Chap 34
John was poring over the contents of the backpack. Ianto had extracted the photo packets from the mess and was quietly sifting through them as John hooted at another discovered flash drive.
Jack had been surprised when Ianto had waltzed into his office and upended the bag onto his desk, especially when John was there, but Ianto had just shrugged and let them all dive in.
The flash drives were to go to Tosh in case there were viruses on board. Also, Ianto knew she would delete anything Idris-related she came across before letting John have them back.
"Fuck!" Ianto exclaimed, sitting forward so the other packets fell to the ground as he gripped one with shock.
"Hon?" Jack looked up from the love letter he was smirking at and Ianto waved the pictures in his line of sight.
Jack hooted with laughter as he snatched the photos and rose from his seat.
"What is it Captain?" John asked, leaning over the desk to see. "FUCK!"
"That's a bad word, Uncle John," Walter declared as he entered the room. "I'm hungry, Taddy!"
Ianto hastily began to gather up the photos that had scattered when John tried to drag them from Jack's grip but he wasn't quite quick enough.
"Tadda? Is that Uncle Stinky?" Walter asked, pointing. "Why is he in a dress?"
John roared with laughter and slapped his leg as Ianto blushed. Jack tried to help but this led to the stack of photograph packs being knocked over.
"That man in a nappy looks like my teacher!" Walter pointed, and Ianto looked down with horror.
Walter's teacher, seventy-three-year-old Mr Endron in all his glory. A large cloth nappy bulged under his beer belly, which was reddened with hand prints visible on his skin.
Ianto snatched it up and shakily handed it to Jack, who tried to stifle his snorts of laughter.
"Good dress-up costume," Ianto tried a jovial tone and was rewarded when Walter nodded.
"He forgot a teddy though, I would have had a teddy too," Walter declared as he wandered back out of the room. "Crap costume really. He's not even bald."
The sound of the television filled the downstairs space and Ianto let loose peals of laughter as he leaned against John's chair.
Jack rose and scooped the pictures into a document file box. "Find them, hon?"
"Yep. God, I need to bleach my eyeballs now," Ianto shot over his shoulder as he went to feed the hungry child.
After he had left, John reached for the box again. "Just for er ... just research."
"You looking for those ones of the blonde bazooka then you are fresh out of luck, John," Jack advised as John dug in the box.
"Ah, fuck. Come on, Jack. Did you see the size of those tits? God, that dildo looked way too big, even for her," he whined, still digging.
"I told you, John. Fresh out of! Ianto palmed them before he left," Jack sung as he wondered how randy his man would be after lights out tonight.