#thenamescaptainjackharkness

The Jones household is lovely if you're looking at it from the outside.  A lovely shade of green coats the house, giving away the image of a family that's got itself together.  That all changes, however, as soon as you step inside.  One step and you feel a chill run over you.  Nothing's as it should be.  Sure, it's completely spotless, almost to the point of slipping on the floor if you aren't careful and watch where you're stepping.  No, that's not what's being talked about here.  Not by a long shot.  What's being mentioned is the overall atmosphere of the house.  You can be completely by yourself in a room and still feel very uncomfortable.  Ianto Jones, the youngest of the lot, knows this feeling all too well.  

He's currently seated on the only couch the house has to offer, hands clasped together in a way that gives away what his face and body posture refuse to.  Nerves.  He's nervous, almost to the point of being so unlike himself that he's unrecognizable.  The man seated across from him eyes him with a look that doesn't help that feeling in Ianto's stomach.  The news that's been delivered to the father a few minutes prior to this, rather unnecessary, staring contest has left him in a state of shock.  Not that a passerby could tell one way or another.  His father has a way of masking his shock so that he looks... indifferent.  It's annoying.  

"Say something," Ianto suddenly blurts out against his better judgment.  His father takes another few more moments to stare, nothing in that expression changing, before he clears his throat  

"You're getting.... married."

"To a man."

Something in his father's expression darkens and Ianto finds himself straightening his position on the couch.  He's never liked that look but it's a different time now.  He's a grown adult.  He doesn't need to be afraid of the expressions his father makes.  

"And... I'd like you to be there."

"No."

Ianto's been expecting that reply.  He hadn't expected what happened next.  One minute it's quiet, the next there's a vase flying at the young man's head.  Ianto's able to dodge it just in the nick of time.  He doesn't cringe when the vase collides with the wall.  What else would happen?  The couch is now covered in glass so, in order to avoid any injuries, he gets off it and settles for standing for the remainder of this conversation.  His father's on his feet now and there's no questioning what he's feeling.

Anger.

"I raised you to be a holy man, Ianto Jones."  The volume of his voice raises with every word.  "I DID THE BEST I COULD WITH YOU AND RHIANNON!"  Before Ianto has time to think of what to say next he finds himself pushed against the wall beside the couch, a hand on his throat making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

"Your sister turned out alright, didn't she?  Got a husband and two kids of her own.  Kids she HAD, NOT KIDS SHE HAD TO ADOPT!  I thought that's what you wanted too, Ianto."  With a sneer he kicks out Ianto's feet, causing the young man to land on the floor on his side.  

"This CAPTAIN of yours' infected you with a disease, y'know."  Ianto's eyes are closed.  He's getting flashbacks to those younger years, the years he's tried so hard to block out.  But he isn't crying.  He doesn't cry.  What's bubbling inside him is anger.  

"You go have your little 'wedding', lil' Jonesy.  Don't come whinin' to me when you've got some kinda problem."  His father's on his knees now, right at Ianto's side.  A hand grabs the back of his neck and squeezes.  Ianto lets the tiniest squeak escape before opening his eyes.  He lifts his head and stares his father down, no blinking involved.  He never blinks in this sorta situation.

"I tried," he hisses, his expression distant.  Cold.  

"Don't try again," his father hisses back.  Ianto's face is smashed into the floor.

The world around him goes back.  

When he wakes again he's in his bed at his flat.  Peter and Xavier sit at the foot of the bed, watching him expectantly.  The look in their eyes say About time you woke up.  There's sudden movement from the space next to him and he turns to see Jack leaning on an elbow, eyes sparkling with a happy grin on his face.  Ianto manages a weak grin back.

"How'd you find me?"

"A few hours without coffee had Owen going out of his mind.  Told Tosh to track you down."

""S'not creepy at all."  An odd feeling starts in the pit of his stomach.  "What about my father?"

Jack's eyes darken.  "Told him he'd better expect a visit from me within the next week or so."

"Jack--"

"Ianto, we're not arguing about this."

"I don't want you doing anything you know you're gonna regret somewhere down the road."

"Not gonna come to that."

"What are you-"

"Ianto Jones, will you allow me the opportunity to serenade you in front of your father?"

"Oh my god."  Ianto groans and covers his face with his hands.  Behind those hands, however, lies a smile no one's ever seen him wear.

"Don't..." Jack tries pleading, his face still buried into a fluffy ball of heaven.  Sure the blanket and pillow are more than enough to keep him warm but the absence of Ianto's body is all too obvious.  It's enough to make him turn, lean on an elbow, and stare.  To top it all off Ianto's slipped on that damn robe, now hiding what'd, quickly, become one of his favorite pick me ups in the morning.

Ianto merely rolls his eyes before leaning down to peck a kiss on Jack's lips.  "Mam taught me to open doors, Jack.  I do what she says.  It'll only take a minute."  With that he's out the door and down the hallway in record time.  Not one to like the phrase 'take a minute' Jack slips out of the comfy bed as well.  He doesn't want to put on anything, considering it's 6 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday and he should be in bed anyway, but he does all the same.  His boxers go on but they ride low on his hips.  There.  Everyone's happy.

"JACK!" Ianto suddenly cries using that tone of voice he gets when he spots a potential accessory for the coffee machine, "GET OUT HERE!"  With the brightest of grins on his face Jack does as he's told, making his way out of Ianto's bedroom and into the living room where his lover's voice had come from.  "What is i-.. Oh."

There, on the floor, is a puppy.  Another puppy.  One that isn't Xavier.  Ianto seems all too pleased to have a sudden addition to their pets.  His lifts his head to see Ianto smiling at him with bright, childlike, eyes.  That expression never fails to get Jack smiling back.  If only it came out more often.  The older man steps into the room, around the new puppy, over to where Ianto stands.  

"Santa brought Xavier a playmate!" Ianto all but squeals, moving his hands to cover Jack's which are now making themselves at home around his waist.  Jack leans forward, resting his chin on his lover's shoulder.  

"Santa?  What makes you think he's behind it?"  

He doesn't need to look to know Ianto's wearing that same smile from before.  "Just a feeling."  Jack also doesn't need to ask whether or not they're keeping the furry thing.  He can tell.  He can always tell.

Ianto's voice breaks him from his train of thought.  "I want you to name him, Jack."

"Hmmm.  Peter."

"Peter?"

"Peter."  

"Alright then.  Peter.  Peter and Xavier.  Better go get him and let them get-"

"Not right now, Ianto.  I dunno if you've noticed but it's 6:09 in the morning on a Saturday and I'm exhausted."

"Well you can go back to bed and..."

He stops mid sentence, biting back another bright smile as Jack practically drags him away.  "Make yourself at home, Peter.  I'll give you the grand tour later."

"Much later."

The bedroom door falls shut behind them.  

"You said you wanted to sleep."

"Mmmhm."

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Pursuing an alien all the way across the Atlantic ocean was not Tony's idea of fun. The clearly stolen spaceship had crashed through to New York before upping and shooting away when SHIELD had gotten too close. With Thor on Asgard, that had left Tony in sole pursuit. 

Which suited him fine in some ways, because it would give him the chance to identify the alien and work out what it wanted and why it was here before SHIELD tried to lock it up and experiment. 

But still. It wasn't exactly the Tinker's idea of a fun afternoon. 

The spaceship slowed as it neared the British mainland and Tony was about to circle it and try to communicate when it stopped short, crashing straight into Cardiff Bay. Tony winced.

Jack was always the possessive type. It’s not like he could help it, he was just raised under the belief that if something was yours, don’t let anyone else take it away. Now he could share, on occasion, no problems with that at all. Unless, of course, what he was sharing wore suits, had adorable, bright eyes, smelled like vanilla and coffee beans, and was named Ianto Jones.

No way in hell would he ever be sharing that.

Jack, for the longest time, felt like he had taken Ianto for granted. He never quite realized just how cared for he was whenever he was with him. You’d think he would’ve gotten that. Ianto was almost never gone from his bed the next morning, like most people were, and if he was out of bed, he was still in the Hub, making a fresh pot of coffee for Jack to start the morning with. It had taken a while to finally get it through his own head that he was loved, by the most perfect man in all the world.

Now that they were engaged, Jack always did everything he could to let Ianto know he was appreciated and he was adored, and that Jack wouldn’t give him up for the world. He knew Ianto knew these things, (but he still reinforced the idea whenever possible), but some people didn’t seem to get that.

"Why did we even hire her…" Jack said, huffing angrily as he made a point of wrapping an arm around Ianto’s waist, pulling him as close as he could get.

When he felt Ianto’s arms around his neck, he looked back at him. He gave a sigh and ran one hand up his back, “I know that, but I still don’t like that everyone looks at you like she does…” He grumed.

In order for Ianto to have no idea just how much he was appreciated he'd have to be blind.  Luckily that wasn't an issue; he had the best eye sight in his tiny group of friends.  Every little thing Jack did for him Ianto took with open arms and a bright smile.  He'd tried, several times, to convince the older man that some of the things he did weren't necessary.  Of course everyone knew how those conversations ended.  Each time they took place during work hours Ianto would leave Jack's office looking defeated.  It wouldn't stay that way for long, however.  As soon as he reached the coffee maker the goofiest smile crossed his lips.  It was really happening, he'd always think to himself.  

He was wearing a similar expression standing there in Jack's arms.  He knew the man could get territorial but over him?  When had that-- that must have been going on for quite some time, way before a ring came into the equation.  A familiar tingling sensation ran up his back when Jack's hand started to move.  The man holding him had the cutest expression when he got like this, only difference this time being that it was too cute.  Ianto just had to lean forward and snag those lips for a few moments, which was exactly what he did.  After he was done, and had pulled away, back into his position from before, his eyes remained on Jack's lips a second too long. 

He finally had enough energy to lift his eyes, now looking into that beautiful shade of blue he'd grown to love so very much.  Ianto distinctly remembered Jack dragging him out of the woman's eye sight that day.  It brought another smile to his face remembering how protective his fiance had been that day.  "You saw her, Jack.  She's resourceful, knows her way around a cabinet, we need all the help we can get.  Shall I go on?"