With a little help from my friends Chapter 2
TWTWTW
John was watching Jack, as he looked down at the sleeping form.
"You protect him too much, you know that don't you? What's he gonna do when you're not there to save him one day?"
"I will be." replied Jack, matter of factly.
"Yeah, you think?"
"What is your problem? I thought you said he was 'like your brother'?"
"He depends too much on you, that's all I'm sayin'."
Jack looked down on the sleeping man.
"I need him just as much as he needs me." Jack confessed.
"Why not give some of that over to me? I could look after him, if or when you had to go away."
Jack frowned.
"Let's face it, Jackie Boy, if that Doctor of yours was to show up again, you'd be out of here like a shot!"
"Would not!"
"Even if he said he'd found a cure?"
Jack looked at John then back at Ianto.
"Thought so."
Ianto stirred, looked up at Jack and then fell asleep again.
"That bought of flu hit him hard. He'll be fine in a few days. He just needs rest." Jack looked straight at John. "That's why he doesn't need you pullin' any of this crap again." He pointed to the broken items in the waste basket.
"Okay," John held up his hands in mock surrender. "I get the message. Be sensitive. Be thoughtful. I will." John stood up, looking at the clock on Jack's wall. "How about I order us dinner? Italian? Chinese? You name it, big guy."
"Chinese. Noodle will be easier for Ianto to digest."
"I'm right on it, Kemo Saby."
Jack frowned, shaking his head.
"Saw it on TV the other day. Hi Ho Silver Away!"
"The Lone Ranger, I am not. As for Tonto…." He let the sentence trail off.
John smiled, walked passed Jack and picked up the phone.
"Hi, yeah I'd like a delivery please."
"Yes, where to, please?"
"Tourist office, Cardiff Bay."
"What would you like, please?"
"Vegetable chow mien. Beef in oyster sauce. Chicken with mushrooms. Sweet and sour prawns. 3 spring rolls. Two egg fried rice. 1 curry sauce. A bag of chips and prawn crackers , please."
The order was read back to him.
"That's it. Thanks. How much will that be."
John looked at Jack, who shrugged. John smiled.
"£39.15p, please."
"£39.15p. Thank you. How long?"
"45 minutes."
"45 minutes, great. Bye." John hung up the phone.
"I better go down and wake Ianto. He might want to shower first."
John leered at Jack.
"Will you stop it!"
Climbing down the ladder, Jack carefully shook the Welshman.
"Yan? John just ordered dinner."
"Mmm," Ianto stretched, looking up into concerned blue eyes. He smiled, touching Jack's face. " Dreamt of you, Cariad."
"So, that's why you were smiling."
Ianto nodded, pulling Jack down for a kiss.
"Careful," Jack whispered. "John's in my office."
"Don't care. Missed you."
Their lips met.
Jack drew back. Dinner in 40 minutes. You want a shower first?"
Ianto shook his head. "Later. With you."
"You are so bad, Ianto Jones."
"And don't you just love it, Jack Harkness?"
"Yes, I do."