Missing Adrift Scenes

A/N: This chapter is for AngelisIgniRelucent as thanks for the BEST review I've ever got. Sorry this took so long! Please read and review!
Warning: Have you seen this episode? There are some pretty strong references to sex, but nothing graphic, I promise!

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Ianto followed Jack out of the Boardroom, vaguely aware of Gwen shouting behind him. He was also curious as to what Jack was oh so clearly hiding. He knew Jack was hiding something because he knew Jack better than Gwen, despite what the annoying Welshwoman thought, and he knew that Jack would talk about it when he was ready. And Gwen pestering him would only make that take longer.

He stopped Jack at the end of the corridor.

"Why isn't she allowed to know?" he asked when Jack stopped. He had no idea what Jack was hiding, but he could live with that.
Jack sighed. "Because I don't want her to know."
"Why?" I pressed.
"She'll regret knowing."
" But sometimes the only way to realise that you shouldn't look behind the door is to actually go and look. And she won't let this go; you know what she's like."
Jack turned to look at Gwen one more time, noticing both Owen and Toshiko leaving her alone.
He turned back to Ianto. "We'll pick this up later." And then he stormed off.

Ianto turned back to Gwen and sighed, making 'I'm sorry' gestures with his arms before following Jack away.

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Twenty minutes later, Ianto came into Jack's office with a mug of his favourite coffee.

Jack looked up at him when he heard the clatter of the mug hit his desk. He smiled up at the young Welshman, but it was clear he wanted to say something.

Ianto knew what he wanted to say. He sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk to Jack and waited.

After a few minutes, the immortal found his voice.

"Sometimes the people who the Rift takes are returned. It's been happening more and more recently, but I don't know why. When I took over Torchwood in Cardiff, there were two of them. Ravaged from falling through the Rift. Being kept in the vaults, neglected. I wanted them looked after. I set up a facility on Flat Holm Island, telling the staff that they were experiments gone wrong. There are about seventeen of them now." He sighed, his eyes filled with tears due to memories of things Ianto couldn't even imagine. "There are about seventeen of them now. They're sick, in ways you couldn't possibly imagine. Jonah Bevan, the kid Gwen's looking for, is one of them. I check on them once a month, and it's awful seeing them the way they are." He sighed again and rubbed the tears out of his eyes. "I shouldn't be upset about this, I have to do it, it's part of my job. I should've gotten used to it by now. But I haven't. What does that say about me?"
Ianto leaned over the desk and put his hand on top of Jack's. "It says that you're a good man." He told him reassuringly.
Jack smiled at him.
Ianto continued "If you want, I could go down there sometimes for you if you want?"
Jack looked at him sharply. "No, Ianto. No way! It's unbelievable there, worse than anything we've ever seen before."
"Jack, I'm not a child, I can take care of myself."
Jack took both Ianto's hands in his. "I know. But I still want to."
Ianto gave him a look that let Jack know he wasn't going to palm him off.
Jack sighed. "I'll take you soon. But first we need to get Gwen off our case."
Ianto thought about it for a moment. "I could give her a GPS with the directions to Flat Holm. See if she takes the hint."
Jack nodded. "She's left now; put it on her desk and she'll find it in the morning."
Ianto nodded and went to stand up, but Jack pulled him back down. The Welshman rolled his eyes at his lover. "Jack, I have work to do."
Jack sighed in mock annoyance. He then pulled Ianto towards him and tenderly pressed their lips together.

Before either of them could get too carried away, Ianto pulled back, rolling his eyes when Jack pouted. He gave Jack one more quick peck, and then left the office before Jack could say or do anything else.

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A few hours later after Owen and Tosh had gone home, Ianto was watering the plants in the Hothouse. He'd put the GPS on Gwen's desk, and now he just had to wait for her to find it.

He heard the door open and close behind him just as he finished watering the last plant.

Before he could turn around to see who was there, two strong arms wrapped around his waist. It was Jack, there was no denying it.

"Are you done?" Jack whispered in Ianto's ear.
"Yep." Ianto whispered back.
"Have you put the GPS on Gwen's desk?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you have anything else you need to do?
"Nope."
"Good."

Jack whipped Ianto round to face him, keeping his arms around the Welshman's waist, and proceeded to snog the hell out of him.

Before Ianto knew what was happening, Jack had managed to get his shirt off, leaving Ianto bare-chested.

Keeping their lips pressed firmly together, Ianto started work on Jack's braces, moving onto his belt, then unbuttoning his shirt so fast half the buttons came off. He would deal with that later though. For now, he had to get Jack's undershirt on. The kiss was broken for less than a second as Ianto pulled Jack's undershirt over his head, messing up his hair in the process. Not that either man minded: it was going to get messed up in the end anyway.

Then, in a quick, perfected from experience moment, Ianto pulled both Jack's trousers and his pants off simultaneously.

Jack pulled back from the kiss briefly and grinned wickedly at his young lover, but was pulled back into the kiss almost immediately.

They were both so caught up in each other, they didn't hear the cog door opening. Or Gwen calling for Jack. They weren't aware anyone else was in the Hub until Gwen opened the door of the Hothouse and started talking to Jack.

(A/N: I hope no-one minds, but I'm just gonna skip to where Ianto goes back into the Hothouse after Jack simply because I want to write as little about Gwen as possible, sorry)

Once Ianto was back in the Hothouse, he saw that Jack had his shirt of already and was facing him with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Now," he said, voice smooth as butter "where were we before the untimely interruption?"
He moved to pull Ianto back into his embrace, but the Welshman stepped back "Jack, that was mortifying!"
Jack just shrugged "So?"
"So, that was probably the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me!"
"It's not like no-one else knew about us."
"True, but that doesn't make up for it. What you said didn't help either. 'We could've used you an hour ago for naked-hide-and-seek.' What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking 'Wow, this is awkward, I'll try to liven it up a little with a joke.' And I didn't hear you complaining!"
"I didn't know what to say!"
"Neither did I!"
"Sure you didn't."

Ianto sat down on the bench they had in the Hothouse for reasons unknown and buried his head in his hands.

"Yan?" Jack said cautiously. "Ianto? C'mon, it wasn't that bad, was it?"He sat down on the bench next to Ianto, not quite touching him.
The younger man sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. I just…" he sighed again. "I like to keep my private life, well, private. And it's really not that private now."
"At least you had your pants on!"
Ianto couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's tone. "I guess so. But… still. I was hardly decent."
Jack moved shuffled down the bench and put his arm around Ianto's shoulder and whispered in his ear "Good. Because I prefer you not decent by miles compared to you decent."
Ianto pretended to look insulted. "I thought you liked my suits."
"Oh, I love your suits, don't worry about that. But I love you naked, sweating, and screaming my name beneath me even more."
Ianto matched Jack's filthy grin. "Is that one of your sordid fantasises sir?"
Jack growled at him. "Yes. Yes it is."
"Well then, let's see how long it will take to make that fantasy a reality."

A/N: Well, there we go, here's… this I suppose! Even if you hated it, please review: If you hated it, I know not to do anything like this again and I can, hopefully, improve! So, yeah, review please!