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"What are you going to do?" Rhys asked softly and Jack shrugged.
"Jack?" Sean asked from the gate and Jack sighed.
"Nainny sent me to get a few things for Billy" Sean explained and Rhys frowned.
"What things" Rhys asked with open confusion, "Why isn't he here?"
"Well, things are … we just think it's best" Sean floundered.
Jack turned to Rhys, "Can you stay with Ianto?"
"Sure buddy" Rhys smiled.
As they walked down the hallway Sean fidgeted and Jack waited for whatever was to come. How bad could it be? The worst had already happened.
"Um, the blades. Did he have them?"
"No. Still here. He left in a hurry and forgot them" Jack huffed.
"Oh."
Jack opened the door to Billy's room and stepped aside to wave him in.
"Can I have them back?"
Huh?
"The blades. They are family property and I would like them back, so they stay in my family" Sean said slowly like he was talking to a small child.
"They were Ianto's" Jack said feeling like he had stepped into another dimension.
"They are really ours"
"They are really Billy's now" Jack finally started to wake up, "I will teach him how to wield them like his Taddy did when he is old enough, thanks."
"Well, actually" Sean winced, "I thought I would be doing that."
"Get out" Jack snarled.
Sean's eyes went wide as Jack's hand enclosed around his throat and he began to propel him back down the hall way.
"Get the fuck out of our house!"
"Stop it, you know this is for the best. You can't look after him. Look at you, you've lost it!" Sean tried to shake him off.
Jack continued to push until they exploded from the front door and Sean was thrown unceremoniously into the pathway.
"Bill is my son. MY son. When I am done grieving I will raise our son as Ianto would have wanted me to." Jack roared, "Who the fuck do you think you are to come into our home and tell me that I don't matter, that that we had doesn't matter."
"I never said that" Sean cried from the ground with horror.
"You fucking bastard, you even set foot in our house again and I will fucking kill you!" Jack bellowed, "You try and keep my son from me. You fucking try."
"Sean, get up" Ifan said from the footpath and Sean gingerly rose.
"He's my boy!" Jack yelled at them, "My Ianto's baby. You don't get to keep him. He's mine!"
Jack began to sob as he struggled to get back to his spot by the sofa, "All I have left of my beloved, all I have."
"Sean, come here" Ifan growled and Sean sheepishly crawled over and got to his feet.
"What the hell did you say to him to rile him like that?" Ifan demanded.
When Sean repeated it, Anna beat Ifan to slap her grandchild as hard as she could.
"How dare you. You bloody fool!" she cried.
"Nainny." Sean wailed.
"Get the fuck away from our porch, you make to much noise" Jack roared, "Ianto hates noise when he's sleeping! Ah, for the love of the gods."
"You, get home right now" Anna snarled, "I'll deal with you later."
"Sweetheart, we aren't taking Billy away." She crooned.
"It's OK Anna" Jack sniffed and she felt her heart sink at the use of her name instead of title.
Just when she thought her heart couldn't break any more than it already was, she watched as Jack stroked the quilt fabric and felt totally bereft.
"It will be OK" she promised and Jack snorted.
No such thing.