16 May 2011 – 1:22pm
By the time Jack and Ianto had seen the long list of flats the estate agent had arranged for viewing, Jack was positive he knew enough about linoleum, wood laminate and vinyl tile flooring to last him a lifetime. If he never heard the words "granite countertop" again it would be too soon.
He kept checking in with Tosh but other than a Weevil sighting – real Weevils, not Wonky Weevils – and a false alarm, the Rift had been quiet. He felt guilty spending so much time away from the Hub, but Gwen reminded him of how many times he would field overnight alerts on his own. Tosh agreed that he was more than deserving of a bit of time off.
Gwen did, however, inform him there was a phone meeting with the Prime Minister on Wednesday at two o'clock. He knew he'd been out too long when he was starting to actually look forward to it.
Ianto had been far less picky about his flat than was Jack. While Jack was sure only a couple of them were right for the young man, Ianto had looked surprised.
"Why," Jack asked, sitting in a coffee shop across from the Welshman. "How many are you considering?"
"There's quite a list," Ianto stated, laying out several pieces of paper. "I'm especially fond of this one here."
He pointed at one of the first flats Jack had decided was nowhere near the quality he'd accept for Ianto. Now it was Jack's turn to look surprised. "Really?"
"Yes," Ianto nodded, looking back down at the paper and then up at Jack. "What's wrong with it?"
"Well, it's not even in Cardiff, for starters," Jack complained.
"I don't mind living outside the city, sir," Ianto advised, smiling.
"It's also tiny. And on the third floor."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "There's only one of me, and the third floor is perfectly fine."
"But there's no elevator, Ianto!"
Jack frowned. "No…I'm not."
"Alright, what about this one?" Ianto asked, pointing to another flat.
"It had red carpet."
"What, Ianto? It's tacky!"
Ianto shook his head, still smiling. "You're impossible, Jack."
"Not impossible," Jack replied, returning the smile. "Just…"
"I was going to say particular."
"Hey!" Jack pouted, lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. "I just don't want you to settle, that's all."
Ianto sighed. "Okay, sir. What flat did you think would suit me, then?"
Jack smiled, glancing at Ianto's neat list. "This one," he said happily, indicating an address with an asterisk. "I loved this one."
"I marked that one because, while I liked it, it's well out of my price range on a coffee shop budget."
It was Jack's turn to sigh. "It was perfect, Ianto. It faces the water, it's only on the second floor, it has a balcony, and all the appliances and flooring are new. Plus, there's room for a large bed."
Ianto's eyebrow crawled higher. "And exactly what size bed were you envisioning?"
"Oh I don't know," Jack grinned, winking. "I figured the furniture shopping would be next. And then draperies. There's a great place right on the edge of the city…"
"You're scaring me."
"Yes. The last thing I knew you had a penis."
Jack laughed out loud, grabbing Ianto's hand. The man was smirking at him, eyes twinkling. "I think you should take the flat, Ianto."
"I just can't afford it."
"Come to work for Torchwood."
"Sir, we've discussed this."
"Please, Ianto? You don't have to do field work. I'll pay you to make me coffee, and maybe clean up a bit."
"Oh, so now you need a butler?"
Jack grinned. He remembered that conversation all too well. "Archives then."
"Oh, yes, bore me into coming to work for you."
"Myfanwy misses you."
"Are you trying to tempt me with a pterodactyl?"
"Why not? It worked for you."
"Of course it did. I was wearing a suit."
"And I sure did like that suit."
"You liked me out of it, as well, if I recall."
"Still do, Ianto," Jack smirked. "Still do."
"Ah yes," Ianto said, rolling his eyes. "This really is home."
18 May 2011 – 1:58pm
"I suppose that's that, then," Ianto said, closing the file of paperwork he'd just finished signing. He'd drop it off with the estate agent that afternoon and be able to move in by Monday. "I'm still not sure how you managed to talk me into such an expensive flat."
Jack pulled him into his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. "It's my amazing charm."
"Of course," Ianto smiled, winking, before he turned to pick up a stack of paperwork on Jack's desk. He placed it atop his folder.
"I'm the dashing hero, Ianto."
"Well," Ianto smirked. "You are dashing. I'll give you that."
He moved through the door and over to an empty workstation, sitting down and beginning to sort through the mess Jack had left for himself. He winked at Tosh who bit her lip and then bent her head to the task she was completing.
"Don't over-inflate his ego, Ianto," Gwen teased. "He's too full of himself as it is."
"Oi! Ianto!" called a voice from the medical bay.
Ianto's eyebrows shot up. "Yes, Owen?" he answered.
"She's right! Don't encourage him!"
There was a giggle from Tosh and Gwen, and Jack just shook his head, moving to stand close behind Ianto. He leaned over and pressed a kiss below his ear, whispering, "They've missed you."
"And the Prime Minister misses you, sir," Ianto replied.
Jack snorted, shaking his head as he walked back into his office, closing the door. Ianto smiled at him and winked and then turned back to his sorting. Jack slipped into his chair, just as the phone began to ring.
"Prime Minister, and how are you this fine day?" he greeted cheerfully.
But it was the man on the other side of his glass door that had him smiling. There'd been a huge hole in his heart when he'd lost Ianto, like a piece of the puzzle that made up his life was gone. Having him back, regardless of which reality he'd been born into, was far more than Jack could have ever hoped for.
He still loved the man who now lay in Cold Storage, and always would, but he had been given a second chance, and he wasn't going to let it pass him by.
Ianto had sacrificed everything in order to find him. Jack vowed to sacrifice everything to make him glad that he did.