NOTES! Okay, first, thank you to all my "Torchwood America" fans. This sequel of sorts is for you! In this story, there are actually many stories. Think of it as a TV series except that it's written in the form of short stories. While Ianto and Jason are the main attraction the rest of the Bluemont staff, Jack and Gwen (I know, I know... but she is still part of TW) will feature in the various stories. In fact most, if not all, of the Bluemont staff will get their own individual stories. I want to develop them and show how domestic life suits Ianto and Jason. There are exes, family drama, messed up relations all around.

This first story is just to get it started. I hope to update weekly (I'd do it more often but my other series/One-Shots also crave attention). This story is not one character-centric but the next one will be. Who would you all like to see a story about first? Besides Ianto and Jason, of course!

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Episode 1: The Gift

Jason Monroe sat behind his desk with a cup of coffee and a report. His hawk-like eyes scanned the writing quickly, picking out the parts that were most important. It had been a long week and it was finally coming to a close. All he wanted to do was go home, have a nice meal and veg out in front of the TV. Or, Plan B, rip off his husband's suit and have his oh-so wicked way with him.

He glanced up as a stack of papers dropped onto his desk. Ianto Jones smiled coyly at him and turned to leave. The way the black dress trousers clung just a bit to that delectable tush made the Bluemont leader's own well-cut trousers feel a little snug.

"Plan B," he said aloud, a smirk set on his face.

Ianto stopped at the threshold and flashed him a matching grin over his shoulder.

"Was there ever any doubt, Lover?"

With that, Ianto left him to finish his work. The sooner he was done, the sooner they got on to Plan B.

Really, with a husband like Ianto Jones, there was no other option. Jason smiled and buckled down to work.

An hour later...

"Yo, Jason! Any chance of me taking off early?" Sam asked as he sauntered into the office.

"Why? I have a life too, ya know? I'd like to go home early myself but feel work should come first."

Sam rolled his eyes.

It had been two months since Jason and Ianto had gotten married. It was obvious to all that the domestic life greatly suited the two men. They were good for each other. Jason had been very depressed at the start of his marriage; he blamed himself for what had happened to Kate and the necessity of sending her and the kids away. Ianto helped alleviate some of that guilt. Of course, having Christine still around helped too. The second oldest Monroe child was definitely the apple of his eye. Her very young step-father was also very proud of her personal achievements. She was a boon to their marriage. Once she finished college, to Torchwood as well.

Sam knew all of this as he knew Jason so well. He felt a great deal of sympathy for the other man and wished there was some way to help him. So far all he'd been able to do was be his friend. It was why he allowed the snippy comments.

Maybe that was enough.

"Prick."

"Yep. Big one. Least that's what Ianto says."

"Do not need nor want to hear about your sex life."

"Still in the Honeymoon Stage. The sex is really all I think about."

"So can I leave?"

"Why? What's on your agenda for the evening?"

"Taking the girlfriend out to dinner."

"Where to?"

"Olive Garden," Sam choked out. He shuddered.

Jason set his coffee down and raised an eyebrow. "What have you done now?"

"Who me? Jason, you know me. The perfect boyfriend." Who happened to hate Olive Garden. With a passion. With an iron-clad passion.

"Uh-huh. Come on.... Tell me."

"You are as gossipy as the girls. And Shelly alone can put the tabloids to shame."

"Sam..."

"So who's the wife?" Sam grinned. It was something that all of them had been wondering. Who was the top, who was the bottom? The universal question.

"I cook, he cleans. We both are. Now, what did you do? And if you say you left the toilet seat up again then-- HAHA!"

"No." Sam huffed and folded his arms. "I accidentally turned her favorite red sweater pink and doll-sized."

The resulting guffaw made Sam nod and shake his head (in that order).

"Not funny. That sweater came from a shop in New York that shut down a few years ago. I've been searching online for a replacement. She's pissed."

"Too right she's pissed. If it's the sweater I'm thinking of, I'm pissed too! The way it hugs her figure and clings to her perky brea-- Hello, Ianto!"

Arms folded, Ianto tapped his foot. "Oh you are so going to be on the couch if you're not careful." The mirth in his bright blue eyes belied his seemingly aggravated face.

"Better the couch than the ultimate punishment," Jason said. He closed the report and stood. It could wait until Monday. He had better things to... do.

"What's the ultimate punishment?" Sam asked as they all walked out of the office into the corridor.

"Pajamas," Jason said deadpanned.

"Huh? Say wha?" Sam looked at the two men in confusion.

"When Jason's been... naughty," Ianto explained. "I come to bed in full pajamas. You know, long flannel bottoms with a long sleeved, collared, button down shirt. Built for comfort, not attractiveness."

"And so?"

"He then uses me as a body pillow. Rolls all over me all night long. And he won't take them off!" Jason complained.

Sam chuckled. His own girl denied him sex whenever they were fighting. Of course it meant fantastic make-up sex later but it still frustrated him to no end.

"Okay, y'all!" Jason called out. "Let's call it a day!"

Everyone started to gather their things, making plans for the weekend. And then...

The Rift alarm went off.

They all sighed.

"Okay, Ianto, Miranda, Shaina. In the van. Sam, go spoil your girlfriend and then buy a dummy's guide to laundry."

The Earth was still recovering from the environmental damage it had suffered from. It had been two months since they had defeated Mr. Franklin. All of the Torchwood bases from around the globe were working together to repair the devastation. In fact, the report on Jason's desk was a compilation of reports from many of the bases detailing the upcoming Torchwood convention.

The newly reformed Torchwood Institute had dedicated itself wholeheartedly to restoring the Earth to its previous splendor (or at least as close as it could) while still protecting it from alien threats. At the moment Captain Jack Harkness was the head of Torchwood.

No one had any complaints.

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Ianto turned the van into the empty lot. He let out a sigh; it was the warehouse where he'd been impregnated by the Nostrovite.

"If anything bites me, anything at all, even a mosquito, every one of you will suffer an excruciatingly painful death."

"With that accent of yours, 'excruciatingly' becomes my favorite word."

"Jason, you're the one with the accent, not I," Ianto said.

"Maybe in Cardiff, but we're in Bluemont, West Virginia."

"You two, behave," Miranda said. She had a small scanner in her hand and was busy searching for what had triggered the alarm.

"So what have we got, Ranger Girl?"

She shot him a dirty look. "Cute Jason. Too bad I'm not cute."

Shaina giggled and covered her mouth. The banter that passed between the team was always a source of amusement.

They all climbed out of the van and looked around.

"So what have we got then?" Shaina asked. She lifted her bag onto her shoulder and closed her door.

"Dunno. All I'm picking up is Rift energy. Nothing more."

Ianto unbuttoned his coat and pulled out his gun.

"Expecting trouble, Cariad?" Jason asked.

"Always, Lover." Ianto flashed him a smile. "Let's hurry up. I'm in the mood for Plan B."

"Plan B?" Shaina gasped. "Oh my! Jason, are you preggers?"

"Funn-ee."

The four of them walked towards the warehouse. Jason used a crowbar to pry open the door and led them inside. The only light they had was the sun that came through the dusty windows. All around the large room were crates and barrels.

No sign of anything--

"What's that?"

"Shaina!"

Ianto dove after the younger woman and caught her about the waist. He had learned the hard way to be extra cautious.

"It's a book!" she said. "See?"

She pointed at the small rectangular tome laying on the floor. It was faded gold with an intricate knotted design on the cover. It had an antique appearance.

"It's so pretty!"

"Yeah," Miranda muttered. "You work for Torchwood so use your head. It could be dangerous."

Without a word Ianto pulled a pair of thick gloves from his shoulder bag. Once he had pulled them on he knelt and reached for the book. He flipped through the weathered pages.

"Better put it in a protective container, just to be on the safe side," he said.

Jason joined his husband. "I wonder what it is..."

"Possibly a diary of some sort."

"Or just a story book."

"Maybe a ledger?"

"Yo, Watson, Holmes, do ya mind?" Miranda snapped. "There's a movie on TV I wanna see. It's girls' night in tonight."

"Sorry," both men said, properly chastened.

Once the book had been stashed in the van they searched the rest of the warehouse and the surrounding area, just to be safe.

About an hour later they were back at the base.

"I'll just put this up for the weekend, shall I?" Ianto said. He held up the containment box.

"Sounds good. Thank you ladies. Miranda, enjoy your girls' night. Shaina, behave little lady."

"Why should I when I'm pretty sure you two won't?" Shaina teased as she put on her jacket. "Coming Miranda?"

Jason shook his head and grinned. "'Night."

"Goodnight!"

He walked into the containment room. A smile graced his face as he watched his husband stand on his toes to put the book out of harm's way on a high shelf.

"This room is in serious need of a makeover, Lover."

"Well, my beautiful Welsh husband, let's add it to my honey-do list."

Ianto turned, dusted himself off, and went to stand before him. "With pleasure. Speaking of-- I do believe that your pleasure is on my list."

Jason wound his arms around the trim figure. "Well, what's yours is mine." He kissed Ianto, pulling back after a moment. "Let's go home, Cariad. Before I take you on the floor."

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"Monroe," Jason said into the phone.

It was Monday morning and Jason was making breakfast before they left for work.

"Hey, sexy Cousin of Mine! Top 'o the mornin' to ya!"

"Jack!

Ianto looked up from the coffee he was pouring and smiled. He listened as the two men chatted. Not too long ago Jack and Jason had fought to win his affections. Now they were as close as brothers. Considering all that had happened, he was glad that the two men were such good friends.

He brought Jason a cup and took over the scrambled eggs. They chatted over the phone with Jack at least once a week. Everything from Torchwood to who had the hottest body to how to prepare tea. There was no topic that was safe. Sometimes Ianto would not be there and from the look on his husband's face after, he would wonder what they had spoken about. But Jason would just smirk and that night Ianto would get no sleep. He certainly had no complaints.

"He wants to torture you now."

Ianto smiled and took the phone from him. "Good morning Jack. How're you?"

"Great! You won't believe what we got! A Singularity Scalpel!

"That's great!"

Jack said, "And this one came with a manual. I told Jason I would send it along to Bluemont. Maybe one of your techies can come up with a way to duplicate it."

"That would be a big help to the medical community."

"Yeah. By the way, your sister called the other day."

"Ah, yes."

"She wants to see you. The pictures you've sent aren't enough."

Ianto let out a heavy sigh. He wanted to see his sister but hadn't the time to take a trip to Cardiff.

"I know. And I will. Just that right now, I'm very busy and I did just get married. I couldn't possibly take time off right now."

Jack's voice was soothing in his ear. "That's what I told her. She understands it's just... she misses you."

"I promise. I'll come visit you all soon."

"Don't forget to bring that gorgeous hunk of husband with you."

"Oi! Keep your hands of me husband, Jack!"

Jason laughed as he set a plate of biscuits on the table. "Jelly or jam?" he asked.

"Jelly. Grape... no, strawberry."

Ianto sipped at his coffee while Jack regaled him with the latest news on the Torchwood Cardiff front. He laughed when Gwen shouted out 'Now, Jack! You know it didn't happen like that!' then he chatted with her directly. The entire conversation took place in less than twenty minutes and then he and Jason bid them good day.

"Ooh, looks good!" Ianto pressed a kiss to Jason's mouth and sat down at the kitchen table.

Biscuits, scrambled eggs, bacon and fresh fruit. It was more than Ianto had ever eaten while in Wales. That was due in part to the fact that Ianto couldn't cook worth a darn. All he was capable of making without messing up were cold sandwiches and one-pot soups (made from prepackaged frozen veggies and seasonings). It was quite nice to have real food everyday.

Jason had learned from the time he was little how to work a kitchen. His parents owned and operated a restaurant that served home-cooked Greek cuisine. The recipes had been passed down in Mr. Monroe's family for generations. Jason himself had been only eight when he made his first baklava. He had helped Ianto in his attempts to make a pan of it and each time he laughed and kissed Ianto when he pouted at the mush that was supposed to be filo dough and walnuts. After Jason then made a fresh pan and the syrup had been poured, they took the leftover syrup and turned in early.

Unless the Rift intervened it was their Sunday evening ritual.

"Tuck in. According to Bobby it's gonna be a long day." Jason poured himself another cup of coffee and reached for a biscuit.

"I made sandwiches last night. We can take them with us." Ianto buttered a biscuit and spooned some eggs onto his plate. His nose crinkled as Jason reached for the ketchup. He never understood how anyone could eat eggs with the stuff.

"Don't make that face, Mr. Paprika and Marmite."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it, Lover." Ianto smiled at him.

He really did love these mornings. As he bit into his eggs he realized one thing. And it was very important.

Domesticity suited him.

"More coffee?" he asked.

"Always, Cariad."

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They strolled into the base a little after 10. The rest of the team were sitting around, some working while others chatted. It was a typical Monday morning at Torchwood Bluemont.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" Dan said with a grin. "Nice weekend?"

"Fabulous, actually," Ianto replied.

He kissed Jason's cheek and headed towards his office. Shelly had handed him and Jason a stack of mail the instant they'd stepped through the door upstairs and he really wanted to sort it so he could focus on other things. Like the book.

"Coffee?" Jenny asked, holding out a cup as she walked in.

"Thanks. Mm." He took a second sip (thank God for the new percolator, a wedding present from Gwen and Rhys) and then sat down at his desk. "Something you wanted, Doctor?" he asked pleasantly.

"Nope. Just wanted to tell you that I took the liberty of running scans on that book and there was nothing nefarious about it."

"So it's just a book?"

"Yep. Just a dusty old book."

"Good. Maybe after lunch I'll take a gander at it."

"You sound more like Jason everyday."

"You say that like it's a bad thing!"

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Three hours later Jason found Ianto sitting in the research room. The book was laid open in front of him. There were tears in his blue eyes.

"Ianto? Cariad... Baby, what is it?" Jason crouched down and wiped at the tears.

The young Welshman drew in a stuttered breath and met his concerned gaze.

"Talk to me, Baby."

"It's Katelyn's."

At the mention of his youngest child's name, Jason tensed up. It had been the most difficult decision of his entire life to send his ex-wife and the kids to the future colony world. The only things that made it bearable were Ianto, Christine and John Hart. His husband soothed his demons and made him remember what he was fighting to protect. His daughter reminded him of the rest of his family and her continued presence in his life also helped him on his darkest days. The former Time Agent had become his family's guardian angel. The Captain had made it his responsibility to look after Kate and the kids since he couldn't be there.

It had only been two months and he missed them something fierce. How was he supposed to handle it for the rest of his life?

"Jason, this book. It's Katelyn's diary in the future."

"What?"

"We changed their names and life stories but somehow she remembered. This book was started when she first arrived in the 51st century. In it she refers to herself and the others by their new names but, according to my calculations, thirty some years from now she remembers who she really is. The diary spans all of that time and thirty more years."

Jason sat down hard on the cold stone floor. His stomach felt as if it were full of rats.

"And she hates me, doesn't she?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I sent her away. I left her and the others to deal with life without me. Everything that made Katelyn who she is--"

"She understood."

Ianto picked up the book and handed it to him. He opened it to the inside cover.

Jason's eyes scanned the gently swooping writing.

"Daddy, if you're reading this then it means that I've succeeded. I found a way to open the Rift in Bluemont in the 21st century and was able to send this to you.

It's me, Daddy. It's Katelyn. I go by Futalya now but in my heart I will always be Katelyn Monroe. I will always be your daughter.

I hope this diary finds you well. I wanted you to know that we were all happy here. Yes, we missed you. But once my memories returned I knew why you had done this. I know why you sent us away. Don't be angry with Captain Hart; he took care of us. His wife too. I can't say who she is because of the time lines but I saw them both as family.

Mom got better. She believed she was widowed right after I was born. She met a man, a nice man with a child of his own. They married a few years after we came here. Richard, Robbie and I all made friends and eventually married. I named my first born after you. I now have five grown children and many grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is expecting her first. I've enclosed pictures for you.

Captain Hart told me that you and Ianto married. He told me other things as well but like I said, time lines I'm so happy for you Daddy. Ianto really loves you. I'm glad that you learned to live again.

I wanted you to have this so that you could see that you did the right thing. I know that you probably blame yourself but you mustn't. We all lived full lives and have been very happy. Mom is dead now but I see Richard, Robbie and their families all the time. We live in a small town and we love it here. It's very much like Greece, maybe that's why it was easy for us to call it home.

Please, Daddy, don't be sad. I know that it must be difficult for you to deal with this on your own. But remember, you still have a wonderful family at Torchwood Bluemont. And I'm sure that Christine and Ianto and Uncle Jack are up to the task of keeping you on your toes. Yes, I call him Uncle Jack. I know who and what he is. I see him too. He doesn't know it yet, of course. But you should know that he loves you too.

And us... Mom, Robbie, Richard and me. All of us are still in your heart. I'm the only one who KNOWS but I can see it in their eyes. Richard and Robbie know that there's something important that they've forgotten but they don't know what. Uncle Jack and Captain Hart told me not to tell them. They'll remember it if they're meant to.

Please remember us as we were. Know that we are happy and safe. We miss you but you have so much you need to do that it's okay.

I love you, Daddy. Nothing will ever change that. You always were and always will be my hero.

Always and forever, Katelyn Monroe."

Jason closed the book and stood. He pulled his husband into his arms and cried against his neck.

"It'll be alright, Jason."

Jason raised his head and smile through his tears.

"I know." He looked down at the book. "The thing about sending them so far away was that I was worried at what would happen to them. The universe is dangerous and I can't protect them from here. But they're alright. All of them."

Ianto cupped his face with both hands and kissed him.

"Then that's enough."

"Yeah," Jason replied. "It is."

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"Good afternoon, ladies and gents!"

The rest of the team looked up in surprise and amusement.

"Captain Hart!" Susan cried. She blushed a little and bit her lip.

"What brings you here?" Sam asked.

"Just felt like coming for a visit. Ooh! Sunshine, Eye Candy!"

"Oh bloody hell," Ianto said as he and Jason (tears dried) came up the stairs.

Captain John Hart grinned at him.

"Did ya miss me?"

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End

NOTES!

Okay, so nothing dramatic here but I think a good place to get the ball rolling. So, who would you like to see a story of first?

Jason

Ianto

Jenny

Sam

Miranda

Bobby

Susan

Shelly

Shaina

Tamara

Chris

Dan

Shantaye

Erin

Christine

John Hart

The Girlfriend