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Los Angeles County
Downtown Los Angeles
Ianto Jones looked around the room, his warm brown eyes taking in all of his surroundings. The woman sitting next to him was a county social worker who was helping facilitate the setting of young Ianto with his cousin Dr Kelly Brackett.
'Don't be nervous now, Ianto.' Miss Coeburn said softly as she patted the boy's arm.'
'I'm not.' Ianto stated. 'I met them both when I got hurt, so I know they're nice. Johnny came to see me at the hospital a few times.' Ianto sniffed a few times then tried to wipe his nose on his shirt sleeve.
'Don't do that,' the woman softly chastised the boy, 'use a tissue.' She handed him a box of Kleenex so he could blow and wipe his nose properly. 'How do you like it here in L.A.?'
'It's warmer than back in Cardiff.' Ianto said softly, 'I miss the rain.' His Welsh accent putting soft accents on his words. 'Doesn't it ever rain here?'
'Oh, once in a while we might see a drop or three.' Miss Coeburn joked. 'Last year I think we got a whole whopping ten drops of rain.'
They were both laughing when the door opened and several people walked in.
Dr Brackett and John Gage were the first to enter the room. They sat at the table across from the boy and the social worker. Next to them sat a man dressed in a nice suit. Kel turned to him. 'I told you he was a good looking young man.'
'You sure did,' Mr Andrew Black of Smith, Wesson, Black and Brown stated.
The other official looking people had taken their seats and the proceedings began.
Ten minutes later Ianto walked out of the room between John and Kel with a smile on his face. He didn't care at that moment if he never saw Wales again, he was happy just to know that he was going to be living on a ranch with real live horses and that he'd get to learn to ride one of them and maybe even get a pony of his own.
'I never thought I was going to get him to sleep.' Kel said as he sat down on the couch next to Johnny.
'Why don't you go grab us some beer and I'll switch on the game, then we can watch it for an hour or so before we have to crawl into bed and go to sleep. Tomorrow will be here quickly and we have a lot to do with the kid like go shopping with him and get him enrolled in school, you know, parent stuff.' Johnny did his best to stiffle a yawn then kissed Kel on the cheek.
Kel brought the beer into the family room and they snuggled on the couch for an hour watching the Dodgers beat whatever team they were playing. They then shut off the TV and walked slowly up the stairs heading first to Ianto's room to check on the boy, then to their own room to get ready for bed.
A scream tore both men from their sleep. Johnny was the quickest, his firefighter reflexes and ability to snap near to totally awake in less than 45 seconds enabled him to make it down the hall and into Ianto's room before Kel had even pulled his robe on.
'Shh, it's all right Ianto,' John pulled the now crying young lad into his arms. 'It's all right, cariad.'
Ianto sniffled and his crying slowed as he was rocked in John's strong arms. 'My tad is dead.' Ianto spoke softly. 'I miss him so.'
'I know Ianto. It's going to be alright. Kel and I will take good care of you. I promise.' He laid the boy back and brushed his hair off of his face. He then handed the boy a tissue. 'Here, blow.'
Ianto blew his nose then handed the tissue back to John, 'Thank you.'
'You're welcome. Would you like something to drink?' John asked as the young boy laid back down.
'No thank you, I'm sorry.' Ianto sniffled as he snuggled into the covers.
'No need to be sorry, little man.' John and Kel sat with the boy until he fel back to sleep. 'Never feel the need to say sorry.' John said softly as he turned off the lamp and they left the bedroom to return to their room for some more sleep. They both hoped their charge would have some peaceful sleep.