Slashthedrabble Challenge 493 - Take a picture

[m_findlow]

Title: Take a picture
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 493 - Memories at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack and Ianto seem to be missing something important from their photo collection.

Jack heard the thunk before he heard the accompanying “Ouch!” coming from upstairs. Setting down his computer on the table, he decided he’d better go and check what his clumsy husband had gotten himself up to now.

He jogged up the carpeted stairs, finding Ianto in the hallway, with half the hall cupboard scattered around his feet. ‘I thought you were tidying up?’ Jack said, ‘not making more mess.’

‘Well,’ Ianto began, setting his hands on his hips, ‘clearly someone else has just been shoving things in here willy nilly, otherwise none it wouldn’t have all fallen out the minute I went to get something off the shelf.’

Jack shrugged off the insinuation. So what if he didn’t put everything back perfectly? Stuff never fell out on his head. ‘So, what were you trying to do?’

‘I was looking for the box of photos. Now that we’ve got that nice photo album Gwen bought us, I figured we should put something in it. Then I remembered we had a bunch of loose photos tucked up here.’

‘That’s actually not a bad idea,’ Jack replied.

‘I thought so,’ Ianto agreed.

‘So, did you find them before everything decided to KO you?’

‘They’re just up on that top shelf,’ he said, pointing and reaching, sliding the box carefully out, trying to make sure nothing else was going to fall out and hit him. He carried it downstairs and set it on the table, before returning to tidy everything else away. By the time he returned, Jack already had them splayed all over the table, his report long forgotten.

‘Wow, these really bring back some memories, don’t they?’ Jack asked, still pawing through them.

‘They are from a few years ago, now,’ he replied.

‘Only, there’s one problem, Ianto,’ Jack said, frowning as he pulled more out, spreading them.

‘What’s that?’

‘Where are the ones with you in them? I’ve got Gwen and Owen and Tosh, hell, I’ve even got Rhys here. How come I don’t have any with you?’

‘Probably because I was behind the camera taking them,’ he said. ‘And some of these are from way back, before I was invited out on social occasions.’

‘What do you mean before you were invited?’ Jack said, sounding horrified. ‘You were always invited!’

‘Well, maybe I was just too shy to come along,’ he said, settling down in the chair next to Jack. He rifled through a few himself, remembering when and where they’d been taken.

‘I can’t believe there’s none of you!’ Jack cried, fishing out more.

‘Don’t be melodramatic, there’s loads of photos of us, they’re just all on your phone, or mine. These were taken with a proper camera. Here,’ he said, ‘there’s one of me.’

‘With Tosh,’ Jack replied disparagingly. ‘I think it’s high time we went and got some of them printed.’ A photo album with no photos of Ianto was just ridiculous. He didn’t need them for the memories, but it was the principle of the matter.