’t like living here with you,’ Ianto added ‘‘cause it’s really great.’

 

‘I understand,’ laughed Ifan pulling into the parking garage.

 

They took the lift up and entered their flat. Ianto toed off his shoes and padded over to the sofa, plopping down with a sigh.

 

‘Tired?’ Ifan asked with a grin.

 

‘A bit.’

 

‘So what gifts did you get?’ Ifan asked.

 

‘Books, books, and more books,’ Ianto replied happily, ‘Frankly, I’m surprised that they all fit in my bag.’

 

‘And from Jack?’

 

Ianto hesitated a moment and then, deciding that he was comfortable enough with his father to share such an intimate thing, reached into his bag and pulled out the small box, a slight blush colouring his cheeks as he tenderly removed the timepiece.

 

‘A pocket watch?’ Ifan asked, taking it carefully.

 

‘Old-fashioned stopwatch,’ Ianto corrected.

 

‘Well, you do like having things happen perfectly on time,’ Ifan said, examining the gift.

 

‘That’s what Jack said,’ Ianto remembered fondly.

 

Ifan traced the circumference of the timepiece lightly before brushing over the back. Feeling the engraving, Ifan flipped the stopwatch over and read what was written then.

 

‘“Always and forever” is quite a hefty promise,’ Ifan murmured.

 

‘Jack will keep it,’ Ianto said softly, but surely, ‘I know he will.’

 

Ifan smiled and handed the stopwatch back to his son, who carefully put it away.

 

‘So, how was the food?’

 

‘Surely you remember!’

 

‘Of course I do,’ Ifan replied, ‘and don’t call me Shirley.’

 

Ianto groaned and rolled his eyes.

 

‘That was terrible. Oh, Tad, guess what?’

 

Ianto proceeded to tell Ifan about the recipe adjustments he had made to the coffee, emphasizing proudly how much everyone had liked it. This made Ifan grin and pat Ianto’s back proudly.

 

‘That’s my boy! Oh,’ he said, suddenly wistful, ‘Did Gwendolyn make her famous treacle tart?’

 

‘Of course,’ answered Ianto, ‘Speaking of which…’

 

Ianto reached into his bag once more and procured a plastic Tupperware container filled to bursting with treacle tart.

 

‘Happy Christmas, Tad!’

 

Ifan let out a deep chuckle and took the container happily.

 

‘And for you,’ Ifan said, ‘I have a proposition.’

 

‘I’m listening.’

 

If you come with me to my office’s New Year’s party tomorrow night, then I will allow you to stay over at Jack’s afterwards.’

 

Ianto blinked slowly, once, twice. ‘Really?’

 

Up until that point, Ifan had been extremely lax on the subject of Jack and Ianto spending time together, but had always drawn the line at overnight stays.

 

‘Really.’

 

‘What’s the catch?’ Ianto asked, ‘You’re not going to give me “the talk”, are you?’

 

‘Of course not,’ Ifan laughed, ‘you’re smart enough on your own when it comes to safety.’

 

‘But…?’ Ianto prompted.

 

‘My boss is thoroughly convinced that you and his daughter will hit it off.’

 

‘Like dating-wise?’ Ianto asked.

 

‘I’m afraid so.’

 

Ianto groaned, ‘Didn’t you tell him that I have a boyfriend?’

 

‘I tried to, but he has very selective hearing when it comes to me.’

 

Ianto sighed, ‘Well, alright.’

 

Anything was worth it for a night with Jack.



 Chapter 16: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106060.html


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a_silver_story
May. 10th, 2010 04:50 am (UTC)
I hate to sound like a petulant child, but ...


MOAR! NOW!




*inbox pings*


*goes to check*



OMG YOU HEARD ME!

XD
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