Part 1.
Jack's POV.
I didn't expect it to be this bad. Sure I knew that they'd hate me for leaving, for just going and not telling them, not giving them any warning, any reason, any apologies. But I never thought it'd be this bad. It's been three days since I got back. They still aren't speaking to me. At least, not properly. Only when they need to.
"Ianto..."
"Sir ?" He doesn't even turn his head.
"Any chance of some coffee magic?"
"Yes Sir."
I look around my office. It doesn't really look as if anybody's been in here since I left. Strange really, I was under the impression that Gwen had taken charge. My shoulders give a painful twinge as I remember how she slammed me into the door. Ouch.
Ianto, my Ianto. He's been quiet. Not talking, hiding himself away in the archives - only coming out every couple of hours for the coffee rounds.
Owen. He hasn't changed much, no change of attitude at least, still loud, rude and self centred. But al least I know how he's feeling.
Tosh was welcoming, but then again Tosh always is. Adoring even. I think she was just glad to have a real leader back.
I saw them in that house with the blowfish. They were helpless, floundering around and they let people get hurt. They need me, and even if they won't admit that, they all know it.
Two quiet knocks. Ianto. As he comes in I look at him closely. His face is completely devoid of any emotion or expression.
"Ianto ? Sit down, we need to talk, you know we do. Please? "
He turns back around and sits down opposite me, staring down at the carpet.
"Ianto, look at me. I need to tell you why I went, what happened."