Missing Small Worlds Scenes

A/N: The plot bunnies strike again! I HAVE decided to continue this; but with every chapter some missing scenes from different episodes. They will all be Janto fluff though. Anyway, these are from "Small Worlds" (so obviously, there are spoilers!) and it starts at the beginning of the episode again. Spoilers for Small Worlds and Cyberwoman. So, please R&R!

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As Jack emerged from his bunk he sighed and crossed to his desk. What had triggered that horrific dream?

He looked down at his desk, and saw a single rose petal on it. He picked it up. What did this mean? Were they coming back? If so, were they warning him they were coming back? Why?

He dropped the petal when he heard footsteps behind him and whipped round; expecting one of those dreaded 'fairies' as Estelle called them.

Much to his relief, he was it was only Ianto, reading a file.

Jack decided to make his presence known. "You shouldn't be here." he said, just loudly enough for Ianto to hear, but quiet enough that Ianto could pretend he hadn't if he didn't want to answer his statement-that-could-be-a-question-too.

The Welshman did hear though, and looked up slightly alarmed. His come-back was delivered quickly though. "Neither should you." He mumbled, gesturing to Jack with the file in his hands.

Just as quickly as he'd appeared, Ianto vanished from Jack's vision, heading towards the computers. Jack decided followed him.

What Ianto was doing on the computer made no sense to Jack though.

Gingerly, he placed a gently hand on Ianto's shoulder, startling him slightly. Ianto turned to face him, then looked away almost immediately. Jack asked him straight out, "What 'cha got?"

He straightened up, sighed, and finally looked Jack in the eye. "Funny sort of weather patterns." He said. Then, almost inaudible, he whispered. "Thank you."

Jack heard him though.

Ianto had already looked away from him. Keeping one hand on Ianto's shoulder, Jack made Ianto face him. "For what?"

Ianto was facing Jack, but not looking him in the eye as he whispered, only a little louder, "For not killing or RetConning me."

Jack knew Ianto meant the Cyberwoman incident.

Then, so quiet Jack thought he imagined it, Ianto whispered, "And for checking on me every day."

The look on Ianto's face told Jack he'd heard right.

After the Cyberwoman incident, during Ianto's suspension, Jack had visited Ianto at least twice a day to make sure he hadn't committed suicide.

That's what Jack had told Ianto at least.

The real reason was because, despite everything Ianto had done, and everything Jack had said, he still enjoyed Ianto's company a bit more than a normal boss should have.

Before Lisa, Jack had actually begun hoping his and Ianto's relationship could expand from beyond just boss and employee.

But it seemed highly unlikely that something like that would happen now.

Jack decided to say something before the two men fell into the awkward silence that was threatening to hit them. "No problem, on both parts."

Ianto faced Jack again and smiled weakly. It was the first time he'd smiled in about a month.

There was something else bugging Jack. "Every time I checked on you, you never cried. You never looked like you'd been crying." He stopped, faced Ianto, and noticed the Welshman had gone an impressive shade of pink.

Then, quite suddenly, Ianto turned to face Jack, looking him right in the eye, he said. "It's not that I don't care; I'm not heartless."

Jack stroked Ianto's shoulder, having previously forgotten his hand was still there.

"I know." Jack met Ianto's eyes, which quickly changed from anger to sadness. Jack continued, "I didn't think you were, I was just curious. I'm sorry."

Ianto dropped Jack's stare as he sighed and stared at his feet. "Crying doesn't make it hurt any less."

Jack pulled Ianto into a hug. The younger man tried to get away, but Jack just held him tighter. "Crying makes the unbearable bearable. I should know. It does make you feel better, Ianto. Only a little, and not for very long, but it does."

Ianto then pulled away with sudden strength. "It doesn't Jack! I don't care what you say, crying doesn't make anything better; it just makes you weak."

Jack was honestly stunned. "Why do you think that, Ianto?"

"'Cos it's true; crying makes you weak. I'm not weak."

Jack started to slowly walk towards Ianto. "No, Ianto, you're not weak. You're young, and you've survived more than most people twice your age."

Something in Ianto snapped, and he found himself screaming at the older man. "And you don't know the half of it! You think you do because you've read my file, probably a lot more over the time I've been gone, no doubt trying to learn more about me! Well you can read my file as many times as you bloody well want, you won't ever know the half of it; not if I can help it, and I'll be helping it for as long as I live, Jack fucking Harkness!"

Jack had stopped approaching the Welshman in the middle of his outburst.

Ianto regained his composure, straightening out his suit as he muttered "Sorry, sir." half-heartedly, tears shining in his eyes despite his earlier speech.

"Ianto." Jack whispered. "Please, Ianto, talk to me. If you think crying won't help, talking will. Please."

Ianto sighed and met Jack's eyes. "What do you want to know?"

Jack took Ianto's hand and led him to his office, sitting him down. "Who told you crying makes you weak?"

Ianto remarkably held Jack's eyes. "My tad. All the time. Always after he–" Ianto stopped, afraid of going on.

Jack reached across his desk and took Ianto's hand gently. "I promise, whatever you say never leaves this room. No-one else will ever know this conversation even took place. I'll erase it from the CCTV. Please, go on."

Ianto sighed and looked down before continuing. "He would tell me not to cry, that crying makes you weak, and no son of his was going to be weak. And I was his only son. He would tell me not to cry after he was done with me." He looked Jack straight in the eye. "You know the scars on my back? The ones I told Owen I got from Canary Wharf?" Jack nodded a little worried. Ianto shook his head. "From a belt. My tad's belt. He always took his anger out on me; and he had anger management issues! Never on mam, never on my sister, always on me!" Ianto was trying, and only just succeeding, to stop the tears that were threatening to fall; not helped by the fact that Jack's tears were slowly trickling down his face. Ianto continued, his voice near breaking, "The only marks I got from Canary Wharf were the burn marks on my arm, that's it; the rest are all tad's fault. Mam never tried to stop him; too afraid he would turn on her if he did. She would just sit there with my sister, watching. They both cried their eyes out. I didn't." I hint of pride crept into Ianto's voice. "I never cried. Never gave him the satisfaction of knowing he got to me. Made him think I was as cold as him; that it didn't bother me. I never slept much though; nightmares are scarier than real-life." He seemed to have forgotten Jack was there, but he still did not shed one single tear. "Because of that, I didn't do too well at school. He then got mad at me for not being the best at school. One night I argued that it was his fault because he gave me nightmares. The next thing I remember was waking up in hospital and staying there for a couple of weeks. Mam, tad and Rhiannon – my sister – never visited much. Once every few days if I was lucky. They told the nurses I fell down the stairs, and they couldn't visit me much because they had too much work to do and Rhiannon had too much homework. It was absolute shit; they knew what really happened; they were both on benefits and Rhiannon never did her homework, so I just laid there at night, still too afraid to go to sleep." Ianto sniffed. "I was 6."

Jack could see Ianto was now shaking in his struggle to hold in his tears. Sometimes, Jack really hated the universe; Ianto's adulthood hadn't been much more than turmoil and tragedy so far; Jack had always though 'at least he had a decent childhood'. But he hadn't. It took unfair to a level even Jack before he met the Doctor would've been disgusted at.

He walked around his desk and engulfed Ianto in a warm hug, as Ianto couldn't hold it in anymore, and finally sobbed sobs that made both his and Jack's body shake.

Jack stroked Ianto's hair as his own tears fell into it. He gently kissed Ianto on the forehead, letting him cry like the child he never got to be.

A/N: OK, not really sure where that came from! Hope it was enjoyed though! Now I wonder how many people I made cry…