The Tenant Chapter 10
Ianto got up at 5.30am the next morning. He showered, put on track bottoms, a short sleeved top and his trainers and jogged to work, the adrenaline rush spurring him on. As he ran down Lloyd George Avenue, he watched as the silver Water Tower got closer with every step. Once he reached the tourist office, he sat on the bench outside to get his breath back.
From around the side, Scott Pearce appeared.
"Hello, Ianto."
Ianto stood up and faced him. "What do you want? The police are looking for you."
"Mmm, I know. I tried your door," he dangled the keys in front of Ianto, before tossing them into the Bay. "You changed your lock. Naughty. Guess we'll just have to finish it here." He leered at Ianto. Distaste plain to see on his face.
Taking a step forward, Pearce threw a punch at Ianto's face, but missed. Ianto ducked and moved sideways.
"You don't scare me anymore. Give it your best shot, arsehole!" Ianto grinned.
"Why you…."
Pearce tried to grab Ianto but he was too quick, kicking Pearce in the back of the calf.
"Learnt a few moves have we? I boxed for the Police, remember?"
Ianto ignored him, preferring to concentrate on what he was going to do next.
Pearce looked around them. "Don't think the caped crusader and the skinny guy are gonna save you this morning. A bit too early for them, I'd say," taunted Pearce.
"I don't need them. I'm more than ready for you."
"You think?"
Pearce tried to get behind the young Welshman, but Ianto was watching him carefully.
They danced around each other until Ianto landed a blow to Pearce's chin, knocking him against the tourist office door. Pearce wiped the blood away fro his split lip.
"You're gonna pay for that."
Ianto just kept on grinning. He was actually enjoying this, if the truth were known. He knew that Jack was inside the Hub and all he had to do was get inside and raise the alarm, but he wanted to do this himself. Needed to do this himself.
Pearce tried to land a blow to Ianto's temple, but only managed to hit his shoulder, but it was enough to spin Ianto round. The older man laughed.
As Pearce looked away, Ianto saw his chance. Putting all his power into his right hand, he hit him in the right temple, knocking him to the ground. Straddling his shoulders, like he had him that night, Ianto began hitting him in the face.
The door to the tourist office flew open and Jack came out. He pulled Ianto off Pearce.
"Hey, hey. That's enough."
He helped Ianto to his feet.
"You were watching?"
Jack nodded. "The police are on their way."
Ianto heard the siren in the distance.
"I though you could take him, so I left you to it. But I was just the other side of the door." Jack smiled. "Well done, Yan." He hugged the younger man.
"All that running paid off. I wasn't expecting to strike here though." Ianto smiled, putting his arms around his Captain.
Two police officer came along the boardwalk.
"Scott Pearce. I think you're looking or him." Jack told them.
Lifting Pearce to his feet, they handcuffed him and took his away to the police car.
Jack and Ianto went inside and Ianto got changed into his suit, meeting Jack in his office.
"I'm really proud of you."
"Thanks, that means a lot."
They made eye contact then Ianto looked away. "I better go start the coffee. I expect your ready for one right now."
Ianto saw the glint in Jack's eye.
"Coffee, Jack. Get your mind out of the gutter."
Jack began to laugh. Ianto could hear him as he walked down to the kitchen. He shook his head fondly.