Owen reached his target first. A black box sealed on all sides, nearly concealed in the smoke. He picked it up shaking it slightly fore running back the way he came. "One building down Tosh, some sort of cube. You can check it out when we get back."
"Alright Owen, be careful I can't fix you."
"Yea, I know." Owen flexed his injured hand. "I really do."
Jack made it to the other side of the chasm, cursing himself for not seeing the door behind the computer. He hated wasting time, especially when every moment took him further and further from Ianto. He reached the computer, and the black clad figure of John Hart appeared on the screen.
"Hey Jacky boy, enjoy your climb? Listen, the last thing I need is for Ianto to be pissed at me for antagonizing you, so I figured I should apologize. I know what you remember of our, dates, but believe me when I say with Ianto it's different. Damn it Jack, if he would let me, I would have carted him off and had my wicked way with him in my own time loop."The image smiled, probably imagining such a scenario, Jack growled.
"But he won't Jack. This man has rules, and my big mouth brought them upon me. I promised him everything that you never gave him, surprise surprise, the only thing you did give him was sex. So guess what I don't get." The image of John pouted and Jack would have cheered, if it wasn't for the guilt curling in his gut. That really was all that Ianto got from him wasn't it.
"There you go Jack, my apology. I won't sleep with Ianto until he lets me." But John smiled cruelly leaning into the camera.
"But you better hurry; lord only knows how long he can resist." The image cut out, and Jack launched a fist through the glass angrily.
"Jack, grab that hard-drive, let me see what I can get out of it." Jack grunted pulling the computer box from the counter and storming through the door. John would not get his Ianto.
Ianto was in the shower. The door was locked, though he knew that it really wouldn't stop the fake Captain, it gave him some piece of mind. The thing was, Ianto was singing. From outside the bathroom John could hear it, the deep tones flowing from the walls, echoing around the vast room.
They captured him, carrying him to the door, where he leaned his ear against it, knowing that Ianto did not want any company, content to simply listen. His voice was amazing, dark and angsty, yet liquid. It flowed effortlessly, the pitch never wavering, as it carried over the sound of rushing water. When the water stopped, so did the song.
John quickly busied himself across the room, hoping to avoid an awkward situation.
Ianto dressed quickly, not wanting to risk John trying something, though he really doubted that the Captain would. He readied for bed, brushing his teeth and folding his clothes, he would probably be wearing them again tomorrow. He winced as his foot hit the cool tile cursing himself again for not wearing boots that night. He left the en-suite bathroom rubbing his hair with a damp towel, only to have John staring at him hungrily, taking a picture with, is that a cell phone?
"Hart. Really. Is photography of a man in his pajamas really necessary?" Ianto leaned against the door frame.
"It is when he looks like you." John raked his eyes hungrily over the Welshman, taking in the way the Pajamas sat low on his hips, a tantalizing gap of skin exposed from the edge of the red shirt. The way that the silk conformed to his every sinew and curve nearly had the Time Agent drooling.
"That bad huh?" John blushed slightly, trying to rein himself in. Self-control was one thing that he had very little of, and the one thing that the other man asked of him.
"Umm, no, you look, hot, umm so, sense when did you sing?" Ianto shrugged sitting on the edge of his bed before wrapping some more gauss on his injured foot.
"Forever ago. I was in a band for a long while. Through High school and Uni. We still get together every now and again; have a few CD's out and everything, no big deal." John gaped at him.
"What does Jack think of it?" Ianto shrugged.
"As far as I know, he has no knowledge of them." John frowned.
"Why not? Is it a secret?" Ianto shook his head.
"He never asked." That angered John. The immortal had this perfect wonderful man, and he never bothered to learn anything about him.
"Well it's getting late. I better let you sleep."
"John?" Ianto asked as the lights went out.
"Yea Eye Candy?"
"Blue Gillespie."