Feels Like Home
Mcraider
Summary: A glimpse into the future shows Ianto that some things are more important than he may think.
Author's Note: This is really just a pointless piece of fluff that I was dying to write. If This piece technically would take place after Something Borrowed that being said Owen is in it so I never say whether he's dead or not, draw your on conclusions.
Warnings: None whatsoever!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto duh little Rhys/Gwen

Chapter One:

Ianto had been watching his lover, Jack Harkness, all night. Jack was normally a brooding man, but tonight he appeared especially moody. Ianto had been volunteered for DJ after the devouring of the original DJ. Since then, he'd been keeping the wedding party hopping, but his eyes were constantly on Jack.

It wasn't until Ianto saw Jack get up and cut in on Gwen and Rhys. He pulled Gwen close, dancing slowly and gazing into her eyes. Ianto felt his blood boil slightly—the first twinges of fuzziness from the beer. Ianto didn't know why he was so jealous; it was just sex—right?

His deep blue eyes watched the two dancing inches apart. Jack staring into Gwen's deep hazel eyes; they seemed completely lost in one another as they swayed to the beautiful music. Ianto grabbed the glass of champagne near by and shot it back in one gulp, draining the glass dry. Striding away from the table and over to the couple he spoke. "May I—" noticing they were still staring at one another he felt his cheeks grow warm and cleared his throat. They finally broke the gaze, looked at him and forced their smiles.

"Yes—" Gwen breathed out a soft sigh before stepping back, fully prepared to dance with Ianto.

Ianto blew her off slightly and turned to Jack. Ianto didn't think much of the loving gaze Jack gave him before the immortal human pulled Ianto close, holding one of Ianto's hands over his heart. He could feel the light hammer of Jack's heart against his palm. Ianto could feel Jack shift against him slightly, turning his head to gaze over at Gwen. With that, Ianto dove in. "If you love her—"

"I don't." Jack cut in.

Ianto didn't believe him, so he pushed forward. "That's not what it looked like across the room."

Jack pulled away just slightly to look into Ianto's ice blue eyes. "Ianto—"

"I understand—you don't do domestic. I'm not sure what I was expecting from you."

Jack looked surprised and a little sigh. "Ianto?"

The song was ending, so Ianto pulled away. "It's your decision Jack—but I don't just want to be some shag." Without another word Ianto walked away from his lover, leaving Jack surprised in the middle of the dance floor.

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The clean up job took several hours; by the time they were finished it was almost three in the morning. Jack dropped Owen and Tosh at their respectable flats, and then he glanced at his passenger. "Did you want to go to the hub or your flat?" He almost seemed afraid to ask that question.

Ianto was tempted, so close to saying the hub, but then he decided better of it. "I think I'd like to go home and shower, get some sleep." He looked over at Jack as if trying to decide how the man would take this news.

Jack just nodded and turned the next corner which would lead them to Ianto's flat. "Get some sleep I expect to see you all in by noon tomorrow." He pulled up to the flat several moments later as he looked at his lover; Jack felt a familiar ache in his chest.

"Of course Jack." Ianto reaching for the handle when he felt a hand grip his wrist.

Jack looked Ianto hard in the eyes. "I love you, don't ever think otherwise."

Ianto didn't reply, rather he stepped out of the SUV, closing the door behind him. Making his way up to his flat, he gladly stripped off his suit coat once he was inside and the lights were on. Twenty minutes later, Ianto had showered and was lying in his bed, wondering if he'd made a mistake. He knew Jack well. He knew that Jack was different than most other people. He wasn't sure what he expected from Jack. Maybe that was part of the problem.

Closing his eyes Ianto decided he wouldn't play the part of Jack's sex toy anymore. Rolling over on his side, he decided that tomorrow he would break it off with Jack and deal with whatever the consequences were. Obviously, Jack would never be able to give Ianto the love he'd hoped for.

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High pitched screams permeated the air of the bedroom and a moment later the little dark haired, blue eyed figure jumped onto the bed, landing on top of the two men in the bed. Ianto grunted as he felt something heavy land on his pelvis. "What the hell Jack?" Ianto moaned as he tried to shove whatever it was that had landed on him.

"Daddy!" giggled a high pitched voice as she tried to crawl up further into his arms.

Ianto's eyes flew open and suddenly found himself inches from a beautiful, innocent child. She giggled, and he noticed she was missing one of her front teeth. "What…how!?" He felt an arm slip around his waist and suddenly Ianto panicked. Lifting the child off and placing her onto the bed he jumped out of the bed, cowering by the wall.

Jack, bleary eyed and his hair sticking out in every direction sat up in bed. "Yan?" he asked quietly. The girl who'd previously been occupying Ianto's belly had started to tear up and seconds later her mouth dropped wide open and she began to wail. "Yan what's the matter with you!?" Jack slipped his hands out from under the comforter and swept their daughter up into his arms, cradling her close as she whimpered against his chest. "And you know better than to curse around her! Remember what happened last time?"

"Honestly?" Ianto asked.

Jack shook his head and moved back the blankets. Ianto was further stunned when he noticed that Jack still looked young, and well built. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms—which was unusual for the Captain. "Quit messing around Yan. Come on then love, let's go get you some breakfast. Yan can you get the twins?"

"I—I—what!?" Ianto's face was full of fear, anguish and confusion as he looked from the girl in Jack's arms, to Jack. "What!? Where am I!?" His voice was rapidly reaching an octave he didn't know he was capable of hitting.

Jack sighed in annoyance, leaning down he placed their whimpering child on her feet. "Rosie, go get some juice out for you and your brothers? Daddy and I will be down shortly."

Seemingly fine now, the girl smiled up at her father—oh god she had Jack's smile—"Kay papa!" without another word she raced out of the bedroom.

"Walk!" Jack shouted out the doorway. He turned back to Ianto, setting his best glare on the younger man. "Look I know you're probably still upset with me about last night. But we both agreed that we would never go to bed angry, and I'm pretty damn sure you weren't angry when we went to sleep last night, so what's going on?"

Ianto squinted his eyes, as if he didn't understand what Jack was saying. Glancing around Ianto was surprised as he got his first real look at the room he was in. In the middle of the room was the bed, rumpled and slept in, obviously. On either side were two end tables with lamps on them. There was a door off to the left of the bed, likely the bathroom, and on the right side of the bed was what appeared to be a very large closet. It looked very…domestic. The walls were scattered with pictures of all sorts. Some Ianto recognized, some made his eyes bulge in surprise. For instance, one very strange one was a picture of Jack standing at a side view with a very large belly—as if pregnant. "Where am I? When am I?" He accentuated the last question.

"You're in our house, in Cardiff and you're in 2018. Are you okay? You seem a little—frazzled."

Ianto let out a half laugh half sob as he continued looking around. "Forgive me sir, but when I went to bed last night I wasn't in this room, in fact I wasn't even with you! I was angry at you, in my own flat. Now I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar house, with a very familiar you and a very UNFAMILIAR CHILD!"

Jack raised his hand to his lips. "You'll startle them."

"Them!? Who the hell are they!?" Ianto asked trying desperately to keep what little composure he had left.

"They're you're children, Rose—who you just scared the crap out of. Gareth and Johnny."

"Wait…Gareth and Johnny?"

Jack rolled his eyes and grabbed his lover's wrist, then he pulled him out of their bedroom. Ianto got a quick glance at the upper part of the house—it was a very nice place, roomy hallways. He saw a bedroom door open covered in pink, he instantly realized that was Rose's room. Jack stopped them at the doorway cattycorner to the pink room. He placed his finger against his lips again and twisted the door knob. Opening it he stepped inside very quietly, Ianto followed. The room was greens, blues and yellows. Very country looking. There were two cribs side by side. As they moved towards the cribs, Ianto felt all the air leave his lungs.

Inside the two cribs slept two children—three years old most likely. Spitting images of both Jack and himself: thick black hair, beautiful cherub pale features. Ianto had never believed in love at first sight, but the sight of these two children was enough to make him take that thought away forever. Jack, obviously picking up on the reaction reached down ever so gently and lifted the boy to the left, dressed in a red UNIT shirt and black shorts, into his arms. Ianto felt his insides melt at the sight of Jack cuddling yet another child in his arms. "This is Gareth," Jack whispered as he gently brushed the hair from his son's face.

Ianto looked down at the other boy, Johnny. As if hearing his daddy's thoughts, black eye lashes began to flutter as the remaining boy slowly opened his eyes. Ianto saw the baby's eyes focus instantly on him. "Daddy." The toddler reached out to his daddy. Surprised Ianto met Jack's eyes.

"What do I do?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "You pick him up; you're Daddy, I'm Papa Bring him downstairs so we can get them breakfast." Without further instruction, Jack stepped out of the room.

Ianto looked back down at the toddler. Said toddler was now getting to his feet, thrusting his arms out to his daddy. "I'm not your daddy." Ianto whispered.

"Daddy." Whined the baby again as he began to grow angry and wave his arms, flexing his hands.

"All right!" Ianto tried not to sound stressed as he lifted the boy into his arms. Instantly the little toddler curled into his father's arms, and Ianto realized he'd just lost whatever resolve was left. He was helplessly in love with the little being resting in his arms.

Unsure where or what to do from here, Ianto stepped back out into the hallway, he glanced around, there was another bathroom—no doubt for the children. It was to the other side of the boys' bedroom where the stairs leading downstairs were. Ianto made his way downstairs when he heard someone singing.

A deep voice sang through the kitchen clear and gentle. Ianto stepped into the kitchen, his young son in his arms and watched as Jack sang to a spoon and their daughter who sat on the countertop.

No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide-eyed fears.

I'm here, nothing can harm you –

My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,

Let daylight dry your tears.

I'm here, with you, beside you,

To guard you and to guide you…

It was at this point when their daughter opened her mouth, and obviously she'd gotten her skill for singing from her father because she sang in a beautiful, somewhat immature, soprano voice. Ianto realized as he listened she had a great talent. He watched for a few more minutes as the two continued their duet.

Say you love me every waking moment,

Turn my head with talk of summertime

Say you need me with you, now and always

Promise me that all you say is true

That's all I ask of you…

Let me be your shelter,

Let me be your light.

You're safe. No one will find you

Your fears are far behind you

Jack glanced up and smiled as he saw his lover. "Good morning sleepy heads!" Jack greeted as he swept his other son from Ianto's arms, pressing a kiss to the toddler's cheek. It was in that moment that Ianto felt as if he'd been beamed onto another bloody planet.