John Hart was bored. He was cuffed to a chair, in the dim and bloody cold, interrogation room that served Torchwood. He had to admit, the room was intimidating, and everything about it was built to insight fear. John Hart was angry. His asshole of an ex-lover had captured the heart of a man that neither of them deserved. Now they were both vying for the other man's heart, yet the longer this went on, the more he fell for the Welshman, and the more he found out about how poorly Jack had treated him.
"The sex must be amazing Jack. I can't think of any other reason for Ianto to stay with you." John railed at the air, knowing that his every word was being monitored in one way or another.
"I mean your selfish, arrogant, thoughtless, not just your personality either, if memory serves me you were just as bad in bed." John rolled his neck, popping is shoulders against the cuffs.
"But you know what? Since you've been with Ianto you aren't nearly as bad. You're still a bastard though. Ianto is head over heels in love with you, He won't even look at anyone else. Hell he even dumped you, and he's still loyal to you." John laughed bitterly leaning his head against the back of the metal chair.
"He won't even speak ill of you Jack. He dumps your sorry arse, I treat him like royalty, and he doesn't even bat an eyelash." All the anger was gone now, as he sagged in his seat.
"He is impossible not to like isn't he. Like bloody catnip. Lures you in with his beauty, keeps you with his personality, seals your fate with his wit, and charm, and kindness, and loyalty. Even if that loyalty is placed in something that will ultimately destroy him."
Jack could hear Owen speaking quietly with Tosh, while he continued to stare at the image of Ianto belting out on stage. Tosh's gentle tap on his shoulder brought him around.
"Jack, Hart has been ranting at you for the past hour, I haven't checked the footage yet. You want to-" "No, We are all tired, go home Tosh, get some sleep, Ianto will be alright and Hart isn't going anywhere. Get some rest."
The technician nodded scurrying out of the HUB she new Owen could handle things with out her.
Owen put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Right. Jacky boy? Take a nap. I'll take care of Captain crazy for now, oh and, please shut your door if you plan on watching anymore videos of Tea-boy's singing?"
Jack managed yet another blush, and Owen shook his head, he had to admit, Ianto defiantly pulled off that whole confidant dark rock look. The doctor shook himself, not appropriate. We need to leave the drooling over Ianto to the Captain.