AdventChallenge Bingo - Thicker than water (Prompt 19 - Family Drama)
Title: Thicker than water
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Gwen
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Prompt 19 - Family Drama at adventchallenge
Gwen slammed the phone on the desk and let out a disgruntled sound.
Jack couldnt help but stick his nose in. 'Problem?'
Gwen groaned again. 'Just the usual family drama at Christmas. We had lunch planned at my parents play, but now Rhys' mum is complaining about us coming over for supper afterwards. Apparently it takes too long to drive back from Swansea and she doesn't want to have a late night. This coming from the same woman who complained last month that she didn't want to do Christmas lunch because it was so much effort to put on a full Christmas dinner spread and that she'd have to start cooking first thing in the morning to have it all ready.
Honestly, I don't know what that bloody woman wants. She drives me mad. We should just tell them all that it's too much trouble to have Christmas with everyone's families, but no, everyone wants to spoil Anwen, so no one is willing to give up Christmas Day. And don't even get me started about trying to have them all in the one room at the same time. Christmas at our place last year with the four of them was a nightmare!'
Jack wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Oh, to have Gwen's problem of families fighting for quality time together. He and Ianto would never have that issue. Ianto's parents were both dead, and Jack's wouldn't exist for another three thousand years. Even if he could use his vortex manipulator, he couldn't see them in the future any more than he could take Ianto back to see his in the past. Both their families were lost to time.
What he wouldn't give to be able to see them again, and to show them what he'd made of himself, and more importantly, to introduce them to the man who meant more to him than anything in the whole universe, past and present. They might not have Christmas where he'd grown up on Boeshane, but there were annual feast days he still missed, even now after so many decades.
He wished he could have known Ianto's parents too, so that he could understand more of what made the man tick, what kind of people had raised him, the stories they'd have to tell about the Ianto they remembered before he and Jack had ever met, and to tell them how proud he was of his lover and all that he'd achieved. He'd gotten some insight from Ianto's sister, but there were still so many questions left unanswered, so many traits he wished he could see shining through from the generation before.
Instead, he'd learnt to be grateful for what small graces they did have. He might not have any family left, but Ianto's sister and all of their brood were as close as any family he could hope for. They might drive him crazy in their own way, but he wouldn't change any of that for the world.
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