Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto have a slight misunderstanding over breakfast
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: For red_day_dawning's prompt 'Honey'
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I love Janto: Yes, exactly! It's been well over a hundred years for Jack since he last saw John, while it's probably only been a handful of years for John. Jack has travelled with the Doctor, lived through more than a century of earth's history; he's adapted to living on earth to a certain extent, but more than that, he's grown, matured and left the man he was when he knew John far behind. He doesn't want to be reminded of the those days, doesn't want them tainting the life her has now, a life he's proud of and that he's worked hard for. John thinks he knows Jack, but he doesn't. Not anymore. The man he worked with, the one he thinks himself in love with, is long dead and buried as far as Jack is concerned.
Thank you!
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Jack sat at Ianto's kitchen table, reading the paper over breakfast.
"Sugar?"
"Yes, honey?" he looked up to see Ianto offering the sugar for his cereal. "Oh, sorry, I thought we were trying out endearments. Thank you," he added, taking the sugar and sprinkling some on his cornflakes.
"Endearments? Not that I'm aware of. And even if we were, I wouldn't call you 'Sugar'."
"Why not? Aren't I sweet enough?" Jack batted his eyelashes.
Ianto snorted.
"Only when you want something."
"So what would you call me?"
"A pain in the arse?"
Ianto kissed Jack's pout away.
"You're my Captain."
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The End