Featured: a promise made
TW: Teaching Jack Valentines 2You could have cut the tension at the dinner table with a blunt object. Rhys sat in stony silence, chewing his food violently before shovelling more in. Jack ate slowly, watching Rhys with amusement, and shooting glances at Gwen who hadn't touched her lasagne. After 10 minutes of unbearable silence, Gwen set her knife and fork down next to her untouched food.TW: Teaching Jack Valentines 2 by ~moonrush
"Seriously Rhys? Why are you being so bloody sullen?" Rhys paused, a loaded fork stopping mid-way to his mouth. He looked surprised.
"What? I'm just enjoying my food." Gwen rolled her eyes.
"No Rhys, you aren't, you're sulking like a child. I know you aren't happy that Jack's here but you could at least make an effort."
"Make an effort? Why should I when the smug bastard is sat in my flat, eating my food, when I could be enjoying a lovely evening with my wife!" He dropped his fork loudly onto his plate and stood up, scraping his chair back. Jack leant back in his chair, and chuckled quietly. Gwen shot him a 'stop that right now' l
TW: Teaching Jack Valentines 1"So let me get this straight. In all the lifetimes you have lived, you have never come across Valentines Day?" Gwen rolled her eyes.TW: Teaching Jack Valentines 1 by ~moonrush
"Not 'never come across it', just never indulged in it, never really seen the point." Jack grinned and leant back in his chair.
"Well never mind that, do you want to come or not?"
They were in Jack's office and Gwen had been trying for the last five minutes to invite Jack out to dinner with her and Rhys. It was more out of kindness than actually wanting him to come; as charming as he was, Jack seemed to have a negative effect on Rhys. It was all Ianto's fault; he wanted Jack out of the Hub long enough for him to prepare his 'surprise' and had persuaded her to invite Jack over to hers to share in her and Rhys' romantic evening. The trouble was Jack was being incredibly difficult.
"I'm just not getting why you want me to join you for the one evening in the year where you two are guaranteed to have sex. I mean, I'm flattered, but I can't really see Rhys goin
TW: Janto: Tidying UpIanto Jones liked to tidy up. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that, he just liked things to be neat and tidy so that if, in a crisis, someone (probably Jack) shouted:TW: Janto: Tidying Up by ~moonrush
"Oh my god where the hell is my 'insert item here,'" Ianto could pop up with a quick "Here it is, sir." That way the crisis could be quickly and easily resolved without making too much of a mess.
Jack didn't seem to understand this. To him, there was order in chaos, when Ianto knew full well that there wasn't. His tendency to leave pizza boxes lying unchecked around the Hub drove Ianto insane, especially when he was the one, on a routine tidy-up, that discovered a half-eaten Meat Feast festering beneath last week's case files.
Now Tosh, she understood, she was on Ianto's wavelength about organisation. Her desk was impeccably clean, with her files labelled according to contents, importance and date. Her computer systems worked so well, Ianto reckoned, because she was so organised and she knew where every litt
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