8

"Come on Ianto" Tosh begged, "Please don't give up."

"Look, bar Uhura or Captain Kirk himself appearing in my bedroom buck naked covered in Tribbles I doubt very much these will ever get to see the light of day" Ianto sighed as he shoved another pair of sexy lace knickers into the box, "Thank the gods Rhiannon never found my little collection. All going to Oxfam. I give up."

"Captain Kirk?" she blinked, "Wait. A man? You were being serious about that?"

Ianto looked over at her as his hands found the string vest and he flicked that one back into the closet.

Walter's laugher had him smiling as he headed into the other room to cuddle his little man, after all this was all he needed right?

Ianto decided to give up. Something he hated to do and was not part of his DNA but for Walter, he needed to focus on the important stuff.

Who knows.

His birthday coming up, maybe the Gods would be kind and at least give him a sunny day.

Right?

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"Come on Jack" Gwen called out "We have another mugging downtown, fella's been shot apparently.

"Bang bang Partner" Jack drawled with a wink.

They drove like maniacs, always had and Jack glanced over at Gwen as he wondered how she was going to go with her new partner, the swap happening soon with his promotion. Not for the first time, Jack looked at her and wondered how things could have got to this point. Him, a bloody Adonis. Sex machine.

Not interested in the tail he was being offered left, right and centre.

Maybe Gwen was right, John was right and rat faced prick Owen was right. Maybe he needed to just let it happen. There were so many people in the world, surely there was one who could stand him for longer than a quick shag.

Right?

Jack sighed and knew he had to just give up and stop over thinking things. They don't make them like he wants, just isn't possible to get a complete package.

Not like one was gonna fall into his lap.

Right?

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Ianto sat on the gurney and blinked as he wondered to himself where all the cowboys had gone, John Wayne would not have stood for this shit.

"How long before we can talk to him?" An American? Here in Cardiff?

Ianto opened his eyes and looked over at the man talking to the doctor just outside the curtain. As someone opened the ER doors a breeze whistled in, causing the curtains to sway, and Ianto got a good look at the man waiting to question him.

Tall, maybe even taller than him. Dark hair, spiky and straight. Clean cut and well-polished. The old WWII greatcoat set him apart. His boots were big and Ianto wondered … Stop it!

That don't impress me much!

Honest!

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But of course we know it didn't end here at all. This was only the beginning and the gods finally managed to get the rhythm right.

And what a rhythm.

Hope you liked this little prequel … OK? Next is the new segment in Walter Verse called "Ianto's Babies" and yes...it starts tomorrow xxx