So, quick recap: Gwen kissed Jack, Ianto walked in, Jack and Ianto fought, Ianto left, Jack went home...and here we are.
Disclaimer: I don't own Janto. But I sure wish I did.
The Torchwood Team: 10 Years Later
Ianto was upset, to say the least. He wandered aimlessly through the dark gloomy rain, hoping that passers-by wouldn't notice him crying. He wasn't really sure what he wanted. Jack to apologise? To get blindly drunk and hope that the situation would work out somehow? Slap Gwen? Wake up and find it was some kind of hideous nightmare?
All of the above, please, he thought. Although I'll settle for a drink.
The next pub he found was, luckily, around the corner from his house.
Jack paced the hallway, wondering what to say to Ianto when...if...he returned.
Sorry, but she forced herself on me?
No. He wouldn't believe that...not with my history...
It was an accident?
Wouldn't believe that either.
It'll never happen again?
Oh, definitely not. Oh, come on, Harkness! Think, damn you!
3 and a half hours later...
Ianto knocked on the door with considerable difficulty. Not only was he drunk, but he was really drunk. As in pass-out-in-a-gutter-and-die drunk.
Jack opened the door. "Ianto?"
He'd never seen the Welshman this drunk before.
Ianto glared at him. "Well, who else was it gonna be? Someone else you're supposedly 'in love' with?" he slurred.
Jack opened his mouth to talk, but Ianto ploughed on, the alcohol bringing out his true feelings.
"And you know what...Jack? I'm really...sick of it. You're 'sposed to love me! Me! We're married, for God's sake! But you...you never really loved me, didja? Never! It was...always her! Always...I'm just the toyboy? Aren't I? I'm sick of it...your flirting...the way you just flirt with anyone! Don't get me wrong...it's kind of attractive...but me! You're married...to me! You're...mine! Legally and everything...I don't wanna share...'specially not with Gwen...you know what Jack? You make me really angry...but I love you so much I ignore it...but go much further...I won't be able to, ok? Are you even listening to me? Just cos you're immortal, doesn't mean that you can just...ruin lives...right? I mean...after Lisa...died...I didn't even wanna get involved with anyone. Ever again, you know? Just the possibility that anyone could hurt me so much...scared me...and then I fell so much in love...with you...and you don't even care! You just toss me aside...like a...like a lolly wrapper or something! I'm sick of it Jack! Sick! It hurts me that you couldn't even wait 'till I was...dead! I mean, come on! It's not like you aren't immortal or something...you couldn't stay faithful for a lousy human lifespan? You make me so...ugh." he yelled hysterically, trying to focus his blurry vision on the shocked Captain's face.
"Oh, Ianto...come on...it's not that bad, is it?" Jack ventured carefully. He'd dealt with many things in his considerable lifetime, but a drunk Ianto was covering new ground.
"Aargh! See? My point exactly...you don't even care about...my thoughts...feelings! What's the other one? Oh...yeah...opinions! You don't even care that you're hurting me! I hate you!" he screamed, in anguish.
"Okay, okay. Calm down, Ianto. Breathe." Jack said, trying to calm down his smashed husband. "I love you! I won't ever not think of loving you! What do you peg me for...some kind of Casanova?"
"Oh, sure...you'll love me eternally. Right...I forget..." said Ianto. Even blindly drunk he could still pull off sarcasm. He made a kind of angry noise and went to punch Jack, but was so drunk all he managed was a half-hearted throw of his fist, before he passed out.
Jack caught him in his arms.
Kissing his head gently he thought of all the things he could do to make it up to him. None of them seemed to quite fit for the torment Ianto obviously felt.
"Come on, my love. Let's put you to bed." he said softly, picking up Ianto and carrying him upstairs like a sleeping child.
The next morning...
Ianto woke up.
The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt. Considerably, in fact.
The next thing he noticed was that he was wearing some pyjamas. And was in bed. With Jack's warm, comforting arms wrapped around him. He was about to go back to sleep and enjoy the moment when he remembered that he was angry at Jack.
He opened his eyes fully to find Jack watching his face with an unreadable expression. And that was saying something, as Ianto knew all of his faces...from the "I want some ice-cream!" face, to the "I want...you!" face.
He glared daggers at Jack, who looked apologetic. He stroked Ianto's cheek with his thumb.
"I'm...so...so...sorry, Ianto. I really mean it. I'm so, so, so sorry, my love."
Ianto looked at his face, and into his intensely blue eyes, and he suddenly didn't feel so angry any more.
"I forgive you, Jack." he smiled.
Jack pulled him close. "You made me feel guilty, Ianto. Nobody's ever made me feel guilty...ever. It made me realise how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. I don't want to lose you, cariad." he whispered into Ianto's ear.
Ianto smiled at his attempt to speak Welsh and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't think that's going to happen any time soon, Jack." he said, snuggling his head into Jack's shoulder.
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Thanks so much for reviewing! And reading. And thanks to AmberHarkness and Morvin Zhou the Weevil Queen for story help :D
