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Jack walked into the dusk fog with a light step, intent on gathering some takeaways and following Ianto home.

He had given him a half hour start, now excited to think that Ianto was hung away with care while Ford waited, hot and needy in the semi-darkness.

What he didn't expect was the familiar coat flashing around a corner.

After a moment, he followed.

The takeaways forgotten on the top of a rubbish bin lid, the heat visible as steam rose gently from the bag.

He could hear voices and checked that he was downwind before stealthily creeping to the corner and peeking around.

Ford stood in his long black Burberry coat with his hands in his pockets and he was shielding the person he was speaking to, Jack forced to move to a better view and further exposing himself.

"I don't know why he was there either" a soft welsh lit.

"Well I knew what I felt and he was there, the agreement was that he stays in London" Ford growled and the other sighed.

Jack had a better view and gaped.

"Look Old Father" Andy Davidson reached out and placed a hand on Ianto's arm, "We both know that Lock has his own agenda, I doubt Croft even knows the little bugger broke the accord and moved amongst us."

"Do you think he saw me?" Ford didn't shake the hand off, indeed to Jack it looked like he was reaching out to cover it with his own.

"No. We both know that he would have reacted" Andy shrugged, "He wouldn't have been able to resist taking a better look. By the sweet goddess, he's not seen you for so long, it would have been impossible for him not to call out to you."

"You think?" Ford shifted his feet and then slowly turned his head to look to his left as a cat scuttled past on the fence. "I taught him well."

"Ford, come on. You know me, you've known me since the day I was whelped. Do you think I can lie to you, even if I wanted to? I love you Old Father and we all respect you and yours. Sherlock and Mycroft have no place here in your Wales" Andy said calmly, "My brothers and sisters are loyal to you."

Ford shifted again and nodded, "I have always loved you wee pup. Of all your littermates, I knew you had the most promise. You are one of my favorite pupils."

"Thank you Old Father" Andy preened.

"Now, I think you need to go" Ford leaned in and touched his nose to Andy's, a moment of affection not lost on Jack.

Andy drew his coat around him and went to step around Ford.

"No, go the way you came. I have been followed by one you do not wish to meet" Ford said sadly and Andy hesitated.

"Are you safe?" Andy asked, his hand going for his baton.

"It is alright, I appreciate your concern but he is no threat to me" Ford purred, "He will never harm me. I do not think he would be so calm about you."

"It's HIM isn't it" Andy peered into the dark and Jack saw his eyes gleam in the dark, like Ford's.

It struck him, like a thunderbolt and Jack stopped breathing as he locked eyes with Andy.

A lycanthrope.

A bloody werewolf, right here the whole time.

Jack couldn't help it.

He grinned and winked at the blonde wolf.