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The meltdown had started and Ianto calmly stepped away to allow his child room for 'self expression' as he left him lying on the soft rug by the large glass door that overlooked the patio and lake beyond.
Jack was horrified, still trying to work out what part horrified him the most. The woman he accosted. The bitch who had seized his little chocolate drop or the fact said little drop of sweetness was currently having a full blown tantrum, the likes not seen since the Babbit.
No… scratch that. Jack has NEVER seen a child do this, even Maisey seemed better controlled in a meltdown phase than this. Ianto had warned that sooner or later it could come. A child with a clever mind is sooner or later overwhelmed.
Hawk was alternating between pulling at his clothing and getting more tangled up as he screamed and roared, and threw his head back to slam repeatedly against the floor.
"He's going to hurt himself" Jack said with concern.
"Once" Ianto replied calmly "He will only hurt himself the once, then find another way to do it without pain."
"How can you be so calm" Jack asked over the din of roaring and drumming feet, slapping fists and head banging.
"Once he tires himself out and can't do anymore he will learn that sometimes we cannot control the world… why I am so calm" Ianto said without stopping his spoonful of sugar moving towards the cup. Ianto then poured the tea and stirred the cup thoughtfully, sliding the larger one at Jack before lifting his bone china to his lips and sipping the hot liquid. "Ahhhhh, that warms me up."
Hawk saw the way his Taddy was drinking like nothing was wrong, reaching for the bickie jar while talking about the evening meal's possible veggies and he narrowed his eyes as his screamed back, this time levering himself from his back to his hands and knees, Ianto glancing over in time to give shout of waning that had Jack turning to see the child swipe up Ianto's heavy clay bowl he kept his glasses and things in by his chair.
"Hawk! Don't…" Jack warned but the child had a look of madness to him as he drew back and fired the thing at the glass windows, the sound like a gun shot. Ringo immediately screamed with terror and ran for his life, slamming into the table leg and yelping with pain as he continued out to the laundry where he hid in a far corner crying with fear.
Jack stood looking at his son who was more than slightly shocked at the results as Ianto ran after the poor dog, the pitiful crying faint but still continuing as Ianto crooned and comforted it as best he could.
Poor thing was gun shy and his boy was a loaded weapon.
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For those of you who will say this is not Hawk… he is still a little boy, not yet a big school boy and everyone who has had a child will have to agree that sooner or later they crack. The interaction with the women he did not know that did not treat him like the ladies in the village do, then the confusion over the episode resulted in overload.
Sometimes when a child reaches capacity they need a reset or they go off. Hawn had just reached full capacity like a bloody bomb.
