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It had been a really, very lovely night and Jack felt quite a bit more grounded than he had immediately upon his return. There was nothing quite like an exhausting night of passion and a warm bed-mate to make everything feel more manageable in the morning.

Ianto smiled, probably more than a little bit smug. “I’m glad,” he replied affectionately stroking the juncture of Jack’s neck and shoulder. “I didn’t sleep, exactly, but I did rest far better than I ever did while you were gone,” he replied. “It was a pretty mutual ‘tiring out’, I think.” It was also reassuring to have Jack curled up against him, even if he also had no idea how long it had been, at all, since they laid down. He’d expected there to be some kind of discomfort or itch, or something, about the wrongness of losing his sense of time, but maybe so many years as a human, using multiple clocks and a stopwatch to keep him on track really had helped with the absence of his sense of time.

Really, it was nice to have a break from that much input, if he thought about it too critically.

It had been a really, very lovely night and Jack felt quite a bit more grounded than he had immediately upon his return. There was nothing quite like an exhausting night of passion and a warm bed-mate to make everything feel more manageable in the morning.

Ianto smiled, probably more than a little bit smug. “I’m glad,” he replied affectionately stroking the juncture of Jack’s neck and shoulder. “I didn’t sleep, exactly, but I did rest far better than I ever did while you were gone,” he replied. “It was a pretty mutual ‘tiring out’, I think.” It was also reassuring to have Jack curled up against him, even if he also had no idea how long it had been, at all, since they laid down. He’d expected there to be some kind of discomfort or itch, or something, about the wrongness of losing his sense of time, but maybe so many years as a human, using multiple clocks and a stopwatch to keep him on track really had helped with the absence of his sense of time.

Really, it was nice to have a break from that much input, if he thought about it too critically.

Jack smiled back just as warmly and cupped his cheek to kiss him again before standing up and offering Ianto his hand. He didn’t look where he was going as he walked backwards towards the bedroom, still holding his hand, but he only hit one wall, so it was worth it, especially when he didn’t need to break eye contact as he took off his top layer of clothing. “I’d like to explore you. You alright with that?”

He was such an eager learner, too, that Ianto tried to return all the attention he got from Jack as equally as he could, murmuring back quiet, awed comments about how wonderful and beautiful Jack was, and how glad he was he was home.

. He’d drifted after that realization, not quite sleeping, not quite awake, though the instant Jack was awake, he was too, and he smiled at him fondly, adoringly. “Hi yourself,” he replied warmly, before leaning down and kissing his softly, chastely.

Jack smiled back just as warmly and cupped his cheek to kiss him again before standing up and offering Ianto his hand. He didn’t look where he was going as he walked backwards towards the bedroom, still holding his hand, but he only hit one wall, so it was worth it, especially when he didn’t need to break eye contact as he took off his top layer of clothing. “I’d like to explore you. You alright with that?”

He was such an eager learner, too, that Ianto tried to return all the attention he got from Jack as equally as he could, murmuring back quiet, awed comments about how wonderful and beautiful Jack was, and how glad he was he was home.

“Right. Good enough for me.” Jack gave him a smile back and clapped him lightly on the shoulder, then only hesitated for a moment before pulling him into a quick, fond hug. “Tell who you want or not, but I’d like some updated files on fae threats you know about as soon as possible.”

Ianto returned the smile a little bit of tension going out from his shoulders when Jack pulled him into a hug. “Thank you, Jack.” He murmured quietly. He was obviously relieved, that Jack had not rejected him. “I’ll get things updated as quickly as possible.” Telling stories was, after all, one of his strength. “Would you like files on… me, my kind?” He added, more curious than anything else. He didn’t think anyone had comprehensive information on his particular kind of fae. 

He ended up not telling anyone. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them… but he didn’t know how to tell them, and maybe… yeah, he didn’t trust them. Nothing against humans, but he had no frame of reference about them knowing what he was beyond very short periods of times. 

However, he had skills none of the rest of them had. 

Namely, a form that could get up into high, otherwise unreachable places and retrieve probably alien, very shiny objects… yes, part of him would want to collect that anyway (there was a reason he excelled in archival work). Catching Jack by the arm, he made sure the comms were off before saying very quietly: “I have a plan, but I need you to damage control. I haven’t gotten around to telling them about… myself. But I can get the artifact, and I’m confident that it won’t hurt me regardless of what it is.” Most forms of radiation didn’t touch him, and he would heal from most injuries… as soon as he willed it. 

Physical forms were funny like that for him. Transient, variable. Subject to his will.

Useful, for his team, hopefully.

Jack didn’t seem to unhappy with him, at least. “Don’t worry, I’ll help with the aftermath of my mess, sir, just not initial reactions,” he made his tone just a little bit teasing, before stepping back from Jack and, with far less ceremony than he would’ve liked to use, taking a running leap upwards, transforming into a raven along the way, strong wings easily carrying him towards the artifact in question, which proved to be slightly larger than his beak allowed, so it took an awkward grab with both of his feet to lift it and carry it back down. He transformed on the way down, but getting hands back was a priority with the artifact, which he thankfully managed not to drop, and he stuck the landing.

“Right. Good enough for me.” Jack gave him a smile back and clapped him lightly on the shoulder, then only hesitated for a moment before pulling him into a quick, fond hug. “Tell who you want or not, but I’d like some updated files on fae threats you know about as soon as possible.”

Ianto returned the smile a little bit of tension going out from his shoulders when Jack pulled him into a hug. “Thank you, Jack.” He murmured quietly. He was obviously relieved, that Jack had not rejected him. “I’ll get things updated as quickly as possible.” Telling stories was, after all, one of his strength. “Would you like files on… me, my kind?” He added, more curious than anything else. He didn’t think anyone had comprehensive information on his particular kind of fae. 

He ended up not telling anyone. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them… but he didn’t know how to tell them, and maybe… yeah, he didn’t trust them. Nothing against humans, but he had no frame of reference about them knowing what he was beyond very short periods of times. 

However, he had skills none of the rest of them had. 

Namely, a form that could get up into high, otherwise unreachable places and retrieve probably alien, very shiny objects… yes, part of him would want to collect that anyway (there was a reason he excelled in archival work). Catching Jack by the arm, he made sure the comms were off before saying very quietly: “I have a plan, but I need you to damage control. I haven’t gotten around to telling them about… myself. But I can get the artifact, and I’m confident that it won’t hurt me regardless of what it is.” Most forms of radiation didn’t touch him, and he would heal from most injuries… as soon as he willed it. 

Physical forms were funny like that for him. Transient, variable. Subject to his will.

Useful, for his team, hopefully.

We have always been here. 

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Jack smiled back just as warmly and cupped his cheek to kiss him again before standing up and offering Ianto his hand. He didn’t look where he was going as he walked backwards towards the bedroom, still holding his hand, but he only hit one wall, so it was worth it, especially when he didn’t need to break eye contact as he took off his top layer of clothing. “I’d like to explore you. You alright with that?”