17
"This is the day" Jack said calmly as he eyeballed the man who was nervously checking where the exit was.
"The day?"
"Yes. Don't play with me, no need. You know as well as I do we need this day and today is that day. Here and now, just you and me in this room. As long as it takes" Jack said calmly.
Ianto looked like he might bolt and then to Jack's immense relief he relaxed, leaning back against the kitchen bench to nod "Yeah. The moment we stepped in here and you told Owen to take the dog out back… I knew then what you brought me here for. I thought it would be less… empty. Maybe the pretense of a sofa or something, not these bare walls. If so… why didn't you place don plastic?"
"First of all, I am not Dexter and do not make kill rooms… secondly I am not here to kill you, I want to live with you" Jack rolled his eyes "don't' be so dramatic."
"Dramatic?"
"Ianto! I threatened to kill you, knocked you up, made you run away for three years THREE… ok… almost four….. come on stop laughing at me, I am trying to be serous here!" Jack frowned as Ianto waved a hand.
"Owen Mark II shit on the lawn…. Owen Mark I rolled in to while playing with him… it's on his back and he still doesn't know" Ianto giggled and Jack rushed to see, giggling as he laughed along with him.
Ianto reached out and hooked Jack's hand as he leaned on the counter next to him and whispered "We do not need the talk. I had a thousand different scenarios of this talk in my head and I am sure you did too. They all end with us defeated… tired and in the end… in each other's arms. Let's not chose one of the many games to play here… I am tired Jack. So tired and really, I just want your arms."
Jack did not argue with him, tears stinging as he admitted it was too tiring to think of arguments too… not when in the end he just wanted to hold him.
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Eve looked around the house with interest, checking each room and then finding the one they knew she would like. After three weeks of intensive work the house was a home bursting with clean, new things that Ianto would soon offset with some second hand shop visits and weekend market stall perusing.
Already though… they had one thing right as she squealed and clapped her hands as she stared at the lilac room with purple accents, the doll house down one end tempered with the remote control car set on its own table.
"CARS!" she screamed.
"See? Told you. She likes dolls and horses and pink frilly things but give her a car or a toy gun? She is happy." Ianto smiled "going to be a force to be reckoned with one day."
"She can't date until she's thirty and she can't have her own gun until she is at least sixteen!" Jack said with venom and Ianto laughed at the weird logic of this man thinking a gun for a teenage girl was a good idea.
Oh well… he would learn.
They all had a chance at a second life now.
It was all going to be tickety-boo.
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And so it ends, thanks for reading and a sequel may come when the brain lets it. No promises xxx
