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Ianto found himself in the lake. Yeah… IN the lake. Up to his knees.

A swan lazily cruised past giving him an evil look before turning to let it's arse wiggle. Damned things don't like him.

"Boy! Get out of there. You will have duck shit in your shoes!" came a roar and Ianto turned to stare at his GrandTad. Well… he didn't know what to call him now.

The old man saw the tears rolling down Ianto's face and leaned forward in his wheelchair, motioning him to get up on the deck and Ianto morosely waded through said duck shit. The ducks swore at him and moved lazily out of the way as Ianto sat on the deck, letting his wet feet stay in the shallows.

"Boy? What is it? Tell me" the old man crooned, his hand reaching out to stroke his hair "Come on, tell GrandTad."

"But that's just it" Ianto sobbed "You aren't. I love you, love the bones of you but you aren't me GrandTad are you. I am nothing to you. Nothing. Just a fucking stray."

Ifan pulled his hand back with confusion "What?"

"Tad… I mean HEW just told me I am not his son. That I am the result of another man's fucking. My schooling is not paid for, I am destitute and in trouble now. All this time I thought the trust find was paying for me same as the others. I had no idea I was not in the trust fund's list of beneficiaries." Ianto flopped back to stare at the ceiling of the decking's roof "I am fucked. I can't pay the last year's work let alone the next one I need to finish to get my qualifications if I want to be a biologist. God. What a joke. I can't be anything now."

"Wait. Back it up and park it. What the fuck are you talking about?" Ifan was angry now, confused and seeing his favourite grandchild upset was not something he was used to. Of all the kids, this one was always a good boy. "Ianto love. You are listed in the trust find. Your grandmother loved you, we talked it over and made that trust fund for you. She had her own money when we wed and she wanted it to be put to good use. You kids are wonderful and … I do not know what your father is talking about but you were born here. Your mother never did anything with someone else. There was never an argument between them until she caught him … she found out he was straying about fifteen years ago."

Ianto sat up "what?"

"Boy… you are the replica of me at your age. There is no mistaking that you are a Jones. I do not get him and this story he told you" Ifan shook his head "I am calling your mother. She can sort this."

Ianto got out of the water and dripped onto the patio, looking around then he started to walk back towards the main house, his brain on fire now as he remembered old photos of his GrandTad as a young man in the hallway.

Ianto stood staring at the old black and white photograph of his GrandTad and long since dead Great uncle. Both men smiling as they stood in their uniforms. He WAS the same as him to look at. Both of them. He WAS a Jones.

What the hell was his Tad playing at?

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"Ianto?"

Ianto's mother entered his room to find chaos as Ianto shoved things into boxes, suitcases open and a pile of stuff in the middle of the room that he knew he did not have room for in his car. "Sweetie? What are you doing? What is this? Lord of the flies?"

"Oh, sorry. I am going to set that on fire once I am done sorting what I want to take" Ianto said distractedly, looking around then adding "Outside I mean. Not in here."

"What?" she blinked with confusion "Ianto... what is going on? Your grandfather is blowing up my phone and your Tad has locked himself in the office sulking."

Ianto tuned to face her and sighed "I am moving out."

"Where are you going?" she asked with open horror.

"No idea. I will not stay where I am not wanted, not where I am treated like this. I am going. Maybe Rhiannon will let me have her couch for a few nights until I can sort some sort of job now I can't continue with university." Ianto threw a trophy for his swimming into the pile of discards and she gasped snatching it back out and cradling it with confusion.

"Darling… I don't understand"

"Tad told me everything. He said you were a slut that fucked someone else and I am not his. I know he has not been paying my university bills from the trust fund because he does not think I deserve anything from him. He told me I am not his son, I am not entitled to anything so… what else can I so mum. Seriously. How could you be so cruel to let me think he was my Tad, that he loved me when the whole time he hates me so strongly. He must do. If I am an Affair baby. I will get a job, I will pay you back for every morsel of fucking food he ever fed to me. I will NEVER come into this house again and you will never have to pretend I am one of his kids. Right?"

She was crying now and Ianto felt terrible but could not stop. He knew it wasn't' real, not true. He also knew his father had somehow thought this funny or some sort of punishment for something but two can play that game. Jones hit-n-run engaged. If he wanted to make Ianto feel like shit… there we go. The smell of the duck shit will hopefully seep into the carpet and Ianto kicked off the sodden shoes and let his disgusting socks now drip into the carpet.

There ya go fucker.

Duck shite for you!