12
A leak.
The wind had whipped up and the storm was slamming into the side of the Lake House, Ianto horrified as he heard that faint … plink.
Ianto had been reading, Jack asleep along with Hawk upstairs in the big bed leaving Ianto down in the living area.
He heard it.
He placed the book down and canted his head wondering what that was?
Plink.
Ianto rose and walked to the middle of the house, canting his head.
Plink.
Oh no. It was, wasn't it? Ianto walked slowly to one side and listened.
Plink.
"Goddamn it" he muttered as he stalked around the house trying to pinpoint it.
Plink.
"Fuck."
Plink.
OK, now he was getting agitated as he imagined it in one of the cupboards dripping on the food. He cheeked with vigour, getting a char and cheeking Jack was still asleep before clambering upon it to listen closer to the ceiling some more. Then he realized how stupid that was.
I mean… seriously. A two story house.
He walked to the lake end of the house where the large upstairs deck covered part of the downstairs roof now confident the leak had to be in this area.
Plink.
Ianto walked a slow march… listening and checking the floor for water.
Plink.
He sighed and looked up as he retraced his steps.
Plink.
OK, now it was getting serious. Ianto went to the coup board under the stairs and re-emerged with newspapers. He then started to lay them on the floor with a feeling of smugness. He will soon know where that fucker is. He will not be beaten by…
Plink.
"For the love of… fucking massage gel!" Ianto checked the paper but… er. Nothing?
Now Ianto was beyond pissed, now sure it was in a wall. Great. They will have to pull down drywall … maybe rewire…
Plink.
Ianto then had a weird, random thought and he wandered upstairs to where the two leading men in his life were asleep on the bed and he stood staring at them. Something was not white right. Something….
Jill walked past him with a swish of her dreadlocks, placing the drolly ball on the edge of the bed. Hawk's hand reached out for the ball and threw it at the glass walled window.
Plink.
Ianto didn't know if he should laugh or cry, the last hour or so spent searching for… his son?
Little shit. Happy to remain trapped in his Daddy's loving embrace as Jack snored softly into his little back, Hawk and the dog had been entertaining one another. Ianto could not believe it. The only drip here was him!
Ianto went back to his book.
Plink.