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The trucks were rumbling into the village as the security kept a vigil with the Dome down. Jack felt strange watching the large Red Viking hanging off the back of one, all he needed was a bloody kilt or something. Gods. Best not say that out loud or he might get one just to piss him off. Seemed to like needling him.
Allison was someone Jack had met briefly at times. She was a strong woman who seemed to run things much as Nainny had here and now Francine did. She was beautiful in a handsome way, not just pretty. That longevity sort of beauty. Good cheekbones that ensured she would always be a looker with little regard for her long pale reddish gold locks pulled back in a loose ponytail. She looked like she should be in a Mad Max movie or maybe Sarah Connor from the Terminator series. She was strong in body as well as mind, her quick thinking as she moved her truck into position then slid out to motion for the second one showed she was confident in telling others what to do.
Kris fell from the tank he was hanging from, grinning at Jack and flicking the wild hair back from his face as he knew dammed well he was annoying him. He had no idea why Jack didn't like him but found it oddly amusing as it was such a rarity to find someone who was rubbed the wrong way.
The first thing he saw upon his feet touching the ground were the twins. Two little heathens running for him with wide eyes and the most amazingly beautiful auburn hair that was to their shoulders, both male and female looking like they should be in a medieval camp with little armour on or something.
"What did ya find there Kay?" Allison called out, turning to see them and gasping "Oh my lord! Reds!"
"Beautiful, gorgeous reds!" he boomed back as he gathered them into his arm with wonder "Our plan to take over the world is growing day by day lovely ones!"
"We are the Twins" they said in unison and he gushed even more as he looked up at her. His gorgeous mate who he hoped might give him one of these sooner or later.
"My and who do you belong to?" she asked as she knelt to drink them in like a cold glass … or two … of fine wine.
"We are of here" they said, the same melodic mixed voice and she looked at him with a more reserved look now, that was slightly unnerving the way they do that.
"And what are you up to?" Jack asked, joining them and smiling down "Where are your siblings?"
"They are all with the puppies Daddy" they intoned.
"Daddy! Christ man, are these yours?" Kris felt a slight thawing towards this man if he made such lovely kids. Billy. Hope. Sweet Dean. Now these?
"There are more of us" they said and now his was feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up as they spoke out loud to his unspoken question "Billy. Hope. Rosie. Dean. Us. Pip. And …another."
"God! Seven? You have seven kids?" Kris rose to turn to face Jack and saw a handsome woman walking towards them, her dark hair falling in soft waves about her face and he saw the same eyes as the man he was talking to in her face. A sister?
"Dad, did you see the fences when you came in? Fen says we need a patch-up there and Rhys has the sniffles again. This man-flu is a killer this season."
Jack turned to Alice and smiled "Yes poppet. We will sort that later, gotta get these down below for the Bon."
"Hello" Alice turned to the man who stood gaping, "I'm Alice. His daughter."
"Well .. I am …"
"KRISTOFER!" Ianto yelled from the doorway of the Big House, the Great Coat wrapped around him like he was cold was still being buttoned as Ianto stared out "HOLY SHIT! YOU BLOODY VIKING!"
Kris gaped as he finally saw that the man who they spoke of back at the Outpost called Ianto had clearly been the one the name had put in his heart every time. He had thought it a coincidence. Had never seen him, their paths not crossing until now "Ianto? Ianto Jones? Are you shitting me? Oh my god, Toto!"
Jack watched the man run, large lumbering strides to seize Ianto and lift him up in a hug. Jack immediately reached for his Webley as a little hand stayed the thought, Tum shaking her head to remind him this was not a challenge, rather a friend coming home.
They were both talking at once, Ianto's hands grasping Kris' face as they laughed and then came the slam of foreheads together that made Jack wince. Wait. The Viking. Ah! Ianto spoke of one, a man in ….right. T1. Of course. He was T1, in research. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.
"Bad word" Burn muttered "Bad Dadda"
"Sorry bubba … I just…"
"Jealous?" two faces loked up at him "really? Come on. Do you think Tadda would be with him when he can be with us? Don't be silly. The reason he felt strange and wrong was because you knew he was from T1 just didn't remember. The voice the back of your mind was telling you he was from a bad place. Now you know. Not all bad, not if Taddy likes him"
"Fair point" Jack sighed as he saw that he had little choice here.
Allison slapped his shoulder hard enough for him to yelp as she strode past and called over her shoulder "Come on Captain. I'm famished!"
Well …OK.
Maybe he DID like her a little.