Guilt: Redux - 2/17+Epilogue
Title: Guilt: Redux
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, references to Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: Ianto knows he should be happy. He has his work and he has Lisa. Again. Finally. He knows he should be happy.
Author's Note: Alternate ending to Guilt - events of Guilt up to around ch50 take place. This picks up many months later... (There's a short recap of 'what you NEED to know from Guilt' before chapter one, if you haven't read it)
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens in this...
Recap & Chapter One
Chapter Two
Ianto was still layering the lasagne to put in the oven when there was a knock at the door.
Before he could call out to her that he would get it, Lisa had the door open and was welcoming Jack in.
“I brought dessert!” Jack called, holding up a box and looking ridiculously pleased with himself. Ianto grinned at him from the kitchen door and went back to the lasagne. Jack appeared behind him a minute later, hovering with his cake box.
“Where do you want this?” He waved the box gently.
“Anywhere,” Ianto told him, not turning around as he spread an even layer of cheese on top of the lasagne and picked up the whole dish to put into the oven. As he had anticipated, Jack got there before him and had the oven door open and waiting. They’d performed this dance many a time; Jack was turning up in time to help with the final dinner preparations more and more often as time went on.
Lisa had a DVD set up and ready to play when they got back to the living room. “About forty minutes until food,” Ianto said as he took his usual place in the middle of the sofa. “What are we watching tonight?”
Jack sat down on Ianto’s other side and picked up the DVD case from the side table. “Ocean’s 13. Again.”
“I like it,” Lisa told them. “If you don’t want to watch films that I like and you two don’t, then stop leaving me in charge of picking what we watch.”
“Well, most of the time it isn’t a problem,” Ianto said reasonably. “There aren’t many films we disagree on. And I can deal with it the few times we do.”
“Couldn’t we watch something else instead? Anything else? I still haven’t seen The Matrix, you keep putting me off,” Jack whined exaggeratedly. “Please?”
Ianto frowned slightly, knowing that - rather like he and Jack with Ocean’s 13 - Lisa wasn’t particularly fond of Jack’s suggested alternative.
Lisa pretended to consider it for a few moments before shaking her head. “Nope. Maybe afterwards, if I’m not too tired.”
“Fine,” Jack pouted. “But next time, I’m choosing the movie.”
Lisa shrugged. “If that’s what you want to believe…” Picking up the remote, she hit play.
The DVD was paused when the timer on the oven sounded, telling Ianto that his lasagne was ready. The three of them crowded around the tiny dining table in the kitchen to eat. Conversation flowed slowly, but easily, as they dug into the food, demolishing both the lasagne and the strawberry Pavlova Jack had brought.
Secretly, Ianto was wondering if Jack had some ulterior motive attached to his food offerings; every time he’d turned up with food it had been a messier dish than the last.
While Ianto finished clearing the dishes, Jack and Lisa headed back for the living room to resume the DVD. Ianto couldn’t quite work out if he was pleased or not when he returned to find that Jack had taken up his own previous position in the middle of the sofa, leaving one end for Ianto.
As Ianto had rather expected would happen, Lisa was almost asleep on Jack’s shoulder before the movie ended. He had to shake her gently awake as the end credits rolled, holding her by the shoulders as he guided her towards her bedroom.
Kissing her forehead, he bade her goodnight and ushered her through the door. Jack was already collecting up his boots and greatcoat when he went back through.
“You know, it’s not even ten o’clock yet,” Ianto said, switching off the TV. “Still early. You don’t have to rush out just because Lisa went to bed.”
Jack nodded but didn’t stop lacing his boot. “I know, but I should probably be getting back to the Hub.”
Ianto suspected that was a dodge but, as he wasn’t willing to examine the possible reasons too closely, he let it slide, and held out Jack’s coat for him to slip into.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said as he accompanied Jack to the front door.
“Yes. Don’t forget that Owen wants to see Lisa for a check-up sometime tomorrow morning. If the world doesn’t try to implode before then, of course.”
Ianto smiled indulgently as Jack stepped out the door. “I’m remembering, Jack. Frankly, I’m a little insulted that you’d think I’d forget.”
Jack shrugged and grinned, and then he was gone.
Ianto closed the door and leant against the back of it. Dropping his head back, he let out a sigh.
Chapter Three
Comments and concrit (yes, really) are adored. Comments = <3
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, references to Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: Ianto knows he should be happy. He has his work and he has Lisa. Again. Finally. He knows he should be happy.
Author's Note: Alternate ending to Guilt - events of Guilt up to around ch50 take place. This picks up many months later... (There's a short recap of 'what you NEED to know from Guilt' before chapter one, if you haven't read it)
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens in this...
Recap & Chapter One
Chapter Two
Ianto was still layering the lasagne to put in the oven when there was a knock at the door.
Before he could call out to her that he would get it, Lisa had the door open and was welcoming Jack in.
“I brought dessert!” Jack called, holding up a box and looking ridiculously pleased with himself. Ianto grinned at him from the kitchen door and went back to the lasagne. Jack appeared behind him a minute later, hovering with his cake box.
“Where do you want this?” He waved the box gently.
“Anywhere,” Ianto told him, not turning around as he spread an even layer of cheese on top of the lasagne and picked up the whole dish to put into the oven. As he had anticipated, Jack got there before him and had the oven door open and waiting. They’d performed this dance many a time; Jack was turning up in time to help with the final dinner preparations more and more often as time went on.
Lisa had a DVD set up and ready to play when they got back to the living room. “About forty minutes until food,” Ianto said as he took his usual place in the middle of the sofa. “What are we watching tonight?”
Jack sat down on Ianto’s other side and picked up the DVD case from the side table. “Ocean’s 13. Again.”
“I like it,” Lisa told them. “If you don’t want to watch films that I like and you two don’t, then stop leaving me in charge of picking what we watch.”
“Well, most of the time it isn’t a problem,” Ianto said reasonably. “There aren’t many films we disagree on. And I can deal with it the few times we do.”
“Couldn’t we watch something else instead? Anything else? I still haven’t seen The Matrix, you keep putting me off,” Jack whined exaggeratedly. “Please?”
Ianto frowned slightly, knowing that - rather like he and Jack with Ocean’s 13 - Lisa wasn’t particularly fond of Jack’s suggested alternative.
Lisa pretended to consider it for a few moments before shaking her head. “Nope. Maybe afterwards, if I’m not too tired.”
“Fine,” Jack pouted. “But next time, I’m choosing the movie.”
Lisa shrugged. “If that’s what you want to believe…” Picking up the remote, she hit play.
The DVD was paused when the timer on the oven sounded, telling Ianto that his lasagne was ready. The three of them crowded around the tiny dining table in the kitchen to eat. Conversation flowed slowly, but easily, as they dug into the food, demolishing both the lasagne and the strawberry Pavlova Jack had brought.
Secretly, Ianto was wondering if Jack had some ulterior motive attached to his food offerings; every time he’d turned up with food it had been a messier dish than the last.
While Ianto finished clearing the dishes, Jack and Lisa headed back for the living room to resume the DVD. Ianto couldn’t quite work out if he was pleased or not when he returned to find that Jack had taken up his own previous position in the middle of the sofa, leaving one end for Ianto.
As Ianto had rather expected would happen, Lisa was almost asleep on Jack’s shoulder before the movie ended. He had to shake her gently awake as the end credits rolled, holding her by the shoulders as he guided her towards her bedroom.
Kissing her forehead, he bade her goodnight and ushered her through the door. Jack was already collecting up his boots and greatcoat when he went back through.
“You know, it’s not even ten o’clock yet,” Ianto said, switching off the TV. “Still early. You don’t have to rush out just because Lisa went to bed.”
Jack nodded but didn’t stop lacing his boot. “I know, but I should probably be getting back to the Hub.”
Ianto suspected that was a dodge but, as he wasn’t willing to examine the possible reasons too closely, he let it slide, and held out Jack’s coat for him to slip into.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said as he accompanied Jack to the front door.
“Yes. Don’t forget that Owen wants to see Lisa for a check-up sometime tomorrow morning. If the world doesn’t try to implode before then, of course.”
Ianto smiled indulgently as Jack stepped out the door. “I’m remembering, Jack. Frankly, I’m a little insulted that you’d think I’d forget.”
Jack shrugged and grinned, and then he was gone.
Ianto closed the door and leant against the back of it. Dropping his head back, he let out a sigh.
Chapter Three
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