Notes
This is a random plot bunny that came to me begging to be written. It will be a two-shot so one more part to come later this week. My other two fics 'The Death of Lisa Hallett' and 'The Hand of Destiny' will also both be updated this week.
I can only apologise for taking so long to update. I know how frustrating it is for readers, but real life has just gotten in the way lately. I've been ill and my Nan has been in hospital so I haven't had much time for writing at all. I do appreciate your patience and normal service will be resumed shortly.
It's a subtle thing, a brush of fingers as a coffee cup is handed over. To anyone else it would have seemed perfectly innocent, but then he saw the twinkle in Jack's eye and the light blush creeping up Ianto's neck and it hit him like a bolt of lightning.
They were shagging. Jack and Ianto were shagging. He smiled to himself and looked down at his paperwork; the Captain and the Tea-boy, who would've thought it?
Once he'd worked out what was going on it seemed so bloody obvious. Ianto always made the coffee round at 11am and always, always took Jack his coffee last. Then Ianto would remain in Jack's office for half an hour or so before emerging with his shirt slightly rumpled or his hair a bit messier than usual; or he would enter a room without knocking and find Jack and Ianto quickly moving away from each other, trying desperately to look casual.
He wondered how he hadn't noticed anything before.
Owen knew that he should probably keep Jack and Ianto's secret, seeing as how they were obviously in no hurry to go public with their – relationship? No, it was hardly a relationship; a few shags in the office. Their arrangement was probably a more accurate description – but he had never been good at keeping things to himself, not huge pieces of gossip like this.
To Owen's credit, he did consider his gossip partner carefully. He knew that if Gwen were to get the slightest whiff of juicy gossip about Jack Harkness, she would in all likelihood start shrieking and cause a scene; so there really was only one option, the person with whom he knew was always up for a little discussion about Jack's personal life – Toshiko.
He tried talking to Tosh the next day, after seeing Ianto leaving Jack's office hurriedly smoothing his suit jacket.
'Hey Tosh, I think I know something.'
Toshiko had given him a withering look before she replied. 'Really Owen? That must be a nice change for you.'
'No,' Owen had continued, choosing to ignore her insult. 'Seriously Tosh, I think I know something about Jack.'
Tosh's eyes widened and Owen knew that he had her full attention. 'Tell me everything,' she instructed.
'He's shagging Ianto.'
Toshiko frowned. 'I don't think so Owen.'
'He is Tosh,' Owen replied. 'Look – I know you don't think he's gay but he is. He must be because he's definitely shagging Ianto.'
Owen went on to relay the details of all the interactions between the Captain and the Tea-boy that he had witnessed before looking back at Tosh, expecting her to be impressed with his skills of deduction. Instead he found her looking at him sceptically.
'I still think you're wrong,' she said.
'I'm not wrong Tosh. You're just bitter because I've got proof that Jack is gay. I'm right and you're wrong.'
'Trust me on this Owen,' Toshiko replied with conviction. 'Jack and Ianto are definitely not shagging.'
'What do I have to do, get photographic evidence?' Owen retorted and before Tosh could reply he continued, 'fine. I'll get photographic evidence if that's what it will take to convince you. Jack and Ianto are most definitely shagging.'
With that, Owen turned and headed off towards the autopsy bay. How could Toshiko not see it? He thought to himself. For someone so intelligent she certainly had trouble seeing what was right in front of her. Well he would just have to prove it to her beyond reasonable doubt. He would have to catch Jack and Ianto in the act. He smiled to himself, a plan already forming in his mind.
