The first of the interrogations, holy crap, I had no clue how huge the response would be to this piece! R&R!
The archivist folded the envelope and placed it in his pocket. He had questions to ask, it was only three people, how hard can this be? He started with the person closest to him, Gwen.
"Hey, Gwen." Ianto strode over like nothing had changed.
"What's up Ianto?" Green eyes beaming up at him as they usually did.
"Well, I was just wondering if everything was okay with Rhys."
"Why wouldn't they be?" Gwen looked away, pain in the eyes that just held such warmth. All joy suddenly drained.
"I dunno…just checking up on you I guess" Ianto rocked on his heels.
"Well, they are absolute shite if you must know. Not only is Torchwood killing every hope of a normal life for me, he has convinced himself that I'm shagging Jack! How absurd is that! I mean Jack's a flirt, but he knows his limits and he would never fuck with the sanctity of holy matrimony! Rhys, I think may have thrown our wedding vows to the birds by now, because when I pick up his wash, I keep smellin' some fruity perfume I would never where. So either he's a trani or he's sleepin'around! " She was half in tears, half mad with rage.
Ianto sat down and scooped her in his arms, she collapsed into a heap on his shoulder. He gently stroked her hair and let her sob. This was not a woman in love with him, this was a woman in love with a philandering husband. She was heartbroken.
"What did I do to deserve this? I'm a good person damn it! Don't I deserve to be loved? Respected? Treated like a real person and not just some, worthless, alien killing, bitch?" Gwen sobbed like a sixteen year old who was just stood up on prom night in her father's arms.
"Of course Cariad, of course, he doesn't know what he's missing. If you were my girl, you would never have a reason to feel unwanted." There was nothing he could do at this point but sooth her.
She pulled back, he eyes, red with tears, met his.
"You really mean that?" Gwen looked like rubbish, but she also looked like her spirits had been raised a little more.
"I really do." Ianto smiled. He placed a light kiss on her forehead, on her nose, and finally their lips met, not in a kiss of romance, passion, or wanting, but of need, understanding, and compassion. It was a chaste, perfect kiss that only lasted ten seconds tops, but it was long enough.
Long enough that Ianto didn't see the shadow run from the Hub.
There ya go. Ianto is getting around a wee bit. Who do you think it is?