Sorry for not ubdating sooner I had kind of a writer block. This is a small chapter. But I hope you'll like it anyway.

Chapter 10 : Crashing to the floor.

" Ianto, I can't find it! "

"Find what Jack ?"

"You know this paper with the programme for the week !"

"You mean for the promotional trip ?"

"Yeah.. Where is it ? Gwen is gonna kill me."

"How would I know ? I swear Jack if you were a bit more organise she wouldn't have to photocopy 5 copies each time she needs to give you documents"

"Yeah mummy well.. I don't need a lecture now. I need your help to find it"

Jack had completely moved in Ianto's flat a couple of weeks ago. They were supposed to get a bigger place but Jack had been working a lot on Fiona's TV Show now named Blackout. They needed to be both there in order to choose the perfect flat Ianto had said. So they now had to wait.

In the end the cohabitation was quite easy. Of course at first Ianto had been a bit... Overwhelmed with Jack's being in his place but being able to go to sleep and wake up in his arms every single day really made it up. Really it was awesome... apart from Jack's messiness of course. That was quite annoying. He was always letting things laying around and then complaining because he couldn't find them anymore, like right now.

Jack was supposed to leave tonight on a promotional trip with the main crew of Blackout for a week. Flying to different cities in Britain and attending to several conventions and press conferences. He had been packing all day with Ianto's help.

Ianto got out of the bathroom, still drying his hair with a soft towel. Since Jack was already rummaging through the lounge he went to the bedside table. He soon got his hand on the so wanted paper.

"You know sometimes I really wonder how do I put up with you and all your mess. I mean, I know you thing that I have an OCD, which I don't by the way, but you're just so messy I wonder how you managed before you had me." Ianto chuckled as he waved Jack's paper. He dropped it in the open suitcase on the bed. He turned around and froze. He gulped awkwardly as he saw Jack holding a flight ticket and the confirmation of his reservation in a Hotel in New-York by his desk.

"Care to explain why you've got a one-way ticket for New York and the confirmation of the reservation for an indeterminate duration of a suite in one of the most expensive Hotel of New-York ?" Jack said in a cold voice.

"Jack it's not what it looks like" Ianto protested softly, trying to get closer to Jack. But he stepped back.

"Oh yeah ? Because to me it really looks like you're planning on flying to America tomorrow to do God knows what and you didn't even think of telling me. But maybe I am mistaken." Jack snapped, throwing the papers at Ianto's chest and walking past him to the bed.

"Listen Jack I wanted to tell you..."

"Then why didn't you ?" Jack cut him off.

"Maybe because you didn't even let me ! All you've been doing this past weeks is talking about your bloody futur TV show. I tried okay ! I did but you were so excited about your own carrier that you didn't even ask what Gwen and I had been up to" Ianto snapped back.

"Oh so this is my fault now ! You've been hiding things from me but this is my bloody fault." Jack barked out a dark laugh, he closed angrily his suit case. "How long have you been planning this ?" He continued.

"Jack..."

"HOW. LONG ?!"

"Since the day you signed your contract with Fiona" Ianto replied looking down.

"So let me get this straight : basically you're telling me that in three months... Three months you've never find a moment to tell me that you're running off to New York"

" I'm not running off to New York it's..." Again Jack cut him off.

"So tell me Ianto, tell me what it is ! That night I asked you to live with me so we could be together everyday, you said yes, were you lying to ?! You had already planned to leave so why did you bother to make me think you wanted to be with me ?!"

" BECAUSE I WANTED TO ! I still do. Jack it's only for a few months, three up to the hilt. It's for my job, it's important" Ianto protested strongly.

"Yeah ... And here I thought being together was important too. We had plans Ianto, and you're screwing them up !"

" I'm screwing them up ?! You actually using that against me ?! All the plans we had made before you settle in Cardiff, all the times we were supposed to see each other or spend the weekends together but you wanted to go to some conventions because "you love your fans and wouldn't be there without them". I've never once complained ! Each time you stood me up I accepted it because I knew it was important to you ! So don't you dare Jack Harkness, don't you fucking dare saying that I'm ruining our plans when I'm the one who made all the efforts. I'm not like you Jack ! I can't afford spitting on an opportunity like that ! I've worked so hard you can't possibly know so don't you dare trying to make me feel guilty, because you're the one screwing things for me now ! This was supposed to be a good thing." Ianto yelled. He had stepped a lot closer to Jack during his monologue and was now standing inches away from his face.

"You're the only one who made effort ? I gave up my flat in London to come leave here. I barely see Myfanwy anymore because dogs aren't allowed in your bloody building ! And I'm ruining your career now ?! Well maybe I should leave you to your oh so successful career and amazing news" Jack replied his voice full of venom.

"You bastard" Ianto muttered before sending his fist in Jack's jaw.

Jack stumbled with the force of the blow. Wide eyed, he put his finger on his now split and bleeding lower lip. Silence settled between the two men, the only sound in the room was Ianto heavy breathing, in and out, in and out. Without another word Jack grabbed his bag, his suitcase and his jacket. He left the flat without a glance at Ianto and slammed the door with all the strength he had.

Ianto ran a hand through his hair not really realising what had just happened.

"FUCK !" He yelled sending flying and crashing to the floor everything he had on his desk, breaking his lamp. Tears running down his face.

So ? Shed any tears ? Not yet ?