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"Jack!" Animal was running, something that was alarming in itself and Jack paused as he got out of the SUV in the front parking area to the house. He watched the man come to a halt, panting with his hands waving. All Jack caught were 'the roses' and he was back in the SUV with Animal, racing for the village.
He found men outside the council chambers calmly digging up the rose bushes in the large front garden.
"What the hell are you doing!" he roared "Those are memorial bushes!"
"We want to put some camellias in, white ones to match the new blue theme" old mister Hayes said angrily, "It's none of your bloody business Harkness!"
"No? Most of these are Bets and Herb's offerings. You really think people want them gone?" Jack demanded and the old man bristled. "And it's Harkness-Jones you old prick!"
"I don't care what the fuck you want. They are not welcome and are going to the dump." He roared then paused and added "And so is that monstrosity you call a playground there in the middle of the fucking village. Eyesore!"
Jack was really insulted now "What? MY playground?"
Jack looked at the little toadstool furniture and the lovely things the children all loved, feeling more than slightly pissed.
Right.
"I will move them" he said in a low snarl, Animal stepping back as Jack swing to address the small crowd forming "I will take these roses and I will move the playground if it is SOOOO unwanted. Oh yes. I will sort this out toot-sweet."
Jarred came out of the doors and looked at the mess, paling as he said softly "Oh no. I thought you meant this side of the garden. Not the roses."
"It's OK Jarred" Jack said calmly, a soft smile "I said I will sort it all out. Move everything. No worries."
Jarred looked mollified as he nodded "good. Good, whatever you think Jack. I … I don't like the bad blood between us."
"There isn't any, Jarred … it's OK. I'm just doing what I can to make everyone happy" Jack smiled as he patted his arm "We'll move them right now."
Jack pulled back and called out to the men that they were to load the roses up for replanting on the lower edge of the mountain and Jarred frowned "Jack, I don't think …"
"Our mountain" Jack sing-songed with another soft pat of Jarred's arm "Remember? We own the entire block of land back there, mountain included. So … if I wanna plant roses on it … I will. Oh … and …ah …. I have not forgotten that fencing by-law."
Jarred was worried now, looking to his husband for help but Carl just shrugged and started to walk away.
He had warned him.
Ianto and Jack were oil and water.
Ianto might be fire … but Jack? Pure dynamite.
