Instant Relief
Jack decided that it was too late for the young Welshman to be driving home. He'd had far too much scotch and beer to drink to even think about driving himself. Getting the visitors quarters ready, Jack almost frog-marched the younger man to the freshly made bed, before turning to leave.
"Get a good nights sleep. I have a few questions that need answers, and your the only one that can do that. I need you sober."
Then he left.
Ianto groaned, lying down on the bed looking up at the ceiling, as the room spun. He would of been fine to drive home. He knew he would me been, but Jack Harkness had to put his three pence worth in and stop him.
Jack stood with his back against the closed door, listening to Ianto breathing heavily. He was sure the young man was angry with him at being made to stay at the Hub, but he couldn't risk Ianto crashing his car and he himself couldn't leave the Hub.
Ianto wasn't sure what questions Jack wanted him to answer. He and Owen were just blowing off some steam after the Weevil hunt earlier that evening. Just a little male bonding. No need for Jack to get all hot and bothered about it.
Placing his jacket neatly over the back of the chair, Ianto took off his shoes and laid down on the top of the bed. It was useless. Feeling the need to move again, Ianto stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He knew Jack was still outside the door.
Jack closed his eyes. What was he going to do about the young Welshman? They'd survived the Cyberman...got through the Brecon episode. But Ianto's drinking was getting worse. Now he was going along with Owen, getting drunk most nights.
Ianto laid on the bed again, arms under his head, staring at the ceiling. He sighed, turned his head to the side and then closed his eyes. Sleep wasn't going to come easily. He needed alcohol to numb his senses. Getting off the bed, Ianto moved to the door. If he was really quiet, maybe he could make it to the boardroom. There was whiskey and rum in the cabinet. He listened to hear if Jack had left or not. If he was going to move, it had to be now. Getting to the door, he opened it slowly, looking out. Jack had gone. Ianto blew out the breath he'd been holding. Making his way to the stairs, he quickly moved down them to the boardroom door.
Jack sighed, as he watch the CCTV cameras. "Oh, Ianto," he said, rubbing a hand over his face. He looked at the two bottles on his desk. "I already thought of that."
Going into the boardroom, Ianto made for the cupboard. Opening it, he put a hand inside, only to feel open space where the bottles should be.
"Shit! Harkness!"
Slamming the cupboard shut, Ianto looked up at the CCTV camera. The red light was on. He frowned, moved to a chair and flopped down into it.
Five minutes later, Jack joined him.
Ianto laughed. "You beat me to it."
"Yeah."
"I need a drink, Jack. I can't sleep."
"No, you don't." Jack told him. "I'll get you a sleeping tablet.
"I don't want any fucking tablets! I want some Goddamn whiskey!"
"Sorry. No can do."
Ianto launched himself out of his chair and ran for the door before Jack had a chance to stop him.
Entering Jack's office, Ianto grabbed the bottle of whiskey, took off the cap and began to chug it down. Jack ran in and took the bottle from the younger man, spilling it's contents over them both.
"Fuck you, Harkness!"
"That's Captain Harkness to you, Mr Jones."
Ianto smiled. "Huh!"
"Ianto, please."
"You didn't complain about me drinking on dates, did you? No, it was alright if you bought them."
"A few glasses of wine. A beer, not half a dozen doubles!"
"What about the first night we fucked? You had me drink a few scotch's then."
"To relax you, not to get you drunk!"
"So, when you wanna fuck me, I can drink, but not otherwise, is that it?"
"No, that is not it, and you know it."
Ianto's eyes darted around the room, looking for the rum bottle.
"It's empty. I poured it away."
"You're lying!"
Jack shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not. Look in the waste basket."
Ianto moved to the desk and looked down. The empty bottle lay in there.
"Shit!"
TBC