Chapter One: Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe
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Summary: A duo of holiday kisses between Jack and Ianto. Fiftieth in the "Immortal Janto" series.
Dedication: To all the fans and followers of the "Immortal Janto" series, story number fifty is for you.
Wow, number fifty. When I started this series, I didn't imagine that it would evolve into what is now! All I can say is that I've gotten here with the love and support of everyone who's read, reviewed, and given me love and feedback. I kept going because you loved what I was doing. You saw the potential in this series and, all I can say is, THANK YOU!
Here's to a great fifty stories and (here's hoping) another fifty more.
This story actually is in two scenes – a pre-Christmas scene and, in the second chapter, a post-Christmas scene.
And, like I've been saying, go check out Jorkins' website. The link is on my profile. If you are a Ianto fan at all, I think that you would really like it.
Anyway, no more prattling on from me, on with the show!
It had been a long time since their first Christmas together.
Ianto counted the few Christmas that they had celebrated together at Torchwood, even if they hadn't been officially together for all of those Christmases. It was still the sentiment of the fact that, for part of the holiday, they had been together and, with other people and privately, celebrated the season. And he remembered the first Christmas that he had spent with Torchwood Three.
He had only just gotten Lisa smuggled in (which had taken a great level of stealth and planning) and was still bitter that she was stuck in a basement room, half-converted into a Cyberman. To top it all off, Ianto was still reeling from the fall of Torchwood One and Canary Wharf. Some might call it PTSD and encourage him to seek professional help, but Ianto had only been to see a therapist that one time and hadn't gone back because. Honestly, with his work with Torchwood Three and Lisa, he didn't have the time to go to a therapist, not without sacrificing anything more.
Back then, Jack seemed to have recognized that he still wasn't over Canary Wharf and, in an act of kindness, he had requested that Ianto spend the days leading up to Christmas and Christmas Eve solely in the Archives, where he was most comfortable, not to be bothered by the rest of the team (even Jack), for trivial things – including coffee. Jack knew that he was a researcher and archivist at his heart and that was where he was happiest.
As the years went by and Jack and Ianto found themselves attracted to one another, Ianto learned that Jack was child-like when it came to getting into the Christmas spirit. That included creating a veritable winter wonderland in the Hub the Christmas after Tosh and Owen had died. Jack had thrown his full energy into making sure that Gwen and Ianto were still in good spirits after the loss of two members of their team. Coincidentally, that had been the last Christmas that Ianto would have with Jack before the 456s came to Earth and it was a memory that had kept Ianto going when Jack thought that he was dead.
And now Jack still had a great deal of energy and enthusiasm about Christmas.
Which is why Ianto was struggling to keep from laughing when Jack came walking, with a totally straight face, into the TARDIS control room, as they were heading to pick Annabelle up from university for her winter break (after a side trip to a planet to pick up a few, last-minute Christmas presents), wearing, quite possibly, the most ridiculous piece of headwear that Ianto had ever seen – and that included everything in the Wardrobe of the TARDIS.
How Jack had managed to find a head band with a felt piece of mistletoe attached to the top via a spring so that it was dangling over Jack's head was beyond Ianto. It was Jack, after all, and, as such, the man would go to insane and extraordinary lengths in order to get everyone around him into the Christmas spirit.
"Merry Christmas, Ianto," Jack said, his tone light and happy, though there was no indicator in his voice that gave away any knowledge about his headwear.
"And the same to you too, Jack."
If Jack was going to play this game, Ianto would be more than happy to indulge. After all, no one could out-mask-of-cool Ianto Jones.
Ianto gave Jack a little smile before turning around and going back to work at the control of the TARDIS. The ancient machine hummed with humor around him, also clearly amused by Jack's antics.
That, apparently, didn't sit well for Jack because the next thing that Ianto knew was hands, Jack's hands, slipping what felt conspicuously like a headband onto the top of his head. Ianto sighed over-dramatically, as if to appear that Jack was putting him out.
He turned to face Jack, fully aware of the lecherous grin that was on Jack's lips, and raised an eyebrow.
"You are a child sometimes, Jack," Ianto told him dryly, as Jack put his hands on Ianto's hips.
"But you love me."
"Oh, I do."
"Good."
And, with that, Jack went in for a kiss. Ianto smiled into the kiss and held Jack tight for a few minutes.
When they finally pulled away from each other (thanks to the TARDIS for flashing her lights in warning of the imminent arrival of the Doctor, Donna, and the twins – all of whom would heckle the two for pretty much making out in the control room), Jack was beaming brightly. Ianto laughed and reached up to pull the headband of his head, aware that his hair was probably messed up at the moment.
Their eyes met and they shared a humorous agreement.
As the family of Time Lords came trooping into the TARDIS, bundles and packages in arm, Ianto looked to Donna.
The red-haired woman raised an eyebrow at him. "What's going on, Ianto?" she asked, her tone clearly showing that she knew that there was something that he was planning and that she saw the headband in his hand.
He tossed the headband gently across the room to her. She caught the item with her free hand.
"Have fun," was all Ianto said as Jack pulled him out of the room, both cackling with laughter as they went. The looks on the faces of the Doctor and Donna was so worth it, even if the blanches from the twins meant that the two were scarred for life by mental images of their parents.
But wasn't that the point of mistletoe?
Short, but fluffy and funny! Let me know what you think!
There will be a second chapter in this story – but I'm not going to tell you what it's about. You'll just have to wait and see!
