Hello! this is part two of the, er *cough* Christmas *cough* special. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!
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As usual, Torchwood does not belong to me :(
Ianto passed the phone back to Jack, a cautious look on his face. Bracing himself, Jack held the phone to his ear. 'listen' said Afan. 'I don't know what you're playing at, turning my son into one of you, but I know what will make you disappear. I'll pay you to pack your bags and get the hell away from my son.'
Jack sat frozen for a minute, scarcely believing what he was hearing, and spat back down the phone 'I would die first!' Silence, then, 'You know, it has been a while since I've had to teach Ianto a lesson. But if that's what it takes to straighten him out, that's what I'll damn well do. And I'm not above straightening out Rhiannon either.'
Jack had refused to tell Ianto what his father had said, despite Ianto's assurances that he was okay. He didn't want Ianto to worry about Rhiannon; he had enough on his plate in the Hub. But his decision hadn't stopped Afan's words swimming around in his head, and he often found himself bringing up the CCTV outside Rhiannon's house, to make sure they were okay.
The shrill ring of the telephone sounded, distracting Jack from his thought, glancing out his office door, he could make out Ianto, fishing around in his pocket, before extracting his mobile with an air of triumph.
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'Mr Jones?' said a clipped voice. 'Speaking.' Ianto was only half listening, his mind distracted by the jobs he still needed to get done before lunch, and he still hadn't received Gwen's report on the-
'-gone missing.' Ianto frowned, realising he had completely forgot about the man on the other end of his mobile. 'Sorry?' 'The John Doe, Mr Jones. It says here that you were the one who was with him he died?' Ah. The mystery man. 'But, he's dead,' said Ianto stupidly. 'How can a dead man go missing?'
'Well,' said the voice, sounding a bit embarrassed. 'We realised we needed to do the autopsy, and when we went to fetch him, the, er, body was missing.' Ianto frowned, completely confused. 'When was this?' The voice was quick to answer. 'About a month after he came to us sir.' A month!
'Why did you take so long to do the autopsy?' Ianto demanded. He had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. 'Well, I don't actually know, it was as if we'd completely forgotten about him. In fact, it wasn't until we found the files that we knew the man was here, and when we checked, no body.'
Ianto pressed his fingers against hi temples, trying to make sense of it. 'I spoke to various police officers, as well as medical staff. A Dr Patel spoke to me. Surely you can't have all forgotten him.' The voice was apologetic now. 'Well, Dr Patel claims she has no recollection the man, and it is her signature on the reports, along with DS Parker, who also claims to have no knowledge. We were wondering if you could shed some light on the situation?'
Ianto caught sight of Jack, smiling tenderly at him, and pointing to his watch. Being Christmas eve, Jack was going to take him out to dinner. Giving him a wave back, Ianto spoke quickly into the phone. 'I'm sorry, but I had never met the man before. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an important appointment.' Jack winked. 'Goodbye, and sorry again.'
'Ooh, so I'm an important appointment, am I?' Ianto laughed, firmly pushing the strange man out of his head. That particular mystery would have to wait. Leaning up a kissing him quickly, Ianto laced his fingers through Jacks, and the two of men left the Hub, relishing being a normal (well, almost) couple for the evening.
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Jack had insisted on blindfolding Ianto, so he didn't know what restaurant they were going to, and despite his protests that he had a completely innocent reason, Ianto was suspecting ulterior motives. 'Come on cariad! How daft am I going to look walking in blindfolded!' Jack had effectively silenced his protests, and Ianto now sat next to him, grumbling about fiftieth century pheromones and foul play.
Jack was so excited as he exited the car, he could barely get the door open for Ianto. Putting an arm round his, Jack led his boyfriend to the deep red door and inserted the key, leading Ianto into the hallway. Ianto realised they weren't in a restaurant and shifted uncomfortably, dying to find out where he was.
Jack reached up and untied, the blindfold, letting it fall to their feet. Ianto gasped and looked around him in awe. 'You… you bought a house?' Jack smiled and nodded, drawing him closer and leaning his forehead against Ianto's. 'It's our house. Merry Christmas Yan.' Ianto smiled tearfully, throwing himself on his immortal lover. 'Merry Christmas Cariad.'
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Ianto pulled a t-shirt, beaming to himself. Less than twenty four hours ago, he had been living in a tiny apartment, filled with memories he'd rather forget about. Now he was living with his amazing boyfriend, and about to spend Christmas with his wonderful, if slightly deranged, family. And he couldn't be happier.
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'Wow' beamed Tosh; holding up a pair of fabulous shoes she and Ianto had spotted the other week. She threw her arms around the man, still grinning. 'Thanks Yan, I love it!' They'd decided to do secret Santa this year, and as soon as Ianto picked Tosh's name, he knew just the present for her. Honestly, the girl didn't treat herself enough.
Owen had bought her some perfume as well, being her boyfriend (her insides still squirmed happily at the word) and she was already planning a night out for all of them. Tosh then handed Jack the present she'd bought for him, and watched with internal delight as his face lit up and he beamed at her.
In Jacks hands was a photo album, which Tosh had filled with pictures of the team. But Tosh, being Tosh, had gone above and beyond in her efforts to make it a brilliant Christmas gift. She had spent hours going through CCTV, and managed to track down various pictures, Jacks favourite being the one of him and the Doctor hugging goodbye. She'd even managed to nab a couple of baby Ianto pictures from Rhiannon, much to Ianto's embarrassment.
Jack reached up a pulled Tosh into a tight hug, still beaming. 'Tosh, it's… its brilliant! Thank you so much!' Tosh laughed and hugged him back. 'Not a problem!' But Jack knew the Japanese woman's hidden motives. The photos were covered in a film that Jack knew for a fact was fire and water proof, and the photos would age. Now Jack had photographic memories of them all, so he wouldn't forget them, no matter what. Distracting himself, he turned his attention to Owen, and watched him open his present.
Jack didn't really know what to get Owen, and finally settled on a six pack of beer and an envelope. Owen opened the envelope and grinned at Jack. Inside was a twenty pound note and a piece of paper that read,
By order of the great Captain Jack Harkness, I award thee and a certain beautiful Japanese woman two days off from Torchwood duties! ;)
Owen grinned, already planning a weekend away, and showed Tosh, who cracked up laughing. Owen had got Gwen for secret Santa, but as she was on her Christmas cruise, he had given hers before she left, some bath stuff. And Gwen had got Ianto. Ianto was a little nervous about Gwen's gift, so he was pleasantly surprised to see she had bought him a deep red tie. Needless to say Jack had already begun thinking up different uses for the tie, and Ianto quickly decided to give him his present, in order to distract him.
As Jack had bought him their house for Christmas (and refused to let Ianto pay for any of it, much to his chagrin) Ianto had splashed out on Jack's present, buying him a new iPod, after his old one had gotten shot, and a new watch. Wanting to add his own touch to it, Ianto had engraved Rwy'n dy garu di on it.
Jack was touched. 'Yan, it's beautiful. What does the engraving say?' Ianto grinned and raised his eyebrow. 'What, after all this time you still can't speak Welsh?' his eyes softened. 'It says 'I love you' cariad. And I do.' Jack kissed him firmly, drawing an 'aww!' from the girls, and pretend vomiting from Owen and David.
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Rhys knocked on the door, before stepping back to admire the house, thinking over yesterday fondly.
'Ianto!' Rhys called out, waving to his fellow Welshman. Ianto waved back, a stressed look on his face. 'what's up?' Ianto sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'Well, I've found out today that I'm hosting Christmas for two extra people, and why that wouldn't usually be too much, it means we're going to have very little food, and it being Christmas Eve, there is absolutely nothing available!'
Ianto grinned at Rhys then 'but I can't complain, I guess. At least we'll all be together. What are you doing?' It was Rhys turn to sigh. 'Well I'm going to me mams. But honestly I'm dreading it. My perfect brother's going to be there, with his perfect wife and perfect children. All I'm going to get from her is 'what happened with Gwen?' or 'When are you finally going to give me grandchildren?'
Ianto patted his back sympathetically then grinned. 'Well, I've already got two extra people. Why don't you pop round your mam's in the morning, and then come to ours for dinner? Gwen won't be there and we certainly won't be asking you for grandchildren.' Rhys burst out laughing and nodded, then grinned. 'And I've got a turkey for four at home. Want to use it?' Ianto whooped and threw his arms round Rhys, making the Welshman laugh harder.
The door opened at Ianto appeared, a little girl in his arms. 'Rhys! Come on in, the others are all dawdling in the kitchen watching me work my bottom off.' The little girl giggled and there was a shout of 'Hey! We are helping!' Ianto rolled his eyes, then winked at Rhys. 'Yeah Owen, cause drinking all my beer and yelling 'the meats not cooked enough!' is really helpful.'
The little girl tugged on Ianto's shoulder. 'I'm helping, aren't I uncle Yan?' Ianto ruffled her hair and smiled fondly at her. 'Yes you are sweetheart. Shame about your lazy uncle.' Rhys was grinning as he entered the kitchen, and for one of the first Christmas' in a very long time he was greeted with exclamations, hugs and a beer, and not with an empty room, a stroppy Gwen or his mothers incessant nagging. This Christmas, he thought, catching sight of a pretty dark haired woman sat at the table with a little boy. This Christmas was going to be better.