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As much as I would like to, I know I can't keep her in this little slice of Heaven forever" Ianto frowned as he leaned forward, the baby popping off the tit to lay limply in his arms as a little snore stared to fill the air, "Little shit. Asleep at the tit again."
"Awwww look. Asleep at the switch, my little beast" Jack crooned as he gathered the limp little flopper up and expertly checked his nappy then placed him in the little Moses basket by their feet so Sydney can sniff him and settle against the side of the basket to protect him lovingly.
"I don't want to go all End of the World on them but really…this is going too far." Ianto rose and moved over to check the teapot, tipping it out and starting a fresh pot.
"Our last attack has made a dent, it certainly pissed them off" John agreed, his own cup sliding over so Ianto could see it needed a top up "We could make another swipe at them but they will be onto us now, we can't replicate the last entry into madness."
"Well I think maybe we should just knock on the front door and ask what the fuck they want" Ianto said as he poured the seeped tea and sat with his own cup, glancing at the baby who was still snoring.
"And if they want to do horrible things to you?" Gwen asked.
"Huh. Point. Far point that Gwennie love" Ianto sighed, his head falling back.
"So… we invite them here?" Jack suggested, "A little parlay?"
"Would they do it?" Ianto asked.
"Have before, I don't see why not" John answered as he considered "I know they will be dying to get a look at you and especially little Kai"
"well…I leave it to you to extend the invitation" Ianto said as he nodded to John, "I am sure you can convey our…desire to talk?"
John grinned, "Oh baby, you know I have the words needed to convey your thoughts in this matter."
"Lovely" Ianto grinned, then yawned, "tired. Cariad, come rub my feet, I might need other bits rubbed too."
Jack perked up, "Coming Tiger."
"I need to make sure the man of mine has remembered to unpack the blankets" Gwen rose, "I can't sleep without the pink one for my feet."
John watched them go then turned to look at the goddess swinging in her chair, her dark hair almost black in this light. It changed ya know. Her hair. Some lights it had a halo of flame, others it seems ink. Earlier he would have sworn it was a dark blue. She seemed to regard him then she raised an eyebrow and became a parody of her parentals, her Dad's smouldering looks with her Tad's sass.
"I know…I will make it loud" he grinned and she snorted as she nodded, then looked away as she wondered where her Were was.
"Kara?" John said softly.
"Mmmm?"
"You know this is going to end with blood, right?" he asked and she canted her head as she regarded him.
"Johnty, I know full well how this will end. How it would always end. So do you. We have to play the game though, we have to go through the motions to get to the point we know we must reach." She rose and smoothed her hands down her trousers, like her Taddy does, "Don't worry. I will do what must be done. You do your part, and I will do mine. It's not over until the fat lady sings."
John paused as he went to rise from his chair and glanced at her with mild amusement, "Really? The fat lady?"
"It's a saying John" she sighed rolling her eyes, "Like She will be alright on the night."
He grinned, "all female connotations. Why does it always come down to a woman?"
"Because you need someone to tell you what to do" she chortled as she took off, his laughter following her out into the sunlight where she watched her Father dancing with her Taddy, their eyes locked together as their love thrummed.
Oh yes, there is a woman behind the end game.
And she will be fucking fierce for her family.
Her blood thrummed with the righteousness of her worth, her Cymru blood mixed with the Boeshane…oh yes. They want a war they have one.
But it will be short.
And bloody.
And she will win.