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Jack wasn't sure if he was angrier about the gun or the weevil. Ianto had left out the 'poofta' bit once he saw Jack's anger surfacing.
Jack strode over to the house and demanded Vic show him, and how many bullets he had.
Vic told him to stuff off and control his 'wife'. Told Jack that he thought this was a safe haven, not a bloody fish bowl and if they were going to be monitored they may as well have cameras in every room so the prison would be properly outfitted.
Jack went home and told Janet that she was very naughty and then went to Ianto and yelled for a bit about him snooping on the new people.
Ianto didn't say a word, just let him rant. Then he reached out and calmly slapped Jack across the face, then leaned back to the prior stance.
"What the fuck was that for!"
"Being a divvy!"
Jack gaped.
"Fay asked me to fix the clothes line and we were doing grand, I had left and was walking past when I heard a scream and ran out back to find Janet. He came out with the gun. That's it" Ianto said calmly.
"But I thought you didn't like them" Jack frowned.
"I thought you wanted me to try harder" Ianto shot back, "You know what? Go fuck yourself sir!"
Ianto pushed past him and Jack grabbed for him.
"Sorry" Jack said and Ianto huffed. "Ianto, I don't understand."
"Doesn't always fix things Jack" Ianto pushed him away, "I am trying hard, but when the shit hits the fan … it's on you. OK? I will not be the one …."
"Ianto?" Jack asked as he watched Ianto go still. Ianto was listening with his head cocked and he suddenly jumped.
"He's hitting her" Ianto gasped, then he ran for the house.
Jack followed and as Ianto effortlessly crashed through the front door, Jack caught the tell-tale noise of flesh in flesh.
By the time Jack caught up, Ianto had the man by the throat as he snarled in to his face.
No glasses. No mask.
Vic was meeting the real Ianto and his bladder was the first to surrender.
"Are you OK?" Jack asked as he helped Fay to her feet.
"He didn't mean it" she said, "It was my fault. I started the argument."
"If you like fighting, I'm right here" Ianto said as he placed Vic down onto his feet. "You ever strike her again and I will bite your fucking hand off."
Ianto's fangs were visible and Vic squeaked with fear.
"You wanted to know why I am treated differently," Ianto told him, "now you know. I am weird, like you said. You called me strange, well in this world everything is different."
Ianto shook him a wee bit and snarled, "Still wanna take on this poofta?"
Jack listened with growing alarm. He hadn't been listening and perhaps he should have.
"Vic. My partner is right" Jack joined the conversation, "You need to seriously think about your actions here. Your family is welcome. You however, have yet to show your worth in this community. Ianto, love, please let him go."
Ianto turned and looked at Jack, then released Vic and stepped back.
"What the fuck are you?" Vic whispered.
"Someone even a Z can't kill" Ianto finally snapped.
"Ianto!"
"Oh, don't worry" Ianto snorted, "I'm going. They're all yours."
"Ianto"
"But be warned, he knows we're queer!"
Ianto stalked from the house and into the street.
"What happened" Ifan asked, "You tore in there like a mad thing."
"Yeah," Ianto laughed sarcastically, "That's me Poppy. A mad thing. At least I don't hit my partner. At least I'm not a bloody bigot."
"What do you mean?" Ifan bristled.
"Nothing" Ianto huffed, "Nothing at all. Hope they enjoy their stay here in fucking paradise."
Ianto walked away and Ifan waited until Jack left the house and walked over to him.
"What does the boy mean?" Ifan demanded, "Is that prick hitting his wife?"
"Not anymore" Jack sighed.
"And the bigot remark?"
"That one was new to me" Jack sighed, "Ianto didn't tell me there was a problem there."
"Didn't he?"
Jack looked at Ifan and wondered just how stupid he had been.