2. PatJanto
Later, Looking out his office window, Jack observed his team go about their daily tasks. To Tosh and Gwen Ianto seemed fine, but Jack knew better than anyone, He knew eventually he wouldn't be able to protect Ianto from his teammates especially Owen probing eyes and questions. Thank goodness he stop Owen before he started his exam. The alien device he kept in the secures safe in his office was working ,camouflage most of Ianto symptoms, Now if Ianto could come to grip with the changes that is happening to his 21 century body. Ianto was freaking out, knowing if Gwen discover what was happening to him she would see him as disgusting and unnatural. Then there was Owen who would want to put him under a microscope, overjoyed to be the first doctor to document this rare abnormality,
As Ianto and Jack eyes met there was a glitch of mischief as a smirk form on their lips.
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Of all the things Jack had thought he might meet, see; learn this had not been one of them. Gods, he and John had even joked about it last time they were back this far in the time-streams about 'primitive' humans and here was Ianto proving him wrong in the most…unusual …way.
Jack watched as Tosh rose to follow Ianto into the kitchen and her hand rose, stroking his shoulder to let him know she was there. She was one of the few people who knew how he could zone out while at his beloved coffee machine and he turned to face her as the loving smile betrayed his pleasure in her presence.
As always there was that momentary sting.
Jelousy.
Silly, Tosh was no threat and he knew their affections were more sibling in nature, always taking of off like a chill in the air but now, most of all Jack felt that fear sliding up his spine as Ianto's face softened and he looked down at her as if being shown a rare gem.
Tosh said something and his response was obviously his dry humour because she pretended to turn to go, her hand over her mouth as she repressed her laughter, then she turned back and Ianto smiled at her, offering the cup.
Jack leaned back and considered things.
Ho far could they take this? What level could of secrecy could they possibly hope to achieve even with the device humming softly in the background.
Time still ticked by and as if hearing his thoughts, Ianto glanced up and they locked eyes.
Then a gentle nod and Ianto moved away.
Jack took the hint and blinked away the urge to follow Ianto with his eyes.
He had work to do.
Before it was too late.
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.So, this is how it can work. You lead me and I will follow for a while, then stumble again. I will wait for the next prompt to light my way a little further, yes?
Wondering if Owen tries to get the medical records or something. Also, I think we need a name for this device we are using to cloak Ianto. It may become important later on?