I was playing with the idea of jealousy and in particular how Ianto would react if he found out Jack was playing around. This is the result. Told from Ianto's point of view, it features Jack/Ianto with cameos from the other characters. Enjoy


Tuesday morning

That Tuesday morning Ianto sprang from his bed well before the alarm sounded. He was relaxed and refreshed after his day off and ready to face the world. Monday had been spent mainly in sleep: he had got to bed at six in the morning and did not rise until four in the afternoon. Then he had pottered round the flat, not doing much; he had spent much of his time thinking back to Sunday night when he had experienced the most amazing sex yet with Jack. Now he made for the bathroom and showered quickly. Drying, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He noticed yellowing bruises on his arms and a hickey on his shoulder. He grinned and turned slightly. Yes, there were bruises on his arse too. Sunday had been a good night! He quickly shaved and dressed. He did not stop for breakfast: he had other plans.

Ianto strolled to his car, parked quite a way away in the only space he could find at six on a Monday morning. He thought back again to the Sunday evening he'd spent with Jack. It was the tenth time that Jack had asked him to his bed and this had been as glorious as the other nine. The night had started with a quick drink at a local bar then a walk back to the Hub with Jack's hand on his arse, inside his trousers, squeezing hard and exploring, while Jack had told him exactly what he was going to with him. And he had, with Ianto's willing participation. They'd ended up in Jack's bed having started in the Tourist Office. God, it had been good; Ianto was still tingling with remembrance as he unlocked his car and drove off.

He parked his car in the Red Dragon centre car park and walked along the back streets. It was a sunny morning and he felt like singing but settled for whistling. He hadn't whistled since he was a kid but found he could remember how. He was so happy. He was one of the first customers at the little bakery close to the Norwegian Church. Ianto had found it on one of his forays around the city and often bought food for the office here: their doughnuts were especially good. But this morning he wanted bagels.

"You're early today," smiled the assistant who had served him in the past. "What can I get you?"

"Bagels. I'd like two with cream cheese and two plain, please," replied Ianto. He watched as the goods were placed in a bag and then paid for them. "Thanks," he called as he strode away. Jack would love the surprise treat for his breakfast.

Still Tuesday morning

He was walking towards the Hub along the wooden walkway but still some way away when he stopped abruptly. The entrance to the Tourist Office was just in sight and Jack was outside the door – with a blonde girl. Ianto stared as Jack took her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips. It was a long and intimate kiss. Jack watched as the girl walked away, in the opposite direction to where Ianto stood.

Making a 90 degree turn, Ianto walked towards the barrage, not seeing where he was going, colliding with people hurrying on their way to work. He started to run and didn't stop until he could run no further. He was out of breath and hurting so much. He stood looking out over the water scarcely believing what he had seen: Jack had been kissing the girl and it was not a major leap of the imagination to know that he had also shagged her. The night with Ianto had obviously meant nothing to Jack if he could go with someone else the next day. The realisation was shattering. Of course, Ianto had heard of Jack's reputation – Owen had rather made a point to telling him – but despite this Ianto had felt he was special, had been made to feel that way by Jack. He had been taken in completely. He was just a part-time shag, one of the many according to Owen.

Ianto stood immobile as thoughts ran through his head. His good mood had vanished and he was bereft. He felt like he had after Lisa had died. Taking a long, deep breath Ianto composed himself. He had to go to work and act like he had seen nothing. He had to carry on. He had done it before and he could do it again. He noticed he was still carrying the bagels and threw them in a rubbish bin. So much for surprising Jack, he had been the one to get the surprise.

Entering the Tourist Office, Ianto went behind the counter to his computer. He had realised, on the long walk back to the Hub, that he had no proof to back up his suspicions. Maybe there was another explanation, maybe it wasn't as he had assumed. He logged on and accessed the CCTV log for last night. The footage was clear and Ianto could no longer doubt. Jack had gone to his quarters about 10pm and come out again 15 minutes later, washed and changed. He had left the Hub only to return after an hour with the blonde girl. They had gone down to the Hub where Jack had settled with her on the sofa by the workstations and they had kissed then shagged. They had stayed there the rest of the night and at 6.30am Jack had made her coffee into which he had dropped Retcon. Ianto had seen them when Jack was escorting her off the premises.

"Ianto, any chance of some coffee, sweetheart?" It was Gwen. She had just arrived and was looking at Ianto hopefully.

Ianto shook himself back to reality. He had to act like normal. "Of course. I'm just checking up on an order," he gestured to the computer. "The Net connection is a bit slow. I'll be down in a minute."

"Great, couldn't start the day without a shot of your coffee," she laughed. "Did you have a good day off?"

"Yes, thanks." It had been good, it was what he had found out this morning that had ruined it. "You do anything special last night?"

"Had a meal with a friend from college and her husband. Ended up with me and Sue in the kitchen nattering over the washing up while Rhys and Terry watched TV," she laughed again, ruefully. "Bet your day was more exciting than that."

Ianto just smiled. He had never confided in his colleagues about what he did in his private life, mainly because there was not much to tell except what he got up to with Jack and those were treasured moments not to be shared. He was glad of his reticence now.

"Well, I'd better get down to work. See you later." Gwen left through the door to the Hub which Ianto opened for her.

Ianto exited the CCTV log and sat in thought for a moment. What was he going to do? Should he approach Jack with what he knew? Should he just ignore it? How did he feel about it? These were all questions he couldn't answer, not right now. What he did know was that he had to carry on as normal. He did not want anyone to know how humiliated he felt. He locked the PC screen and went into the Hub ready to start his duties.


Tell me what you think, it gets a bit angsty from here ...