A/N: Hello all! This chapter is a little delayed... far too many cocktails were consumed yesterday, I'm sorry, but yeah... I had fun with this one, so I hope you'll like it too. I know that the whole Ianto 'coming out' scene with Rhiannon is regarded well by pretty much anyone who ships Janto, and I really wanted to encorporate it into the story somehow, but I'm not intending to touch on CoE at all in this fic... so I had to find my own way to do it. I've chanegd little bits, but only to help make it even better (I hope) than it already is... but anyway, enough rambling, hope you like it! Hannah xxx

It was Rhiannon's birthday last Tuesday, her 30th. I wanted to go to her birthday party, in fact I told her that I could go, but then there was that bloody Slitheen that just had to come through the rift right at seven o'clock just an hour before the arty began, we weren't even out of the hub until one o'clock after that incident. In fact, it was lucky that I even had the opportunity to call her on her birthday this year, in between all of the Weevils that decided to break out from their lairs and disrupt the peace of the city, and all of the false alarms and police call outs that we had to deal with that day. She had seemed so pleased when I assure her in the morning that I was available to come, she'd been begging me to go and visit her for months but working with Torchwood just doesn't allow for planning, and I've had to take a rain check on all of our last arrangements. But then when I had to ring her again later… elbow deep in the fowl, rotting slime that had been produced when Owen had fired lashings of vinegar at the unsuspecting Slitheen, and explain how I wouldn't be able to make it after all, she sounded so hurt and disappointed.

I feel so guilty that I'm not able to see her more often than I do… especially now that Dad's gone… I mean, I couldn't stand the man and I had every right and reason not to like him, but he was always nice to Rhiannon, and now that he's gone, and Mum died so many years ago… it's just us representing the Jones family now, the last survivors. And I'm sure that Rhiannon thinks the reason that I don't go and visit her very often is her fault, I mean after all, as far as she's concerned I work as a civil servant – and what kind of civil servants keep these sorts of hours? So I fear that she thinks I'm making up all of the work related excuses to avoid her and push her away. And it's not just my brotherly duties that I'm neglecting, but my duties as an Uncle as well, I haven't seen Mica or David for almost a year and I miss them so much, I really do love children.

So I've requested that I can have this Saturday afternoon off to go and visit her, so that I can give her the birthday present I've bought her (I wanted to get something special for her thirtieth, so I purchased a heart shaped silver locket which opens to reveal a picture of Mica on one side, and one of David on the other) and so that the two of us can begin to start catching up with each other. Jack was more than happy to give me the time off, practically forced me into taking the afternoon off, and even offered to come with me. I actually got a bit flustered at that suggestion as I haven't actually mentioned anything to Rhiannon yet and I didn't want to just spring it on her, so I just politely thanked Jack and said it was kind of him to offer to accompany me, but that I'd rather go by myself. I hope he wasn't to upset by that, he seemed fine but… oh well; Jack can be hard to read…

He joked that he's miss me during the afternoon, that he wouldn't have anything to sit and stare at when he got bored so I joked back telling him that there was always Owen…or Janet the Weevil. And after he playfully gave me an elbow dig in the ribs, I told him that I would be very, very nice to him tomorrow evening to make it up to him, which pleased him no end; I honestly think I'm starting to get as bad with him as far as suggestion goes.

So, it's Saturday afternoon! Rhi's present is wrapped, the card is signed and I've made her a carrot cake – her favourite – as a sort of second birthday cake and I've changed into my (and Jack's coincidentally) favourite suit and I'm ready to go and surprise her with a visit! I thought it would be nicer if I didn't tell her about it, a) because everyone loves a surprise and b) just on the very slim off chance that there was a life or death emergency at work and I had to let her down again, keeping it as a secret means that everyone wins. I'm just about to head off out now; hopefully she'll be pleased to see me!

Well, she was pleased, very pleased in fact… sort of. You'd think after she opened her front door to me, that she was greeting the Queen or John Lennon or Elvis on the other side or something for the amount of grinning and hugging and girlish high pitched squealing that went on. She barely got out an "Oh my god what are you doing here! I've missed you so much, where have you been? etc." before the hitting began, she started whacking my upper arm – relatively gently – annoyance at my lack of contact over the past, well, pretty much over the past two years.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I said pulling her hands away. "I've just been… I've been busy with work, forgive me?" I asked, making a pleading motion.

"Fine" she replied, trying to retain an angry pout, but I could see the grin breaking through. She hit me once more on the arm just for good measures.

"Hey! You may still be the oldest, but I'm taller and stronger than you now!" I reminded her wryly.

"Hmm, yes taller… but stronger my arse! I don't see you having born two children!" She threw back.

Well, I don't see you having wrestled moor Weevils than can be remembered, or having been attacked by cannibals or having caught a pterodactyl, I thought. "Ah, you've got me there" I said instead, allowing myself to be ushered inside her living room. "And speaking of children, where are my niece and nephew?" I asked.

"They're just playing upstairs at the moment, they'll be down in a minute" She smiled. "It's great to see you, how have you been?" She asked.

And we drank our way through a good few cups of tea (she hates coffee would you believe!) and ate our way through a good third of my carrot cake and launched in to discussing a whole host of topics of conversation: work (mostly hers) and the kids, the ever rising price of petrol, how her birthday party had gone, and I gave her her present at long last, with which she was delighted much to my relief. She was well generally, as were Johnny and the children – Mica's just started having ballet lessons and David is still keeping up with his football – and she seemed so genuinely pleased to see me, which only made the guilt rise in me even more. I will make more time to see her.

At around half past four I started to make my excuses to leave, I mean I had been there for three or so hours by this stage and soon Johnny would be back from the Rugby match that he had gone to see and Rhi would be getting dinner on… and I really didn't want to out stay my welcome – but she wasn't having that at all!

"Oh, that's it, is it? You're just gonna go now? Oh, sit down, you daft sod. I've got some of that spinach dip. And you and me, well, ahem, we've got more things to talk about." She began ominously.

"What things?" I asked nervously, suddenly panicking like hell.

Up until then I'd never had cause to think that Rhiannon had seen through my 'I'm a civil servant' rouse that she had found out about Torchwood, that perhaps – even though I had taken a shower four times and changed my suit just as many times since Tuesday – she could see the invisible remnants of Slitheen slime, and smell it emulating off me. That suddenly she knew something that might put her in danger, and that I was going to have to retcon my own sister. Even compared to the danger we had all faced just a few hours earlier, a conversation beginning like this still seemed terrifying.

"You've been seen." She replied, equally as ominously.

Bugger. Seen doing what? Fighting a Weevil? Wielding a stun gun? Getting in and out of our very conspicuous SUV? Despite the fact that Rhiannon looked all together far too clam to be discussing something as insane and impossible (well, to the general public at least) as alien life, I prepared myself for the worst case scenario: that she knew everything. However, I certainly hadn't prepared myself for what followed.

"Susan on the corner was in town and it was her anniversary, so they went to that posh French place in town by the memorial, and there was you." She said, seeming a little uncertain with precisely where she was going with this - and with good reason in the end!

To be honest, the way that she began really surprised me in that moment, completely threw me off, and lead me to behave perhaps a little rudely towards her when I curtly replied as I was overcome with urgent and desperate need to clarify that this, however incredulous it seemed, was all she was talking about – just a restaurant.

"There was you, having dinner with a man."

Ah. So that was it. Suddenly I started to feel even guiltier about not allowing Jack to come with me… for hiding him from Rhiannon because I just assumed that she wouldn't know about anything… but I was starting to panic then at the possibility that she did in fact know a great deal… and that just made me feel guiltier still, because I'm not ashamed of Jack, not in the slightest it's just…

Right then I really didn't know how to respond. She'd said 'a man' but it was obvious that she must have been referring to Jack, I mean, I haven't kept in touch with a great many of my friends from outside the realms of Torchwood and I don't recall ever having been out for dinner with just Owen… so therefore it had to have been Jack that I'd been 'seen' with. I panicked. That moment right there was far scarier than Rhiannon finding out about Torchwood, it shouldn't have been, but it was. It was unexpected and unplanned and I had absolutely no idea how to respond, whether I should have lied and told her it was merely a friendly outing between co-workers, tell her that her friend must have been mistaken, or confess all…?

Jack and I rarely dined out together on dates, partially because Torchwood often left you unaware of whether you would actually have the evening free to sit down and eat a proper meal, but also I think because Jack worries about how I feel about people, and by people I mean my friends and family members, seeing me out on a date with a man. And, truthfully, I do worry myself about it a little but I always feel guilty and push the thoughts aside because I shouldn't worry about being seen with the person that I love – whoever that may be! And so I had therefore always convinced myself that if someone should spot us then so be it, I would handle it causally and coolly because loving Jack was not something I was ashamed of.

A little while ago perhaps, just after the incident with Suzie and the stopwatch and everything, when Jack and I first 'got together' and it was all very secretive and guilty and meaningless I did feel like I wanted to hide what was going on, that I didn't want my friends to find out… but then I fell in love with him and suddenly it didn't really matter all that much anymore, I wanted people to know… I wanted to tell Rhiannon… I just never thought it would have come out like this. Needing a second to think, I cut across the situation with another (not quite as rude) 'So?' remark.

"Having dinner, with a man, in a restaurant." She repeated, over emphasising the point.

"So? You have dinner with Tina." I threw back defensively, cursing myself for not being brave enough to just come right out with it.

"Not in town. Susan said he was gorgeous. Like a film star. Like an escort." I had to work hard to cover up a slight choke then.

Escort? ESCORT? I am still highly offended by that, even though we had a proper chat after this strange and brief, yet significant, conversation in which she did eventually apologise for that remark but still! I mean, I know I'm no Jack… but as if I would hire an escort to take me out to dinner! I'd so much rather stay at home and cook a meal for one for myself and eat it alone, wallowing in my miserable singleness, there's a lot more dignity in that!

"He's my boss."

I shot back the remark, wanting to clarify for now that at least he wasn't an escort, while I worked my way up to clarifying just exactly who Jack is to me. You could have told me that it would be hard to tell Rhiannon about Jack, to tell anyone outside of our tight knit Torchwood friendship group about him, that people would be surprised and have a cornucopia of questions and I absolutely would have believed you… but never would I have anticipated it being this difficult. I felt reluctant to tell her the truth, worried about what she would think and how she would react, and also a little embarrassed as we had never really discussed relationships in much detail not even Lisa or Johnny; on the whole this had been perhaps one of the most peculiar conversations I've ever had with Rhiannon, and that includes a discussion on who would win at an arm wrestle out of Bruce Forsyth and the Queen…

"She said it was intimate. I said, "Well, he's had girlfriends," and she said, "Well, no girl was getting her feet round that table, no chance." Have you gone bender?"

I only half heard the sentence up until 'have you gone bender?' which struck through me quite firmly. Because, well, I haven't… I'm not gay, and I'm not even really sure if I could describe myself as bisexual as right now Jack is the only person I can contemplate being with – male or female, so I guess that makes me 'Jacksexual' then (I'm already regretting telling him about that theory), but I had no idea how to explain that to Rhiannon. At least the stark and brash tone of the comment snapped me into my senses, and helped me realise then that if she could so bluntly come out and say it without any awkwardness, then she would be fine with it all. That she would accept it without hesitation and, quite frankly, not really care a great deal that it was a man that I was currently (and will always be) in love with. I took a deep breath, and decided that with great trepidation I would try and explain everything to Rhiannon.

But then I remembered Mica who had come down to join us shyly an hour or so back, still sat just a few metres away from us on the sofa.

"Mica's hearing this." I reminded her while simultaneously buying myself a couple of seconds extra thinking time.

"She's not bothered. Her friend Sian's got two mothers." Rhiannon said matter of factly and encouragingly.

I paused, silent for a minute.

"Go on" She urged me further out of my nerves.

But I still stood silent… I knew that once I had begun and revealed the truth initially, that everything would be fine, I would recover from these sudden nerves and be able to talk freely about the my wonderful gorgeous, insane, brilliant, sexy, hilarious, intelligent and childlike male boss that I was pretty much as in love with as one could ever be with another person. But it was starting out that was difficult, suddenly a million and one ways of phrasing a suitable response buzzed throughout my mind, making me feel nauseous and unable to make even the most unintelligible of sounds.

"You never tell me anything these days. Dad died, that was it, you were off. You couldn't wait. Like I did something wrong. I didn't, did I?"

Oh god the guilt I felt earlier. I know that I don't see Rhiannon, or Mica or David as much as I should do and as much as I'd like to, and I feel terrible that I'm always cancelling on the because of Torchwood related issues… but hearing her say it, it just… and to think that she thinks she's done something wrong… it breaks my heart a little. So I decided to give her what she wanted, tell her what she wanted to hear – if nothing else it's far easier, and far nicer, for me to be able to talk about Jack with her than it is to start talking about Dad.

"It's not that. It's my job, it's difficult, it's... he is very handsome." I stumbled through clumsily.

"No!" She said – shocked, astonished and thrilled all at once.

"Now stop it." I warned jovially, fighting the ridiculously large and dopey looking grin that was threatening to break through my calm, casual resolve. Relief filled me as I realised that I'd just done it, just came out and admitted it (near enough) and that everything was fine and I felt wonderful.

"You're kidding me! Really, though? Really?...Christ almighty!"

"Oh you know me; I'm not one for jokes… I'm more about the sarcasm" I replied grinning, accepting a quick hit at my upper arm from Rhiannon.

"He's nice, though? Is he?" She asked, ignoring my comment and keeping things relatively serious but not so much so that I felt uncomfortable.

I rolled my eyes; trust her to start getting all protective and big sisterly. "He's wonderful and yes - really very handsome - but don't tell him I said that as he's also rather full of himself" I said quite honestly.

"Oh is he now?" She laughed. "Oh, my God, I still I just can't… I mean, since when?" She said, still not quite over her initial intense reaction.

How on Earth was I supposed to go about answering that? Even with regards to a 'normal' relationship it's often hard to pin point exactly how long said relationship has been going on for, but with Jack and I it's near enough impossible. I mean, you could take it from the first time that we kissed back after the Brecon incident… in which case it's a little over a year for me and a little over two from him… if we're counting 'the year that never was'. Or you could take it from the first time we… or perhaps from after Jack came back and we had our first 'proper' date, in which case it's been about 6 or 7 months for both of us.

"Oh I don't know, a while… it's complicated… a bit vague you could say." I replied, hoping that would satisfy for now.

"Wow… I just I mean, have you always been umm…?" She asked and I knew what she was getting at. I suppose Lisa had been my only really succesful (ish) long term relationship, and I've always had lots of close friends who are girls... but never that many girlfriends but... well, I wasn't lying when I told her it's all a little complicated!

"It's weird. It's just different. It's not...men. It's… it's just him. It's only him." I stumbled through a reply, speaking honestly and blushing a little towards the end, worrying that maybe I was perhaps being a little too honest.

"Bloody hell! Oh, I'm sorry… I mean, it's fine, it's all fine… I just…" She burst out laughing and I joined her.

"I know, it's a bit of a surprise… perhaps not quite as much as a surprise as it was for me of course" I said still laughing.

"I don't suppose so no! So… who's taller?" She asked, eager and desperate for information.

"I... err…" Actually, funnily enough I'm genuinely not sure… may have to check this one out.

She continued to quiz me and chat to me generally, though almost always focusing solely on Jack and what was 'going on there', for a good hour more and when I started to makes my excuses to leave – for the second time today – as I now had to get home to cook dinner etc. she invited me to stay over for dinner with all of them and I realised then that we hadn't actually had dinner together for about two years. Willingly I obliged and sent a quick text to Jack letting him know that a) I would be absent for dinner, and b) that I'd told Rhiannon and that everything was great except for the fact that she was now dying to meet this man of mine who her friend Susan had dubbed worthy of the silver screen. He seemed to find this most amusing:

Sorry but you're going to have to fend for yourself this evening (please don't use the oven – I don't want to come home to find my kitchen burnt down, or the hub's kitchen for that matter!) as Rhi's asked me to stay for dinner. I'm glad I came today, it's been great to see her again, I'll have to make time for it more often. I told her about you… sort of… well, she told me – we were 'seen' by one of her friends and, well, conclusions were drawn - she seems desperate to meet you, apparently her friend Susan described you as gorgeous. Ianto x PS: I know you hate categorising everything, but I think I've found one that's very appropriate and that you'll definitely like – I've decided that I must be Jacksexual.

Lovely, you stay as long as you like, I'll be here waiting for you when you want to come home. Excellent, I'd love to meet her – I haven't met a Jones that I didn't like yet! Oh and let her know that her friend Susan has near excellent taste, she just needs to notice that Rhiannon's brother is also just as gorgeous. Jack x PS: Jacksexual… I like it… but I think I need further proof that you fit into that particular category.

I decided not to share the full nature of the text with Rhiannon, I just let her know that Jack said hello and that he was looking forward to meeting her. Personally, I am more than a little dubious about how a meeting might go between the two of them… I mean, Rhiannon may suddenly turn all protective and inquisitive and threateningly older siblingy around him, and Jack might be ridiculously and inappropriately 'touchy feely' in front of her… and they might not like each other… But, I suppose that that's a worry for another day, and that for now I should just be content with the fact that I've survived 'coming out' to my sister. It's really been quite an eventful day for one that didn't involve any aliens.