25
The weekend was almost here, Ianto waiting for the children at the school gates. Well, in the car as it was a sunny day and he hadn't eaten since…
Don't think about him.
Ianto's fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he wondered if he should spend one more night in the city, just to feed but the kids were pining for the lighthouse and he had promised going right home from school earlier in the week when he was going to leave them to go out for the….
Don't think about him.
It had been two days. Two fucking days and still no phone call or fucking text even….fuck it.
Thinking about him. Huh?
Ianto let his head fall forward to hit the steering wheel as he despaired, he was hungry. He wouldn't die, had gone several days without it before but the sun as so strong and he knew a fine weekend would be almost a physical pain, the weather forecast for a storm his only comfort.
His phone chirped and he almost reached for it then paused.
What if it's him?
Ianto let his hand drop, the decision to hide had worked for him on the past right?
You know what? Fuck him, he can take his tongue finder with him then.
Tongue holder?
Tongue depository?
Licky hole?
Ianto was still thinking of derogatory names for the man Jack wanted to kiss more than him when a thump on the side of the car had him lifting his head to look into the questioning gaze of his son.
Mica was clambering in the other side totally missing her father's distress but Ianto knew his son had seen it and he cursed softly. He didn't want them to know there was a problem, they liked Jack and although he had explained they were just friends he also knew they were not stupid.
The storm was blowing in as he drove and the sky darkening to match his mood, a nice wallowy weekend of sulking. The phone went again and he ignored it.
"Want me to get it?" Dafyd asked.
"No"
The phone went again and his son jolted, the desire to answer killing him so Ianto reached out to block the call, then turned the phone off.
Fuck him.
Enjoy your weekend with the other main cast members.
Ianto knew he was being childish but it had been a mistake to trust, to give himself to someone like that and he vowed to never be so stupid again. He knew he had doomed himself to a sad weekend but maybe he deserved it. Silly twat thinking he could keep a man like that interested.
"Tad?"
"Yes Daf?"
"You missed the turn."
Ianto sighed, snapping out of his anger and he realised he was headed into the village instead of turning for the point and he decided it was a good idea, "Ice cream. Lot of chocolate and some DVDs."
The children crowed as he offered a rare slumming weekend without his usual checking of their diets. Ianto looked at his son and decided he had been harsh lately, he was a wee bit pudgy but he had a lot to grieve for still.
Greif can manifest as a need for comfort food, yes?
"I need some" Ianto declared, "I am in a snotty mood. I really want to sulk, who's with me."
"YAY"
Ianto settled with his loves on the sofa with all the blinds drawn and the TV turned up to Theatre Mode.
He hoped it scared the fucking seagulls.
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"You look like shit"
"Thank you Owen, you look like a rat faced bastard so I guess we are both ready for the day" Ianto replied as he brushed past leaving Owen to snigger softly as he followed him inside.
"Wow, someone is really ready to shoot someone" Owen huffed softly, "Typical it's gonna be me."
Ianto was soon waiting inside on set, the gun in his hand already as Owen took his mark and as Ianto lifted it he hesitated, looking at Owen or a second and then lowering it again.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to shoot you."
"So?"
"I really could. This gun is loaded." Ianto said calmly as he raised it gently, "I don't know why there is a live gun on set but I am telling you it's really loaded."
"Blanks" Owen said as he shook himself, "Come one, Rift thingiee and bang. Come on, I wanna do the thing."
Ianto pulled the trigger and the noise made everyone jump, then the small hole in the set floor made Owen gape as he pointed, "What the fuck! That was really loaded."
"Really?" Ianto asked sarcastically, "Are you sure?"
What the fuck!" Owen spluttered, "What is wrong with everyone today? Jack was a right bastard at the fucking party as well."
"He's back?" Ianto asked with anger as he wondered who…ah what Jack had bought back. He almost asked who he had taken as his date but decided he didn't want to know. Obviously he had been right, not missed at all.
"Yeah, he's on the bloody cutting room with his masterpiece" Owen sighed, "He needs this and then a scene where we are all running down a street or something. Then you are done, Gwen has more with him though."
"Gwen?"
"Yeah, apparently we are doing the next episode as a tie on or a continuation or something."
Ianto turned to one of the producers sitting nearby, "What happened to the last few episodes that were going to be a two parts. The trek in the Himalayas?"
"Jack changed his mind" came the reply and Ianto huffed as he watched the man in question enter the studio.
Right.
Ianto dropped the gun and stormed past the still complaining Owen to seize Jack by the lapel and drag him into the loos.
Somehow, I don't think Jack was going to get the reaming he would have liked.
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Steady on now, let's all remember Ianto is jumping to conclusions a bit and Jack and always been slow on the uptake when he does something wrong. Maybe Gwen is right and there is an expaination. The old Jones Hit-and-run might be showing a bit.