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Heath had spent the night in silent rage, angry that they had carried on about a little plastic toy, angry that his Tadda had taken his weekend fun away and especially mad that his Tad had closed his mind to him.
Deep down he knew his Taddy had closed the bond as his anger was setting them both off, not wanting his chick to feel the waves of anger and sorrow coming off him. Especially as Heath clearly did not understand the reason for such anger.
"Heath is not a child" Ianto said for the tenth time at least within the hour of their hissed argument in the bedroom "He is a Chickie. Chameleon Bavara, a cuckoo. Christ Jack, we have to be strong here. He is at the stage of … well … testing us. We cannot cave, we must be united. For all his childlike qualities, and I do accept he is still a baby, he is clever as all hell. Could take Owen in a test of wills and snark. You know that!"
"You don't think it is a knee-jerk reaction to him disobeying you?" Jack asked smugly "For all his naughtiness with others, he never disobeys you. Just then. In there. He literally pissed in your rules!"
Ianto leaned back "so … you condone it?"
"I'm not saying that. Maybe if you had talked to him like a person insisted of a baby …" Jack snarled, his back rising and Ianto realized Heath was still there, in the bond listening through Jack and trying his best to stir things up.
"Jack. Do you love me?"
"Yes"
"Why are you speaking to me in that tone?"
Jack blinked, frowning as he stated at him, then he said softly "Little shit. Is he influencing me?"
"Trying, but you are stronger than him. Too clever for that" Ianto soothed as Jack nodded, closing his side of the bond as well and a little thump in the next room told them their son was starfishing on the floor with rage again.
"Damn it. We have that delegation of Ferkons and you know how Owen is around them … sniggering while muttering about Ferking this and that." Jack sighed "You can't find him a sitter?"
"Jack … anyone we ask to watch him will be around his little finger within moments. He is too young to trust. He has to learn to hone his skills and clamp them down. He has to stop using them, he is going to hurt someone." Ianto flopped onto the bed as he saw that Jack did not understand at all "Cariad. He could really hurt someone. He needs to know his powers, their reach and their damage."
"I know" Jack sighed "But he is still a little one."
"I know. Why we must be calm but firm" Ianto smiled leaning over to kiss him.
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Ianto had watched Jack leave and turned to find Heath there with his jacket in his hand, a look of horror as he saw that he was staying at home.
"What. You thought you were going to the Hub for the day? I bet you did. Think again" Ianto said calmly "You are grounded. As in … stuck. Unfortunately it means I am too. We are staying here, home."
Heath's eyes widened "But … the Ferckers …."
"HEATH!" Ianto barked "Your Uncle Owen is gonna get such a smack … no. No. We are staying here."
Heath gaped at him and stomped off, Ianto rubbing his head as he went through to find something for the angry chick to kill … ah …. Do.
After a sullen lunch Ianto decided to let Heath have the DVDs he had asked for all morning, a small concession when he had not actually banned them in the first place so … OK. Making sure Heath was settled he went into the bedroom to power down for a while, his head now pounding from the stress of the last couple of days.
Swinging his legs up onto the bed he sighed softly, uncoupling the arm to place it beside the bed, plugging it in and then rolling into Jack's pillow to breathe him in and let his mind settle. He was soon asleep.
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Ianto woke and yawned, feeling so much better and he rolled to sit up, yawning and stretching his arm up, the stump moving as well. It still felt weird, like the arm was still there reaching for the heavens like it's mate and Ianto let his hand rest on his knee as he rolled his head, letting his muscles settle then he reached out for his arm to reconnect it, hoping it was fully charged.
The arm that was not there.
"HEATH!"