April 2007
"READ THIS!!!!
JACK READ IT.
I MEAN IT. These are ALL the tax forms for the end of the financial year. YOU HAVE TO SIGN THEM AND SEND THEM. Actually sign them and give them to me before the end of TODAY. If you don't there will be SERIOUS repercussions. If I find you haven't read this or it has been put to the bottom of the crap on your desk and you pretend you haven't read it that counts too. I'M DEADLY SERIOUS."
Jack swallowed Ianto did sound like he meant it. He skimmed the forms - then insantly decided they looked boring. Briefly he contemplated pretending he really didn't see the note but dismissed it instantly - serious repercussions implied withholding coffee or sex or both and that was not an option. Then a grin slowly spread across his face. He stood and strode over to the door. "Ianto I'm stuck on these forms!" Ianto made his way up a grim look on his face and just stared at Jack. Jack almost had the grace to look guilty - almost. "Sir I put a cross everywhere you need to sign and by the details you need to fill in. How is there a problem?"
"I keep getting distracted worrying about serious repercussions" He replied stepping back to let Ianto into the office closing the door behind him.
"The only reason serious repercussions will be put into action is if you don't do it." Ianto said absent mindedly as leaned over the desk to pick up the offending forms and flick through them. Jack contemplated Ianto for a moment before taking the forms out of his hand and pinning him between Jack and the desk. Ianto looked up at him raising one eyebrow. Jack leant down to capture Ianto's lips. When he tried to pull away Ianto pulled him back down - what the hell, half of them didn't have to be sent off until May anyway.
May 2007
"Made reservations for your trip to London next month. I emailed the details to you two days ago but since you never check them…
It's a good job you're not in charge of anything that has a big impact on people's lives. Or that UNIT and Torchwood 1 don't email you important information. Oh wait you are and they do. How many times? Check them every day."
June 2007
"Don't forget to mention that thing that came through the rift last month"
Ianto nudged the man next to him and pointed to the note. Jack read it and nodded turning back to the UNIT captain that was speaking.
Ianto? Jack wrote pushing the notepad towards Ianto. Ianto looked over. I'm bored
Great, now shush I'm trying to take notes- that's why I'm here!!
No you're here so we could have a few days alone without weevils interrupting
Not officially
Screw officially
Jack! Jack paused a moment before continuing to write
_ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ - Its a film
Jack. I am not playing hangman with you in the middle of an EU conference
Please??
NO!!
I'll give you a head start D _ _ _ _ / D _ _ _ _ _ _
NO!
Jack let his hand drop from where it was on the table and slowly ran it up Ianto's leg. Ianto promptly moved it off. Jack repeated the action. Ianto shook his head slightly.
Grrrr. A
D _ _ _ _ / D A _ _ _ _ _
E
Nope
I
D I _ _ _ / D A _ _ I _ _
S
Nope!!
Y
D I _ _ Y / D A _ _ I _ _
T
Noooo
N
D I _ _ Y / D A N _ I N _
Dirty Dancing?
YES!! How did you know??
We watched it last night, you're rubbish at hangman, Dirty Dancing has a T in it.
Jack seemed puzzled as he scanned over Ianto's list of guessed letters but was interrupted by the woman currently speaking.
"What's your opinion Captain Harkness, you've been uncharacteristically quiet." Jack faltered for a second like a naughty school child being caught out for sleeping in class before smiling at the woman.
" Well" he started before glancing down to where Ianto had helpfully written the topic up for discussion. Underneath was written "At least one of us can multi-task" His smile widened as he preceeded to answer the question.
July 2007
"Tosh, Owen and I have gone for coffee. See you soon. I x "
August 2007
"Dear Jack,
I don't really know what to write. I miss you I guess.
Thats I guess that's what I should write not I guess I miss you.
I wish I could send this. Although I'm not sure what would be worse, not being able to contact you or being able to write and you not writing back.
I'm glad you're alive again, I didn't even get a chance to say that, didn't get a chance to talk to you.
I wish I knew where you are, that you're safe.
We're all coping, if I told you that woulld you ever come back? Will you ever come back anyway?
It's pretty quiet without you. I get more work done though I guess - no I definately get more work done. And Gwen's much better at paperwork although helping her with it is nowhere near as fun.
I don't know what else to say. I hope you're okay. Please come home soon
Ianto
P.S I think I love you - I realised this when you were dead, you just didn't stick around long enough to find out"
Ianto sighed and screwed the note up throwing it on the fire before leaning back in the chair and letting the tears roll.
A/N I apologise for the angst at the end, the fic was planned to be fluffy, but angst seems to draw me in! Reviews are love!! xox