10. 7.30pm Day One

Ianto would have liked a shower but the cast…he settled for a good wash down and headed into the room with his name written on a post-it attached to the door.

He found Jack folding back the comforter to a large old fashioned bed, turning as he heard Ianto limping in and moving to one side. The deep red and gold material seemed decadent, almost crass given their present predicament but for some reason it seemed fitting that they had this room. The curved head and foot of the bed was a dark redwood with cushions thrown haphazardly on the floor.

Ianto made a mental note to make sure they were picked up. Didn't want to be rude to their unsuspecting hosts who might still be alive and trying to get home, right?

He was still full, tired and bloody angry. He didn't know why but a desire to scream was bubbling up, the gentle kiss from Jack before he stepped away cut it off like a switch, taking the buzzing in his head away too.

Jack examined the cut above his eyebrow, now looking a lot better and he smiled as he saw Owen's neat work. Might not even scar.

"I found some PJs and a robe, I know you like to be covered" Jack said nervously, "Also…socks. Their gift shop does not skimp."

Ianto saw some red and cream tartan PJs neatly laid out and a pair of soft woolly socks. Despite the end of the world, Jack remembers his cold feet. Well. How the fuck was that going to work with a fucking cast Owen? Huh?

"Well, I can wear one at least" Ianto griped and Jack grinned at the sullen pout as Ianto reached for the PJs. He knew Ianto was still angry about the cast and he wondered if he could MacGyver something for the cast toes. He would search the place tomorrow. Gotta be a craft room, sewing machine? Needle and thread?

Ianto noted only one side was turned down "Where are you sleeping?"

"Well…"

"Don't be stupid" Ianto sighed, "You know I won't sleep much either. Maybe together we can find some black beyond the static."

"Your sister…"

"Is a big girl, or haven't ya noticed" Ianto smiled as he let the towel drop and Jack helped him wrestle the PJ bottoms over the cast.

"Jack, I know…I mean." Ianto was floundering and Jack tried to understand why, "I'm so tired and I…"

"Oh baby" Jack sighed, "It's OK. I don't need sex either right now. Just cuddles yeah?"

Ianto slumped with relief, "It's not that I don't' want to it's just…I would rather enjoy it."

"I know" Jack grinned, "Me too. Maybe tomorrow will be better. After all, we are still here, right?"

"A sleigh bed" Ianto said as he let Jack tuck the covers back over him, "I always wanted to sleep in one."

"Yeah?" Jack said softly, "I once slept in a real sleigh. Cold in Alaska, I had two sled dogs tucked in with me though."

"Hmmmm" Ianto made a noise that showed he was too tired to talk anymore and Jack hurried to get undressed. After thinking for a moment he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, not wanting Ianto to think he had changed his mind and then he slid into the other side of the bed.

They lay there in the dark, listening to the wind whistle around the eves. They both knew the radiation was whistling as well, brought by the wind. When the soft patter of rain started it was almost a relief.

"Tosh was spot on" Jack sighed softly, "The rain from Cardiff has travelled with the wind. That means the radiation is already being leached away."

"The water table?" Ianto asked softly.

"Owen will check it Tiger" Jack assured him, "Try to get some sleep. We can't change the fallout with worry. Just knowing the ash will not reach this far as the rain has forced it down into Cardiff and the surrounding area is enough to hold onto now, right?"

"Yeah."

They lay there a bit longer. Then, "Jack?"

"Yes love."

"Did we do enough?" Ianto whispered, "I mean. Babies in here, ya know? Is there enough or them? Are we doing enough?"

"Hey, you'll go mad" Jack scolded as he reached out and pulled Ianto into his arms finally, "Stop thinking. Stop. If it's not enough we will do more, better. Tomorrow with clear heads when we can logically look at the problems and solve them."

"OK" Ianto yawned, rubbing against Jack in a non-sexual way that was a gentle rock Jack knew was his comfort rocking. Jack rubbed his back and started to sing softly until the rocking stopped and the breathing of his armful of sweetness deepened. Evened out. Settled.

Then.

Finally.

Jack slept too.

-END DAY ONE-