There were things I forgot to mention in the a/c for the last chap so I'll say em now real quick ^^".
The last chap was called 'Feeling Good.' After the cover by Muse, a song I really love and it was because of the line, 'It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, for me, and I'm feeling good.' Which I thought went well ^^"
Also I wanted to mention the great care I went to to make sure that not only did Jack not only not call Ianto by name, but the fact that he didn't even think his name until that chapter – I was so glad to get to that point because referring to Ianto only as the 'boy' or 'kid' was really starting to bug me XP
Either way, enjoy the bonus chap – it carries on from shortly after chapter 10.
It was a very cold and windy day in Liverpool.
'Liverpool? Why the hell are we in Liverpool?' A voice rang out, and the Saturday shoppers turned to its source, a pair of bedraggled looking men – one without a shirt.
'What's wrong with Liverpool?' the second man asked, looking vaguely amused as his younger companion shivered, shirtless in the sea breeze.
'It's in the north.' The boy hissed, leaning into the other man, trying to steal some warmth. 'I hate the north, it's so, northern.' The American raised an eyebrow,
'Has the Welshman even been to the north before?' he asked teasingly, and the boy looked a bit guilty,
'Well, no.' he said, 'but still, Liverpool?'
Jack rolled his eyes,
'We're on the run kid, if you're gonna insist on getting some shopping before we start we are hardly going back to London or Cardiff just for that, and besides – Liverpool is cool, good clubs in Liverpool.' Ianto frowned,
'Hey,' he pouted, 'aren't we on first name terms now?' Jack grinned and shrugged,
'And we are.' He said, before slowly adding; 'Ianto.' Ianto rolled his eyes, 'But you are a kid, so sue me if I call you one.'
'I'm twenty-one!' the younger man exclaimed, shoving Jack as they started to walk down a busy street, Jack chuckled – teasing the kid was just too much fun.
'And I'm so old I've lost count – you're a kid.' He poked Ianto in the forehead, 'And you're gonna be a kid for a looooong time.' He pointed out, ruffling the boys hair, Ianto swatted him away.
'Shut up.' He muttered and Jack laughed,
'Don't seem like such a good idea now does it?' he pointed out smugly, 'Little Mr. Talmara.' Ianto's look of mild annoyance was suddenly broaching on anger, so Jack was pretty surprised when the shirtless boy kissed him, and Ianto was grinning when he pulled away.
'Still seems like a great idea to me.' He said simply, starting to waltz off, 'But an even better idea right now, would be getting me a shirt.' The boy pointed to his naked torso, 'That cloud was cold.' Ianto span on his heel and walked off into the crowd, leaving Jack to follow.
'Lame, boring, too gothy, eww – too chavvy.' Jack watched in amusement as younger man slowly dismissed everything in the third clothes shop they'd gone into.
'Does it really matter?' the American asked, 'I thought the priority here was getting you a shirt.' He watched in amusement as Ianto turned to regard him incredulously,
'We're going on the run right?' he asked, and Jack nodded,
'Yes we are.' He said seriously,
'And we shall be running all over the universe right?' he added and Jack nodded again, keeping an eye on the shop assistant, who had been giving them weird looks since they came in,
'Yes we will.' He agreed, and then ducked when Ianto threw a shirt at his head,
'Then I need some decent clothes you pleb!' he said, laughing at Jacks reflexes as he threw a pair of jeans.
It was about thirty seconds before they were thrown out.
'See?' Ianto said, gesturing back at the door as they started down the street, 'Northerners.' He said, and Jack laughed,
'You were throwing shirts.' He pointed out, and Ianto waved his hand dismissively,
'Pah,' he muttered, and Jack chuckled, but then he noticed the kid was really shivering
'We really need to get you some clothes.' He said, putting an arm around him and Ianto leaned into him appreciatively.
'Fine.' He said, 'Where should we try next?' Jack shrugged,
'Somewhere better than the places we got kicked out of?' he suggested teasingly, and Ianto pouted thoughtfully,
'What do you think would be good?' he asked, and Jack made a non committal noise,
'Beats me,' he said, and Ianto stuck a tongue out,
'Then I just see what you like,' he said, entwining his fingers with Jack and concentrating as they continued down the street, Jack eyed him warily, he didn't really like it when the kid did that.
'Get over it.' Ianto muttered, and Jack sighed. After a moment, Ianto turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised. 'I am not wearing that.' He said, and Jack blinked.
'Wearing what?' he asked, and Ianto rolled his eyes,
'Don't pretend you don't know.' The welsh boy said, waggling a finger, but then walked off, looking very purposeful in his direction, once again leaving Jack to rush after him.
It was a military surplus shop. Jack looked at it blankly.
'And we are here why?' he asked slowly, but he figured he knew exactly why.
'Don't pretend you don't know.' Ianto said, repeating his last words, but Jack didn't reply. 'Look,' the boy said, 'whenever you picture yourself in your head you're wearing this big flappy' Ianto gestured with his arms, 'coat – a big flappy coat I notice you don't actually have. So we are going to get you a new big flappy coat.' Jack blinked, did he really imagine himself like that? Well, he supposed he did really. He nodded thoughtfully, and then kissed Ianto on the forehead.
'That, is very sweet of you.' He said honestly, 'But we are meant to be getting you clothes.' Ianto shrugged,
'Then I'll get clothes here.' He said, grinning, and dragged Jack inside.
'We need a coat!' Ianto announced as they entered the shop, and the aged scouser behind the counter looked at him wearily.
'A coat?' he asked, 'Any particular type of coat mate?' Ianto faltered then, before turning to Jack, looking embarrassed.
'Umm, ask him.' He said sheepishly, pointing at the American, 'I'll just look around.' He quickly disappeared into the depths of the musty smelling shop. The shop keeper looked vaguely panicked, turning to Jack for reassurance.
'Is he all right in the head?' he asked, and Jack smiled ruefully,
'All things considered,' he said, 'he's better than alright.' The scouser nodded slowly,
'That's as well mate,' he said carefully, 'but is he alright running around my shop?' Jack chuckled.
'Don't mind him, he's paying anyway. Now, about this coat.'
After about thirty minutes, Jack, and Steve the scouse shopkeeper, had found his coat.
'Ooo, I like it!' came a voice from behind him, and Jack turned around to see Ianto, dressed like someone straight out of the Battle of Britain.
The boy was wearing a beaten brown leather flying jacket, lined with cream wool, Jack could see a dark green pilots shirt on underneath with the top two buttons left undone and a black tie hung loosely and unknotted around his neck, and, to top it off there were a pair of heavy glass flying goggles sat on top of his head.
Jack just looked at him blankly.
'So I do look cute.' Ianto said triumphantly, and Jack couldn't help but laugh as Ianto stepped past him to the counter. 'We'll take all of it.' He said happily, handing over a credit card, the scouser raised an eyebrow.
'You alright to pay for this all mate?' he asked slowly, and Ianto shrugged.
'It seems I no longer require my university funds,' He said, 'so you're welcome to them.' The scouser blinked, looking at Jack,
'You sure about that?' he asked, and Jack shrugged also.
'Needs must.' He muttered and the shop owner nodded slowly,
'Whatever you say mate.' He said, and swiped the card.
'It really does suit you,' Ianto commented, 'the coat.' Jack smiled, and tugged on the younger man's jacket.
'And you do look pretty cute.' Jack said in return and Ianto beamed.
'Here you go son.' Steve said, handing back the Welshman's card.
'Thanks.' Ianto said brightly, 'You've been really helpful.' The shopkeeper smiled back,
'Considering the money came through o.k. – I'm glad to have helped.' The scouser said easily in return and Ianto laughed, 'So why are you quitting on the university lark then mate?' he asked good naturedly, and Ianto shrugged,
'Like he said; needs must.' He said simply, Steve nodded knowledgeably,
'Fall in with a bad crowd?' he asked, and Ianto blinked, before considering this,
'Kinda.' He mused, 'what makes you say that though?' he asked, and Steve shrugged,
'One hell of a tat you got there.' He said simply, and Ianto frowned, pulling his shirt over his neck so it wasn't visible anymore. The shop keeper frowned, 'Sorry mate, didn't mean nothing by it.' Ianto shook his head,
'No it's fine.' He said quietly, and Jack looked at him concerned.
'We should go.' Jack said, gently touching the boys shoulder, and Ianto turned to look at him, before very quickly saying;
'One last thing.' And running back into the shop, both Jack and the scouser watched him go, Jack sadly and Steve concerned.
'You gonna look after that kid?' the shop keeper asked, and Jack nodded,
'I'm gonna try.' He said seriously and the other man nodded. After a moment Ianto returned, this time with a silk scarf around his neck, matching his outfit and completely covering the marks on his neck, the boy threw the credit card back on the counter, muttered;
'Keep it.' Along with another thank you and walked straight out of the shop.
'Keep it?' Steve echoed, 'Where exactly are you going?' Jack sighed, starting to follow Ianto out of the store.
'Very far away.' He said simply, turning to look at the shopkeeper again, 'Thanks.' Steve shrugged and then waved them off.
Jack caught up with Ianto halfway down the street.
'Are you o.k.?' he started to ask but Ianto quickly interrupted,
'Just one last thing o.k.?' he said, 'then we can go.' Jack nodded warily.
'O.k.' he said, 'What is it?'
'I'm gonna write a letter to my Mum.' He said quietly, 'So she knows I'm alright.' Ianto looked up at Jack, 'Is that o.k.?' Jack nodded, putting an arm around him.
'That's fine.' He said gently.
'All done then.' Ianto said, dropping the envelope into a tall red post box, Jack watching him carefully and really wanting to know what had been in the letter.
'Guess so.' He said, as Ianto walked back towards him settling next to Jack on the bench they'd found overlooking the Mersey. Neither of them said anything for a moment.
'So where are we gonna go?' Ianto asked quietly, and Jack shrugged
'Far away.' He said simply, and Ianto stared out over the dirty river,
'How far is far away?' the boy asked,
'How long is forever?' Jack asked rhetorically, and Ianto elbowed him,
'Don't be a smartass.' He muttered, and Jack chuckled, Ianto smiling slightly in return, 'Good question though.' He added.
I want a flying jacket…
I think I prefer this chap to the actual last chapter, so I might just pretend that that's what it is, rather than something I'm choosing to tag on the end XP
This chapter makes me laugh for a number of reasons, firstly because a lot of it refers to how no one has bothered to put a shirt on Ianto since it was taken off in, um, chapter 6 I think it was, and he really must be pretty damn cold by now – it was raining in London for pity's sake XD. The second reason it makes me laugh is the fact I dumped them in Liverpool, which I did as it's my home city and the idea of Ianto dissing northerners made me giggle.
I hope everyone liked this last little bit of Finders Keepers, and feel free to review – as this is your last chance! ;)
But seriously, I can't thank all of you enough, but thanks, really.
Lots of love,
Try to Stay Alive soon!