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Ianto took a Big Bird as they had started to call the monster choppers, heading for home. It took no time, these things moving fast like a fucking jet able to go long distances with little problem, finally settling on the roof of the building he lived with Lisa in.
The fact Jack could fly one not that surprising as Ianto knew he had to requisition a couple for the Town. Oh yes, John could fly one as well…. And Ianto could too. Not that he admitted it. One of the things Jack was learning about Ianto was that he did not toot his own horn. No, hiding himself under a bushel this guy… something Lisa should have known too. Clearly, she never took the time to really see him. Good thing Jack saw him clearly.
Ah.
Speaking of Lisa.
Ianto entered the penthouse and was annoyed to find strains of Lisa still there. Bugger. She hadn't collected all of her things? Well… never mind. He turned to the security guard standing nearby "Right… anything of Ms Hallett's is to be dumped. She has had ample time to get what she needed, get rid. Rubbish bags my good man… stuff it all in!"
Even as he said it, he knew with a sinking heart that he had to see her again if only to drop off the makeup kit on the bedside table that he knew had been her grandmother's. Bugger.
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The Hallett family were in the street outside the Hallett house talking to brother Marcus who had either just arrived or was just leaving a family meeting when the sleep limo rolled around the corner and towards them, stalking closer along the lane.
"My god, that's a gorgeous beast" Lisa's father spluttered as it drew to a stop and a man got out in a driver's outfit, rushing to open the back door. Ianto stepped out and shot his cuffs before reaching back down for the masculine hand that was holding out the makeup box.
"Thank you Cariad" Ianto smiled, straightening up to walk towards the people he hated most in the world, the box held out as behind him the driver energetically helped Jack dump rubbish bags on the sidewalk. Never let it be said that Ianto did not return things to their owners… well… like he took back form idiots what was really his "Lisa. You forgot this and I wanted nothing more of yours near me. As you clearly do not want anything from the penthouse I have brought your expensive clothing and shall have the space cleansed. But this… I think your mother here would be most annoyed if you did not get this back."
"That's for bloody sure" Mirs Hallett snatched it form Ianto's hand and then looked at the car "Where did that come from?"
Ianto did not answer, preferring to watch the horror crossing Lisa's face as a bag burst open and a ball gown tumbled out onto the sidewalk to reveal a huge tear along the side of it. Almost like someone larger had tried it on. Hmmmm. Wonder who would do that? The zipper was completely blown. She rushed for it with a strangled noise, the thousands of dollars' worth of frock clearly fucked now.
Jack leaned over the roof from the other side of the car and yelled "Come on Tiger. Eddie wants to know what a drive-thru is and there is a KFC down the block!"
"Coming lover" Ianto called back, then swung back to Lisa. "I know. Imagine that. You tossed away my marriage proposal as you thought I was not good enough for you. Shame you never took a moment to consider the possibility that I DID have money? Hmmm? Or have I upgraded instead.? Maybe my new lover here is the moneybags… gasp … maybe you did tch me what iy means to be worked over by a pro… and I do mean pro in every word… I will make sure that any man that goes near you will know what a gold-digging little bitch you are."
The Hallets all gaped as Ianto pivoted on his heel and minced back to the car before turning back "Oh yeah… but at least you can say that you are such a bitch that even a man who thought you were his queen could be turned bender from your nastiness. I can honestly say I will never have another snatch in MY bedroom!"
Ianto folded into the car and the doors slammed shut, cutting off the barks of laughter that was filing the vehicle.
The car began to roll forward, past them and then the wings slid out for the running board as the driver engaged and with glee John became a pilot again, giggling softly as he pushed the button to open the boot so the engine had room to blast…. Off.
Boom shakalaka bitch!
Damn, that felt good.
John was really enjoying this and knew he had finally found a home full of crazy bastards that were the family he never thought he would have.
"Bad Wolf Bay Airlines… gets you there in style!"
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And I am leaving this one here… yes. Some of you have commented that this is a good spot to stop… until the sequel. Yes. I do have the beginning of one in the brain box… and working on that and maybe one day there will be more to tell you about Bad Wolf Bay and the inhabitants… both foreign and domestic.
Thanks for reading.