Jack walked down to the archives. He wasn't sure what he was going to say or even if there was anything he could say to help Ianto but he knew he had to try. He passed the storage areas and entered the main area of the archives. It had seemed a century since he had last been down here and it had indeed changed under Ianto's careful attendance. He saw the young Welshman standing at the back of the room, reaching for a box which sat on a shelf that Ianto clearly wasn't going to be able to reach. Jack stood in the door way watching the young man curiously. He wasn't exactly watching the muscles dance under Ianto's shirt or how the man's trousers fitted perfectly around his arse but he couldn't help but take a quick glance.
After a moment of watching Ianto, Jack walked over and reached up and over Ianto and grabbed the box he had sought out. As he placed it on the desk, Jack could feel Ianto's glare slide upon him. He let a cheeky smile play across his lips but as he went to turn he realized that Ianto had begun to walk out of the room. 'Ianto?... Wait, I need to talk to you.' Jack watched as Ianto ignored his statement and kept on walking.
Ianto knew sooner or later that Jack was going to come down and talk to him but he didn't realize that he would do it so soon. Ianto had felt fine when he was alone in the archives but as soon as Jack had come into the room, he felt restricted and very suffocated; the air became toxic and he had to leave. It would have been fine but Jack had reached up and pulled down the box he had been trying to get down, and he would have been fine by himself. Ianto hadn't felt so trapped by anyone in a long time. He knew he had a connection to this man but right now all he felt for him was contempt with a hint of anger. He felt so useless whenever Jack was around. It was as if whenever he saw Jack a switch flicked in his brain and he became nothing more than a statue for him to look at.
Well if that was what was happening Ianto would have a surprise for Jack. Ianto wasn't about to be made to look like he wasn't worthwhile; he hoped Jack would see that soon enough. Somehow he was going to have to make Jack see that he was more a part of the team then just something for him to look at. Ianto thought about all the things Jack liked and disliked and what he could do to make Jack suffer just a little bit. Coffee…. Ianto had a plan and he didn't think Jack was going to like it; not one little bit. That suited Ianto very well.
