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Jack sent the message through and waited, it took less than two minutes for John to stand before him with a look of incredulity.
"I thought … I mean …. You forgive me? I threw you off a roof! Well, technically I was going to be blown up with that nice bit of …"
Jack shushed him and sat him down, then explained the whole mess. Well, as best he could.
John insisted on peeking.
John wanted to look closer and crept in.
John wanted to look at the baby, suckling as Ianto snoozed.
John wanted to taste the breast milk.
John was dragged away as Ianto stirred with Jack's hand over his mouth.
"Oh my Goddess!" John crowed, "He's gorgeous. Oh, come on Jax, we can have one each. I'll take that one, with the boobs!"
"John please" Jack sighed, "Focus for fucks sake!"
"For Fucks Sake" John repeated, I like that one. I'd do anything for the sake of a good fuck!"
"John. Your descendant is his husband. As is mine" Jack reminded him.
"So, you want me to take him back" John guessed.
"We need your VM and mine to track him through the timelines, we can triangulate the two VMs and trace my blood traces in the baby, as well as Ianto's." Jack pointed out, "Get it down to the second!"
"Ooooo, I love it when you go all .al on me" John shivered.
"John, please" Jack sighed.
"I love the way you say that too" John whispered as he slid closer and touched Jack's shoulder.
"One day, you and I will be husbands and share that man" Jack reminded him, "One day, we will rule worlds."
John stood and blinked as he processed and then he grinned.
"OK, what do you need?"
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It was a couple of hours and a lot of arguing before the two Time Agents got things sorted, Tosh helped, then gave up as John couldn't stop the lewd comments and Owen was about to smack him.
Gwen was way too excited about the prospect of helping and Jack sent her on a snipe hunt for some left handed baby clothes.
Finally Ianto stood in his benefactor's suit waiting to go back to his home, Theo strapped to him with a baby sling Tosh had provided and his Jack's coat which Theodore-Ianto had lovingly restored.
Ianto knew Jack would be gobsmacked by its resurrection and he would never again call it old again.
Ianto felt no fear as he slid his hand onto John Hart's wrist, looking into his eyes was looking into those of his husband. A loved man.
John saw the love that shone and swallowed hard.
This was more than he had thought and as he pressed the jump button, he reached out for the hand on his arm, wanting contact.
Light. Gold and flashes or flames and John felt a soft breeze.
They were moving through mist, soothing and cool.
This was not a VM jump.
Ianto kept the eye contact as they sped past stars and constellations, time and space. Then John felt earth beneath his feet. Solid ground.
They were there.
The candlelight flickered as they materialised in the hallway, John quickly stepping away from Ianto and raising his gun as he saw the figure that had just attacked the king standing there looking at the dead space Ianto had previously been standing in merely moments ago.
Three seconds had passed.
The roar outside the keep had John ducking and Ianto placed his hand on his arm to calm him as he pointed out the window.
John looked out and saw an eyeball looking back in as Myfanwy hunted for her beloved.
Ianto waved and grinned, getting a snort from the great beast.
The attacker turned and gasped at the duo standing behind him.
"Majesties?" he squeaked.
John snarled as he fired, the bullet hitting the man and tearing the side of his throat away.
The man fell, convulsing as he bled out and died, a gargling scream that died with him.
"Gotta go sweet cheeks" John whispered and Ianto stepped into his space, grasping the lapels of his coat and then kissing him.
"Farewell Captain Hart" he whispered, "For what it's worth, you have lovely bum cheeks too."
John laughed as he stepped back and blew a kiss, then winked away.
Ianto blinked and turned as Jack pounded towards him, the shot having echoed throughout the castle.
"Baby" he yelled, grabbing Ianto and hugging him with fear.
"It's OK," Ianto calmed him by pushing the baby into his arms, "We're OK. This man attacked me and I was injured."
John strode up in his night clothes, and kicked the man even though he was dead.
The force of the kick turned the body and Jack leaned over to see who had attacked his beloved.
"Who is it?" John demanded, not knowing the face.
"One of my men!" Jack said with horror, "Oh by the Gods, we were attacked from within."