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A/N; OK I don't know what to say here because I don't know about this chapter, I don't think I like it. Anyway 'Something Borrowed' is done and 'From Out of the Rain' isn't far away. Anyway ENJOY!!

A Day In Death

Ianto was pacing from one side of his living room to the other, he was slowly digging himself a trench across the floor. He was nervous and excited and scared but mostly he couldn't believe they were actually going to do it. After spending weeks skirting around the issue, Jack was coming over and they were going to sit down and have to conversation that had created a large purple elephant that liked to follow them into empty rooms. Of course they were actually supposed to have the conversation today over coffee, but that never happened. Ianto was annoyed at this because he had what he was going to say all planned out and he was interrupted, and the worst part was that he couldn't even get angry about it.

-Flashback-

Jack and Ianto walked up to their favourite café that sat over looking the bay arm in arm, looking like the happiest couple in South Wales. They sat in their favourite seat outside, the one where they could enjoy the sun without the having to fear melanoma. A blonde waitress came over to take their orders, she tried her hardest to flirt with Ianto, but the Welshman paid her no mind. Once their coffees arrived, they launched into pointless small talk and comfortable silences.

Once their coffees were reduced to the bits of foam that always seemed to stick to the bottom, Ianto placed his hands flat on the table.

"OK Jack, enough is enough. I love spending pointless afternoons where we don't have to worry about the next bog monster, but I think it's time we have that conversation we have been avoiding for the last… wow month."

"You know that's what I like about you Ianto Jones, no funny business, you just come right out and say what's on your mind. Well that's the case before we involve stopwatches, then it's all about double ended subtext."

"Jack." Ianto rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrow at the appalling attempt to avoid the topic.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me when you raise your eyebrow like that?" Jack lent forward so that their faces were inches apart.

Ianto lent back with a sigh of defeat. "So I'm guessing that we are never going to have this conversation?"

"Of course we're going to have this conversation it's just… I don't know how… I don't know what you want me to say. So well I'm doing a pitiful job of trying to distract you to give me more time to figure out what to say."

"Ok first… I have to point out the humour in the fact that Captain Jack Harkness is babbling. And second… a month Jack, we have been dancing around the issue for a month, and yet you still don't know what to say? Maybe that says more than words could." Ianto looked defeated.

"No Ianto, don't be like that. Maybe you should say what you want to say and then we'll see what happens from there."

Ianto groaned and sat forward again, but he was careful not to get to close to Jack, it was too easy to get lost in the ocean blue pools. "OK well-" Ianto froze midsentence and looked at something over Jack's shoulder. "Is that-"

"Ianto you do realise that divisional tactics haven't worked since the 40's."

"No I really did…" Ianto stood up to get a better look. "I did. That's Owen."

"Owen?" Jack stood up and turned around. "Where?"

"There," Ianto pointed into the distance. "I think… it looks like he's going to jump in the bay."

"Oh fuck, Ianto can we pick this up later? I really need to go after him."

"Yeah of course go. I'll meet you back at the Hub."

With that Jack followed the path made by the walking dead man who had just run straight into the bay.

-End Flashback-

So that's how Ianto ended up wearing down his living room floor, looking as mad as a hatter. He could feel himself going slowly insane as one minute rolled on to the next. When Martha left, Jack had told Ianto to go home and wait for him, and then no matter what they would have this conversation. Even though he was expecting it, when the doorbell did ring Ianto jumped and felt like he may have left his skin somewhere around in the general area of his sofa.

Ianto walked slowly over to his door and took a deep breath before opening it. "Jack." He sighed.

Jack gave Ianto a small smile and then softly said; "Would it be inappropriate to say that it's so good to see you, even though we are about to have a serious talk?"

Ianto chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Come on in.

Ianto led them to his dinning room and they sat on opposite sides of the table.

"Ok," Jack ran a hand down his face. "Tell me what you were going to say, before we were interrupted by the amazing antics of Owen."

Ianto sat back to gather his thoughts. "Well… I've actually been thinking about that… a lot… and well I've decided to change my tact. You see I was going to say something along the lines of 'it's really OK nothing is all that wrong with us, we're just abnormally complicated', but in all honesty, that would be a lie. Because well, yeah we are abnormally complicated but there is something wrong Jack, and we both know what that is."

"Gwen?" Jack asked though he knew the answer.

"Gwen." Ianto nodded.

"I've told you how I feel about her and how I feel about you."

"Yeah you said that you care about us both, and that the feelings that you have for her are nothing compared to what you feel for me. But the problem Jack, is that you really need to work out what those feelings are. She's getting married in four days, then after that, if you do decide it's really her that you want, it will be too late to actually do anything about it. It's time you choose."

How much of a pain am I? (insert evil laugh here)
Ianto was a bit dominating in this chapter, but I liked it, kind of. I don't know I'm torn on how I feel about it. Let me know what you all think... please?