11
Ianto strode into the library and froze.
The shelving had been moved around and everything was in chaos.
"Oh! Mr Harkness-Jones" Ebony had the brains to at least look sorry as Ianto looked around in shock. "You're back! I thought you were still enjoying your holiday."
Ianto blinked at then glared at her. He knew the memo sent around had told of a bereavement.
"What do you think?" she crowed as she stepped forward, "I thought it was time for a change. The children will have little pockets to hide in while studying now."
"And trying to organise the books into categories will be bloody impossible" Ianto growled. "Not to mention class study packs! They need to sit in a group."
"Um, well, yes. I am finding a wee bit of a problem with that, but I'm sure I'll sort it by the end of the day" she huffed.
"Well, we will see what Mr Malcom has to say about this!" Ianto snared as he swung to storm off to the Headmaster's office.
"Oh, I think you will find Bobby doesn't mind" she crowed after him.
Ianto slowed as he heard a familiarity in her voice and headed into the staff toilets instead. He went into one of the stalls and tried to calm his breathing. His head was splitting and he groaned as he rubbed at his forehead.
Once he was in control, he went to the office and was told that Ebony was a bright spark making sweeping changes that would benefit the whole school.
Ianto simmered as he stalked back to the library to find her on the phone.
"OK Bobby" she said as he hung up and grinned at Ianto with triumph.
Ianto went into the office and shut the door, then took in the changes in there.
He sat in the char and felt like he might explode, burst brains dripping all over the fucking walls.
He rang Jack.
Jack told him to stay put, he was coming and Ianto closed the blinds as he sank to the cool desk top, groaning as his head pounded.
A knock at the door had him grimacing as he raised his head and Mr Malcolm entered.
"Oh! This is different" he said way too loudly, "Do you think the monitor is safe that close to the window? Security always had it on the other desk."
"Ask your shining bloody star" Ianto growled, "She did this as well. Sweeping changes, aye?"
"Um" Mr Malcom squirmed and looked around at the mess, "Maybe she was a bit overly energetic this time. I'll have a…"
"Ianto" Jack interrupted from the doorway, "Come on darling. Let's get you out of this."
Jack strode into the room, his SWAT gear making his toned body look like something carved from marble as he leaned over to help Ianto to his feet.
"How bad is it sweetheart" Jack crooned softly.
"About an eight" Ianto whimpered, "God, I think I'm gonna hurl."
"Come on" Jack soothed, "Connor is waiting in the SWAT truck with the tinted windows. Can you walk to the carpark? Do you want to cover your eyes?"
"Jack, I…" Ianto waivered and Jack caught him with a soft curse, "Oh it hurts."
"Come on darling" Jack glared at Mr Malcolm as he pulled Ianto's jacket from the chair and placed it over his head, "I've got you. Just put one foot in front of the other, I've got you, baby."
As they walked around the desk Jack leaned into Mr Malcolm's face.
"This is not fucking over!"