Interrogation two, and Ianto will end up with more then he bargained for. Little bit of Gwen bashing, yes I recognize the irony with my name and everything, but I'm not really writing this for me now am I?
The next day Ianto strode into the hub after a difficult night sleep. In one day, he recognized being his previously existing relationship…thing… with Jack, gotten a love letter form someone on the team, and kissed a married woman (a failing marriage, but it still counted on his conscience), and yet he was no closer to any answers now then he was when he opened that letter.
He felt a wee bit obligated to tell Jack about the letter. Ehh, he'd deal with that later. Right now he was going to deal with the long shot, Owen. The thing about Torchwood was that all normal conventions about gender relations were thrown out the window from the time you go through that cog door, so it could be Owen for all he knew. Not likely, but if he got a no from him that would just leave Tosh. The worst that would happen is Owen would lambast him. What else was new?
He wandered down to the med-bay round lunch time and thought that the best way to handle this would be to go straight for the throat.
"Hey, Owen, how do you feel about love letters?" Okay, so maybe not the throat, but close enough for the Tea-boy.
"They are fluffy, and camp, and stupid for fluffy, unrealistic, and stupid women." Owen answered without looking at the squid-like creature they had pulled out of the bay.
"Oh," Ianto wasn't surprised in the least, "Because I was just thinking-"
"Thinking of writing to dear Jackie boy? Based on the performance Tosh and I watched last night, more likely Gwen. In either case, it's a lost cause mate."
"What do you mean?" Ianto cocked his head to the right, as he always did when he was befuddled.
"Have you seen Gwen or Jack at all today?" Owen was snidely taking pleasure in the epiphany that was about to come.
Ianto thought a moment, as a matter of fact, he hadn't. At that moment, Gwen came out of Jack's office, her hair messy and tangled, and breathing heavily. Ianto rushed past Gwen to Jack's office. The minute he opened the door, he was greeted with a familiar smell, sex and sweat. Jack was half way getting his trousers up. Jack tried to get to Ianto to explain, but fell over trying to run. It was too late, Ianto had seen all he needed to and rushed out. He leaned over the rail and yelled across the Hub.
"You little bitch!" Ianto spat, half in tears, "I comforted you yesterday and this is how you repay me?" He ran down to the archives just to be alone.
He didn't know it, but he wasn't alone down there, and the person with him was secretly thrilled.
*jazz hands* DRAMA! :D This was a fun one to write! Keep up the R&R and make me smile! Thanks
~Gwennie