Title: "Come Fly With Me"
Rating: Adult concepts- but not explicit this chapter.
Spoilers/Disclaimers : Torchwood, belongs to the BBC and RTD, I’m just borrowing the characters.
Summary: Torchwood characters in a story set in the glamorous world of international travel!
A/N: A very short chapter, with not very much happening… BUT the next chapter is long and more or less complete and will be posted very soon. Thanks again everyone who’s reading, and sorry for my slow response to comments and reviews!
Chapter List: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1863.
As the weeks sped by, the Torchwood Annual Dinner was fast approaching, as was Jack and Ianto’s house move, scheduled for the second week of August. Since admitting to the crew that they were living together life hadn’t been half as difficult as Ianto had expected it to be.
Jack had made discreet arrangements for all future hotel rooms to be booked as doubles, arguing that the fact that he and Ianto were buying a house together put them on a level footing with any other co-habiting couple- a point which HR couldn’t dispute. And while they certainly hadn’t declared their relationship on the front page of the Torchwood Staff Newsletter, they hadn’t in any way made an attempt to deny anything- they just hadn’t really socialised with any other crews to the extent that they had had to make any announcements or reveal the true nature of their friendship.
Astoundingly the Captain’s crew had seemed, rather uncharacteristically, to have kept their news to themselves. They had exceeded both men’s expectations, and, with only one exception, appeared to wholeheartedly accept and support them. Gwen was that one exception, however her reaction to their relationship appeared to be borne out of confusion, or the inability to believe that the Captain that she had seemed to be so visibly attracted to, was now out of reach, and seemingly permanently attached to her fellow steward- but in the main she’d been able to manage to keep any seriously disapproving comments to herself. There had been that occasion in The Elephant Bar, where Toshiko had watched the two men leave together and seen Gwen gaping like a goldfish at their departure; she’d simply walked over and pointed out that perhaps Jack and Ianto were possibly the cutest couple she’d ever seen. She knew that Ianto would have cringed if he’d heard that comment, but- well- it had to be said, and Gwen hadn’t pressed her into further conversations about the couple ever since.
“…No, Rhi. It’s all sorted- it’s all booked for the 18th…”
As Jack stirred the pasta sauce and listened to Ianto as he talked to his sister on the ‘phone, he could just about guess how the conversation was going. Rhi and Johnny had just returned from a trip to Majorca- courtesy of his and Ianto’s company perks- and he correctly suspected that she was now remonstrating with her brother over their plans to fly the family down to London for their housewarming party.
“…Rhiannon. I’ve told you… it’s part of the job…” he insisted as he paced the sitting room. “We don’t even have enough annual leave to use the Airmiles we’ve saved up!”
“No, we’ll get away after we’ve settled into the house…” Ianto was quiet as he listened to the tinny voice on the other end of the line, and a minute later it seemed that the Jones sibling was placated. “So that’s settled then?... Good. I didn’t really want to have to go ‘round cancelling everything.”
“He’s fine,” he looked over and smiled and Jack knew that Rhiannon was asking after him. “Yeah… And we won’t be here next weekend… No, remember I told you: it’s the Torchwood dinner and awards. We’ve decided to stay over- saves on getting a taxi back, and we thought we could make a weekend of it… Well, no, I don’t suppose it is cheaper than getting a taxi back! Anyway, I’d better get going- it smells like dinner’s almost ready… I will. And give my love to Mischa and David, not that I suppose David would appreciate that! And tell Johnny I might even let him and Jack have a barbeque at the party… OK, see you, Rhi.”
Ianto rang off and placed the telephone back on its charger.
“So, did they have a good time?”
“Yeah. Johnny’s going to e-mail us the photos. And apparently Mischa and David say it’s the best holiday they’ve ever had.”
“That’s great, I’m so glad they enjoyed it.” Jack came out of the kitchen and handed Ianto a glass of wine.
“I know, but I just don’t want them to think we’re showing off. And then there’s the trip down for the housewarming… ”
“Ianto, she’s your sister she won’t think that. She knows that it’s all through work. And I can’t see Johnny caring when it comes to a holiday,” he grinned. Jack had first met Johnny the weekend that he’d met Bethan Jones and, despite what could easily have turned out to be a disastrous first meeting he’d found himself genuinely liking Johnny’s frank sense of humour and down to Earth nature.
The front door opened and Ianto was greeted by a grinning Johnny, who enveloped him in what could only be described as a bear hug.
“Aye, aye, gay boy!” he cried out cheerily and over Ianto’s shoulder he eyed the other man standing on the doorstep. “So you really are taking it up the arse!”
His brother in law released him and Ianto shook his head in disbelief that Johnny had managed to both insult and embarrass and insult him in less than ten seconds of opening the door. “Johnny…” he said warningly.
“Only joking, lad,” he said still smiling, and holding out his arm. “So… you must be Jack, then?”
“That’s right. And you must be Johnny…” He vigorously shook Johnny’s hand, and Ianto noticeda playful glint in Jack’s eye. “And by the way- he’s not the only one who takes it up the arse. I’ve always found that a bit of variety increases the fun,” he continued with a wink.
Johnny almost doubled up with laughter and Ianto just said “Jack…” in admonishment.
“Oh, I like ‘im, Ianto!” He turned back to the pilot and guided him out of the way as he closed the door. “Well, we’ve both been told off in less than a minute. If you piss him off any more, I’m betting there’s not gonna be any kind of variety on offer if you’re not careful…” Johnny laughed at his own joke. “Anyway, you two, come on through. Fancy a beer, Jack?” he asked clapping a hand to Jack’s back and steering him into the lounge.
Jack was smirking away and Ianto wondered if he was going to regret letting the two men meet.
That meeting had set the tone of Johnny and Jack’s rather jokey acquaintance; perhaps he ought to think twice about setting that barbeque up for the housewarming.
To be continued…