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Ianto was not too sure about this and turned to Jack once more to quietly mutter, "Will this be believable do you think?"
"Yeah" Jack assured him, "Yesterday was grand, all good. Just a bit of splashing and we are done. Remember to trust me, I won't let your face go under the water when I grab you, promise."
Ianto nodded and wadded into the knee deep water, cursing at the fact it was cold. Too much to warm the bloody stuff? Shit. Wouldn't be so bad but for the fact he then had to lay in that and gods, his balls shot straight up into his groin like a pair of mice into their hole. Jesus wept.
Action was yelled and it all began as he lay there freezing, trying not to shiver, then cut was yelled and he sat up with surprise only to find he was the one being advanced in.
"Is it too much to ask for you to be bloody still!" the man screamed, "Why the hell are you flopping about in the corner of my…"
He had stormed into the water and looked down with shock as he backpedalled from the cold, "What the fuck! It's freezing, didn't anyone add hot to this pool?"
Ianto sat blinking as the place erupted and Jack stated to complain. Fair enough. He was going in there next, right? Ianto nodded his agreement when he was hoisted out and Jack was throwing the Great Coat around him and holding him against him to warm him as he continued to shout about fair workplace safety. Felt sort if nice and Ianto let his head fall onto that lovely shoulder for a moment.
Jack felt a cold nose nuzzle his throat and he hesitated, then held Ianto tighter.
"I don't fucking care if the coat is wet, get me another. I am going in there and will be wet in a few minutes anyway, right?" Jack roared, "Hells teeth, you want to make him sick? I am sure that would be good for ratings, a sneezing butler!"
Ianto giggled softly and then drew back, feeling the water and then clambering back in, "I won't be here to sneeze remember? Come on Jack, let's get this over with before I start singing soprano."
Ianto settled on his stomach in the now warm water and tried to think happy thoughts as the place erupted gain. Then came the moment when Jack was to turn him over and find him dead, gone. It had been disappointing to learn this would be his final episode, that he was only in it for four but given Suzie's single one it was not all that unexpected. After all, not like he had a main part, he was more port of the scenery, right?
So when Jack seized him up out of the water and gasped his name, slapped at his face he struggled to remain lax.
Dead.
Then lips, warm and gentle at first but then becoming fierce and demanding as a tongue explored his mouth and Ianto reacted, rearing back and gasping for air as he stared at the man holding him as a lover would, his hand still cupping his jaw lovingly as Jack looked into his eyes.
Ianto felt something shift deep inside, something he thought he would never feel again and it sudden made him nauseous as he realised he was lying in a pool of water kissing a man while an entire crew watched eagerly.
Ianto struggled from the water and took off, his heartbreaking as he felt his love growing by the second, how could he. How could he love again, how could he betray her like this. Shit, shit, shit.
He was running across the lot that served as the Plass for some scenes when Jack caught him, trying to comfort him and he knew the others were behind them, calling out.
He swung.
God it felt good. Then he remembered he had left his jacket on set, the pocket watch with Kayla's photo inside still there, hanging on the back of the casting chair with his name stencilled on it.
He ran back for the set as they now pounded after him again and he yanked the jacket from the chair with loud nosy sobs that horrified him.
"Ianto, Yan please" Jack begged.
"No!" Ianto sobbed, "I'm gone. I'm done. Cut for what you have and use my double for any more, I am not doing any more. Dock my last pay if you have to but you can all go to hell."
Ianto fled the lot, the screech of tires satisfying as he imagined lazy days with the kids back at the Lighthouse.
No more bullshit.
Ianto was NOT doing this anymore. He was going to be a librarian, or a barista or something.
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The Pilot aired that Friday night, Ianto careful not to answer the phone or check e-mails. He had spent the last few days in seclusion with the kids just being …well…real.
He didn't watch. Unbeknown to him…almost six million other people did.
And they all saw Ianto.
And promise of THAT kiss.