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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 22
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 577 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #22 - Temper
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack was forced to watch as Ianto stomped off, leaving him standing there like a third wheel, with only the glow of a single candle to keep him company in the otherwise dark and cold house.
At least Ianto wasn’t about to storm out of the house altogether, back down the road in the pouring rain to go and sulk in the SUV all night. It was just the kind of thing he’d do, even if it ultimately made him miserable. He’d rather stay there than concede defeat and return to Jack and the house. Ianto had a fiery temper that was mostly concealed and controlled to the point that people thought he was a pushover, when in fact nothing could have been further from the truth. There would have been every chance that Jack would go after him, only to find Ianto had locked all the car doors and would leave him standing there in the rain until he’d said sorry and been considered to have learned his lesson. It had been done before, albeit it hadn’t been raining on that occasion.
‘You couldn't have screwed things up tonight more if you'd tried,’ Jack muttered to himself. Every time he thought he was doing the right thing it had turned out to be the wrong thing. It didn't help that Ianto’s cold was making him more grumpy and irritable than usual. Jack was terrible when he was sick Ianto wasn't much better than him. Neither of them liked being anything less than one hundred percent ready to face whatever crossed their path. They certainly didn't know how to relax and take time to recover. Made for each other, Jack said to himself.
Perhaps if they'd started walking two hours ago they'd have reached a spot where phone reception would work and have been inside a taxi by now, on their way home. They'd be cold and soaked through but it was probably nothing a nice hot shower and a cup of coffee wouldn't fix. Next time something caught his attention on Christmas Eve he was going to ignore it. At least that’s what he told himself now, but he knew if it happened again next year he'd no doubt be out pounding the pavements just the same.
‘Sometimes you deserve what you get,’ Jack told himself. If Ianto was mad at him, then that was probably fair. He realised he probably shouldn’t let Ianto potter around the house on his own, certainly not trying to find a fuse box and somehow rejig it so that they might enjoy a little bit of warmth from a radiator, or at least a few lights. There was probably a generator down in the basement, and maybe even fuel for it. As he’d never had need of anything like it, he really had no idea what was down there. Should have spent more time getting to know the place, he decided, rather than just using it as a hideout for moping.
He sighed, deciding after a few minutes that Ianto would be best served by helping, or at least making an effort to help. Maybe it was an exercise in futility, but doing nothing wasn’t going to help Ianto’s bad temper. The last thing he needed was Ianto holding a grudge against him tomorrow, ruining their Christmas with his family. Jack knew, if it came down to it, which side Ianto’s family would take.
He groaned. ‘In laws,’ he muttered.
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 577 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #22 - Temper
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack was forced to watch as Ianto stomped off, leaving him standing there like a third wheel, with only the glow of a single candle to keep him company in the otherwise dark and cold house.
At least Ianto wasn’t about to storm out of the house altogether, back down the road in the pouring rain to go and sulk in the SUV all night. It was just the kind of thing he’d do, even if it ultimately made him miserable. He’d rather stay there than concede defeat and return to Jack and the house. Ianto had a fiery temper that was mostly concealed and controlled to the point that people thought he was a pushover, when in fact nothing could have been further from the truth. There would have been every chance that Jack would go after him, only to find Ianto had locked all the car doors and would leave him standing there in the rain until he’d said sorry and been considered to have learned his lesson. It had been done before, albeit it hadn’t been raining on that occasion.
‘You couldn't have screwed things up tonight more if you'd tried,’ Jack muttered to himself. Every time he thought he was doing the right thing it had turned out to be the wrong thing. It didn't help that Ianto’s cold was making him more grumpy and irritable than usual. Jack was terrible when he was sick Ianto wasn't much better than him. Neither of them liked being anything less than one hundred percent ready to face whatever crossed their path. They certainly didn't know how to relax and take time to recover. Made for each other, Jack said to himself.
Perhaps if they'd started walking two hours ago they'd have reached a spot where phone reception would work and have been inside a taxi by now, on their way home. They'd be cold and soaked through but it was probably nothing a nice hot shower and a cup of coffee wouldn't fix. Next time something caught his attention on Christmas Eve he was going to ignore it. At least that’s what he told himself now, but he knew if it happened again next year he'd no doubt be out pounding the pavements just the same.
‘Sometimes you deserve what you get,’ Jack told himself. If Ianto was mad at him, then that was probably fair. He realised he probably shouldn’t let Ianto potter around the house on his own, certainly not trying to find a fuse box and somehow rejig it so that they might enjoy a little bit of warmth from a radiator, or at least a few lights. There was probably a generator down in the basement, and maybe even fuel for it. As he’d never had need of anything like it, he really had no idea what was down there. Should have spent more time getting to know the place, he decided, rather than just using it as a hideout for moping.
He sighed, deciding after a few minutes that Ianto would be best served by helping, or at least making an effort to help. Maybe it was an exercise in futility, but doing nothing wasn’t going to help Ianto’s bad temper. The last thing he needed was Ianto holding a grudge against him tomorrow, ruining their Christmas with his family. Jack knew, if it came down to it, which side Ianto’s family would take.
He groaned. ‘In laws,’ he muttered.
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Date: 2022-12-22 11:14 am (UTC)