11
"Hey"
Ianto knew it was coming and thought he was ready but that warm voice made him start, swinging to face Jack as he struggled to do up his fly. The Gents was not the ideal place for this conversation.
"Look, I'm sorry. I know I overstepped the mark and I now know where your proclivities lie, I will be more careful" Jack said softly, "OK? Truce?"
Ianto nodded, not able to speak for fear of blurting out that he wanted to talk about it, explore what had happened but instead he looked away.
"So, the next episode, I am hoping you are ready for it because we are going mad" Jack grinned as he walked to a urinal and began to undo his flies, Jesus, Ianto swung away with horror as Owen slammed in.
"Shit, you weren't…you know…polishing his nob were you?" Owen chortled as he slammed into a stall and Jack looked in the direction of the stall with anger.
"Actually Owen, I was just telling Ianto the next episode is going to be filmed in as many continuous shots as we can, we will actually be staying away overnight" Jack said and Owen snorted.
"Bugger that, I sleep in me own bed mate!"
"No, we have two nights way" Jack said with a stubborn jut of his chin, "Check your contract. It stated you will be working out of the studio."
"What?" Owen squeaked, "That means…ah shit. Location work."
"Yes. Keep playing up and I can make it three" Jack finished peeing and shook, then tucked it away, Ianto till trying to stare a hole in the mirror as he stared into his own wide eyes, washing his hands vigorously.
"What do you say Yan?" Owen yelled out, "Gonna go off grid?"
"I love camping" Ianto said as he felt a need to defend Jack, "We must embrace our customs!"
"Oooo, I like that" Jack said then swung to leave, the paper towels being grabbed as he shot out of the toilet, "Embrace our customs. Embrace our camping."
"What the hell" Owen said as he exited, tucking his shirt in, "He's off on one. You know, he really likes you. Jack and I have known each other for bloody years and he's not fought like that for anyone before. He wanted you back even before the ratings came in along with the comments about 'Jeeves'. They got the while butler thing."
"I was all for chucking it in actually" Ianto sighed, "My agent all but offered me her first born to reconsider leaving. I don't know if I can do it though, I am not as healed from my wife's death as I thought I was."
"They were bastards for pulling that." Owen huffed, "You know, when I first saw you I wasn't sure if I would like you or not but now I know you are just as fucked up as me I kinda feel better. Is that bad?"
"No Owen" Ianto laughed softly, "Actually it makes me feel better too. Us fuck-ups have to stick together ya know."
"Yeah, we won't survive otherwise" Owen agreed "Any idea where this bloody episode will be shot?"
"No, I am not sure about his camping excitement though" Ianto warned, "I don't know him as well as you do but I feel he is more than slightly…cheeky. His practical joking and need to surprise may not work in our favour."
"Especially when there are no fucking scripts either" Owen sighed and Ianto swung to look at him with horror.
"Oh my gods, what the hell will Gwen say then?" he asked and Owen started to laugh.
"Shit mate, I'd not thought of that, Jesus. Good one. Hope we get some scenes together" Owen said as they headed for the door and Ianto agreed as they headed for the Reading Room, knowing it would be chaos.
"But what will I say!" Gwen was raging as she demanded a script of some sort, "Just some general pointers then!"
"No" Jack was sitting at the table with his feet up, enjoying her horror, "It is all going to be reality. I know what is happening, of course, and I have a few little surprises. You just have to remember this is an Alt-Reality and everything is under control so do not lose your shit."
"I don't like this" Owen said softly as he leaned against Ianto, Andy moving to flank.
"You don't like it? I'm not even in it. Good thing I get a holding fee" Andy snorted and Ianto pouted at him, his bottom lip out as Andy gasped with fake insult.
"If you three are finished" Jack called out and Ianto realised everyone was watching like he was back at school or something, "Be ready to leave at six in the morning, Owen one complaint and we can make it five. We will need to film a few opening scenes before we hit the road. Your clothing will be likely stuffed so don't wear what you love."
"OK" Ianto sighed as he looked at Owen, "That? I don't like."
Gwen wailed "What the fuck am I going to wear then!"
"God, kill me now" Owen muttered, "I fucking hate the countryside."