Summary: Hello all. This time I have kept my word and am now giving you a weekend update on this fic. Aren't you happy that you got three updates this week instead of your usual two or one. I really am on fire. I should probably stop gloating, wouldn't want my ego to grow any more than it already has. Anyways I just want to thank everyone who let a review, favorited, and are now following this fic, it makes me really happy to know that there are people out there who enjoy what I put out. You guys are so awesome. Now enough of that, go read. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own this show because if I did Torchwood would have never killed off Ianto or come to America. Just saying.
Author's Note: When I first started writing this story I had a beta but like all my other beta's for my long fics they suddenly stopped so while this chapter was beta'd by (I forgot who) the next chapter is all me. So I guess that means all mistakes are mine, you know, after this chapter.
Running From The Past To Embrace The Future
Chapter Eight
True to his word Jack came back to Ianto's flat, Chinese food in hand, and let himself in with his key. Walking inside he immediately noticed a lump lying on the sofa underneath a red and black duvet. Upon further inspection Jack realized that Ianto was sleeping soundly underneath it.
Placing the food on the coffee table, he crouched down next to Ianto's head and pressed a kiss against Ianto's forehead. Ianto stirred for a moment but didn't wake up so Jack gave him another kiss. This time on the lips.
"Hey sleepyhead," smiled Jack when Ianto stirred again and opened one eye.
Slowly Ianto opened both eyes before trying to sit up. "Jack...what time is it," he asked, hissing as he was hit by a wave of pain.
Jack was immediately at his side, helping him get into a more comfortable position while avoiding more pain. "Quarter to eight," he answered when he finished helping Ianto sit up.
Ianto frowned. "I've been out for a while haven't I."
"Yeah. I guess those pills Owen gave you pack more of punch than you thought."
"Well the rest was welcomed I'll tell you that much," smirked Ianto. "I smell Chinese." Eyes darting towards the table proved his theory.
"I brought dinner just like you asked."
Ianto smiled softly. "Great because I am starving,"
Jack smiled back as he grabbed the food cartons and handing one to Ianto, along with a fork. "Beef and broccoli for you and Chinese chicken for me."
"Thank you," grinned Ianto gratefully before taking a bite. He chewed slowly but stopped completely when he noticed Jack wasn't eating but instead looking at him. Swallowing slowly, he reached over and grabbed Jack's hand, squeezing it. "Thank you so much for looking after me."
Jack leaned over and gave Ianto a quick peck on the lips. "Well if I don't look after you who will," he replied with a smirk and wink.
Ianto found himself blushing from Jack's words and started to eat again in silence. From time to time the pair would glance over at each other but quickly turn their gaze away and back to their food.
Finally, when their stomachs were filled to capacity, Jack gathered the left over food and placed it in the microwave.
"Are you still sore?" he asked as he made his way back over to the sofa. "Do you need another pill?"
"No," Ianto replied, shaking his head. "I'm fine. Besides as we've learned I have a very low tolerance for drugs and I don't want to fall asleep again."
"Okay, then what do you want to do."
This time Ianto shrugged. "I don't know," he answered finally. "We could watch some television or something if you don't have to get back to the Hub to relieve anyone."
"I have my rift monitor on me in case something happens and as for the team I gave them the night off."
"Why?"
"It's been a long day for everyone so I decided they should go home and unwind," stated Jack. "Especially Tosh who sat at the computer for three hours straight without moving. She's determined to find out why what happened today happened."
"Most likely it was a glitch in the system," Ianto suggested, frowning. "Possibly a power overload."
"Those are all good theories but theories aren't good enough for Tosh. She was really scared for you. We all were."
Ianto gave Jack a smile. "Well as you can see I'm fine. Besides, I've been through worse than a couple of weevil scratches."
"They're more like gashes but whatever; as long as you're okay that's all that matters."
"I am."
"Good but I have one question. Where did you learn to shoot like that?" asked Jack.
"Excuse me."
"The shots you put in the weevil were close range and were nearly perfect. I thought you were just an archivist."
"I was," Ianto answered. "But if you read my file then you would know that I have had field and gun training. It was mandatory at Torchwood One."
A light blush crept upon Jack's face as he looked down slightly embarrassed. "I did read your file...just not all of it," he admitted softly.
With a raised eyebrow Ianto smirked. "Of course you didn't."
"But I promise to do that first thing tomorrow morning. While I wait for that to come why don't you tell me some things about yourself."
"Why?" he asked.
Jack shrugged and smiled. "I just want to know more about you that's all, aside the things I read in your file."
He thought about Jack's question for a moment then returned the smile. "Alright," he replied, grinning. "But only if you promise you'll do the same for me one day."
The smile on Jack's face grew wider. Leaning forward, Jack took Ianto's hand into his own and kissed it. "I have a feeling Ianto Jones that I'm going to tell you everything about myself sooner than you think," he whispered honestly.
"I'll hold you to it," Ianto smiled as he leaned forward and kissed Jack softly on the lips. "So, where should we start?" he asked pulling away.
"Let's start with your family. I did read that you had a sister in your file but your parents were deceased. May I ask how?"
"My mum died of cancer when I was thirteen."
"And your father."
"Heart attack when I was seventeen."
Jack squeezed Ianto's hand softly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Ianto smiled faintly. "It's been a long time since they'd passed and I've come to terms with it."
"Still, must have been to lose both parents in such a short period of time."
"I guess it was. Losing my mother was harder for me to handle something I think than my father."
"Why is that?"
"When I was younger my father pushed me hard. Sometimes to hard. It got worse after my mum died and I never understood why. I thought he hated me because I reminded me so much of her and he really wanted nothing to do with me. I took it, letting him berate me at every turn until I finally snapped one day and did the one thing I could. I rebelled.
"By shoplifting," teased Jack causing Ianto to blush.
"That and among other things," whispered Ianto ashamed. "Things I'm not proud of."
Jack noticed the look in Ianto's eyes and reached out to cup his chin. "Hey," he replied lovingly. "We've all done things we aren't proud of. Trust me."
"I know but besides the shoplifting I let my grades slip but not turning in work assignments and sometimes, not even going to school at all. It didn't stop the fighting, just made it worse turning from emotional abuse to physical a few times. But by that time I didn't care about my life or his.
"Oh my...Ianto-"
"I told you Jack, I'm over it," repeated Ianto, smiling as he said it. "My dad and I actually started working on fixing our relationship a couple of months after my seventeenth birthday. Sadly he died a few months after that but thankfully some of the damage was repaired. He died knowing that I'd forgiven him." He paused momentarily, a sad smile creeping upon his face at the thought of his deceased parents. It had been hard losing them at a young age and he sometimes wondered if his life would be different if they had lived. Looking back at Jack, Ianto shook the thoughts out of his head and smiled once more. "Then," continued Ianto. "After he did I went to Uni but only for a year after deciding school wasn't for me. Got myself a few jobs that got me by but didn't completely satisfy me."
"Then how did you get a job working for Torchwood London," asked Jack intriguingly.
Ianto chuckled. "Would you believe me if I said job fair because that's how it happened. Their booth was masquerading as a small brokerage firm looking for an office manager's assistant."
"And let me guess, they made you take a test."
"Yep but not an ordinary test," grinned Ianto excitedly. "A test within a test which I passed. I got a call the very next day asking me to come in for an interview. I took another test and that's when they discovered that I had an edict memory and an IQ of 150."
Jack pulled back surprised. "Are you serious?"
Ianto scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Jack did you even read my file?"
Jack looked down embarrassed. He couldn't believe there was so much about Ianto he hadn't known but would have if only he read the younger man's file throughly. "Okay...so maybe I skimmed over your file but I didn't need to read all of it to know that I wanted you for the job," replied Jack quickly. "If it's any consolation I read your school file and it stated that you were an able student."
"Because that's how I perceived myself. I told you, I rebelled."
"By letting your grades slip on purposed."
"Yep," smirked Ianto. "I always found school to be easy and boring. It was never challenging enough for me."
Jack gave Ianto a smirk of his own. "I can see why."
"Same with Uni. I would finish all my assignments ahead of time but that left me sitting in the back of the classroom bored and unfocused. So, I dropped out and got a job working as a barrista."
"Explains your coffee making skills."
Ianto leaned closer into Jack and grinned mischievously. "I have quite a few skills Jack and if you're good you might just get to learn them all," he all but purred.
Jack could feel his body start to tingle and quickly had to remind himself that Ianto was in no condition to do anything strenuous. So, taking a deep breath, he grabbed Ianto's hand and lifted him up off the sofa. Pulling Ianto closer, he placed a small chaste kiss on Ianto's cheek.
Ianto was startled. "Jack-"
"I'll hold you to that but for now you need your rest," he chuckled softly. "Owen would have my head if I did anything to mess up his handiwork," Jack replied, pointing at Ianto's chest. "So off to bed with you.
Ianto found himself pouting playfully. "Aww, do I have to?"
Jack chuckled once more. "Yes you do. Don't worry, I'll help you get changed and tuck you in."
"Will you read me a bed time story too."
"Only if you behave."
It was Ianto's turn to laugh as he rested his head on Jack's shoulder. He slowly started to lead Jack to his bedroom, a place no one had ever been except for himself. "Stay with me, just till I fall asleep?" asked Ianto, stopping abruptly a few steps from the doorway.
"As if I was going anywhere tonight."
Ianto back story and Janto fluff. Did you like it. No, it was nothing like they gave us on the show because they hardly gave us any. It took three seasons to find out that Ianto's dad wasn't a tailor and he had a sister before he was killed off. As for the back story about Ianto being super smart in my mind he was, especially with the 'I know everything' line he would constantly give us. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what it would have been like it he was a companion of the Doctor's. Two men who were practically geniuses together traveling the world. That would have been awesome. Anyways that's enough of that. Until next time which I hope will be sooner rather than later,
Life is what you make it so make it worth while,
LadyCizzle
