5
"Where's Jack?" she demanded.
"Downstairs" Ianto said as he slid towards the dressing room but Gwen rose to intercept, showing the Webley she had taken from the gunsafe.
Right.
Of course she knew his code, bloody idiot hadn't changed it, had he. His birthday. Of course she knew it.
"And where are you going?"
"Nappy change, unless you want to do his dirty nappy. You will need some perfume first, for the nose" Ianto grinned and she made a face as she looked down at the baby, then motioned and Ianto shot in, slamming the door before Gwen could react.
"BITCH!" Gwen screamed as she raised the gun and fired at the door.
Quinn screamed and Ianto hit the floor, sliding into the nearest closet and pulling the door shut as well. The doors were solid, he was sure they were safe so he shakily pulled over a makeup back and removed his makeup as Quinn settled to a soft grizzle and paw through the jewellery bag next to it.
Ianto could hear shouting and then another shot, this time downstairs and Gwen screamed with rage, another shot. This time she had the brains to aim for the wall, not the oak door and Ianto felt dust falling, looking up to see daylight above him.
Fuck, that one got through.
Ianto reached out to check the gun locker was still between him and the bitch, relieved to find he had remembered right and he lay down so the locker was higher than him and Quinn, the little man now dripping with paste jewellery as he looked at a tiara with interest.
"Not the earrings, you might swallow one" Ianto muttered as he began pulling them out, then giggling at the absurdity of it, locked in the closet sorting bling with the boy.
Then a loud boom that was unmistakably the shotgun, in the next room.
Quinn stopped playing with the jewels as his eyes got big and he made a Ooooooo sound with wonder.
"Poppa Jerry is home" Ianto whispered and the baby Ooooo'd again and grinned as he agreed.
"Ianto?"
Jack.
Ianto rose and went to the door, "Is she gone?"
"Downstairs tied up with the others. Jerry wants to count crow." Jack called back and Ianto slid the bolt back to let him in, the clutch and searing kiss welcome too.
"Are you OK?" Ianto asked as he checked Jack over.
"Yeah, Adam hits like a girl" Jack laughed, "Rod tried to run. Francine took to him with the carpet beater. Funniest damned thing I ever saw."
"Quinn is blinging out" Ianto said as they returned to find the little boy holding out an arm covered with bracelets making them jangle.
"Wow, look at you" Jack crooned as he lifted him up, "Pretty."
Quinn grinned back and waved his arm some more, "Come on prince bling monster let's go see what Poppa caught with the big gun, yeah?"
Then went down and Adam stared at Ianto who realised he was still in Bunny's clothes so he canted his head.
"Problem? This isn't my colour?" he said in Bunny's voice.
"Shit. You stupid bitch, you didn't say he was her, Christ. Of course. If I knew, I could have…"
"Nothing." Ianto spat, "You could have nothing. I was never under your influence, I just wanted her. And behold. The beast slopes towards Bethlehem to be born."
"I beg your…" Gwen spluttered but the slap silenced her.
"Not the first time I hit a woman, first time as a man though. Funny, feels just the same" Ianto said conversationally to Jack who snorted.
"Quinn" Jack crooned, swinging him around.
"Cariad, maybe you should take him out to Gloria and the kids, let them know it's safe to come in the house?" Ianto suggested and Jack grunted as he walked away still crooning at the baby.
"Adam. Neat trick. Nice" Jerry said as he accepted a cup of coffee form Francine, "Your problem is the fact you don't know all the players or their place on the board. Gwen has used you, you thought you were winning something but really she just dragged you down. If you want to save yourself I suggest you tell me where John is."
"Who?"
Jerry grinned as he rose, "No bother. Mathew is due home tonight. We will just pop you all out in the barn's cellar and he can talk to you when he gets back."
"You can't do that!" Gwen spluttered, "You can't keep us against our will. That's kidnapping, do you think we won't tell?"
"Tell?" Jerry said with surprise, "Why little lady. What makes you think you will get the chance to tell anyone what is about to happen to you? There is an old saying that is still apt here."
Jerry leaned in close "Dead men tell no tales."
Gwen paled as Jerry turned to watch Francine return to the kitchen with her boy in tow, Dee-Dee looking like hell was coming.
Ianto decided to go change.
It was going to be a long day.
