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bluecastle) wrote2010-08-19 09:05 pm
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Title: Birthday Wishes.
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dremiel is to blame for this little thing. Also those pictures JB was drunkenly posting to twitter...
"What is THAT?" Ianto asked looking down at the small ball of fur sitting in a box on his coffee table. He'd heard laughing in his lounge, and stumbled out from the bedroom, still wearing his striped pajama bottoms, and a soft, faded tshirt with the Guinness logo on it.
"It's your birthday present!" Jack said, scooping up the small brown and white puppy and holding it out to Ianto.
"We're not keeping it," Ianto said, hands on his hips.
"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning, didn't he? Didn't he?" Jack said nuzzling the puppy.
Ianto stared at Jack and the puppy nose to nose and wondered if he was dreaming. The puppy was licking Jack's face, and Jack was laughing as the little pink tongue tickled his cheeks.
For one brief moment, a vision of stability, and a home, and walkies in the twilight flashed through his head. A little spotted dog on a leash ... taking him to the park... letting him romp on the beach... curling up with a book on a rainy afternoon with a warm puppy snuggled next to him on the couch. These things flashed before his eyes as he stood in his living room, his bare feet getting chilly on the wood floors.
With a laugh he realized himself to be ten kinds of foolish. He crossed to Jack, took the puppy in his arms, and turned.
"No."
Jack stepped close to Ianto, snaked an arm around his waist, nuzzled his cheek, and said "The puppy loves you. How can you say no to that face?"
Ianto pushed Jack away, dumped the dog back in the box, and crossed into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
He looked back to see Jack kneeling next to the box, letting the puppy chew on his fingers.
He crossed back and dropped on the the sofa near Jack.
"Jack. I can't keep him. You know I can't."
"We're not listening to Daddy. No we're not," Jack said to the puppy.
"Jack!" Ianto said reaching to take Jack by the chin and turn his face so he could meet his eyes.
He stared at Jack for a moment, before sighing, and continuing.
"Jack. A puppy? That has to be the worst gift ever for someone in our line of work. I'm never home. I can't be here to take it for walks. There's no time, Jack. Who is going to feed it and play with it and teach it to fetch while we're off dealing with all he shit the Rift throws at us?"
"We could..."
"No. We cannot take it to work with us! You do remember where we work, right? Leaving aside all the things that don't need chewing on by puppies, just think what would happen if Myfanwy got ahold of it..."
There was a long pause there while the two men, tried not to meet each others eyes over a subject neither of them ever wanted to discuss.
"I appreciate the thought, truly," Ianto said, leaning forward touching his forehead to Jack's. But it's not on. It just can't be."
At that the kettle whistle started screeching in the kitchen. Ianto got up and went to lift the kettle from the stovetop.
With a smile, he turned back to Jack. "Although. We never did find time to get Gwen something for HER birthday..."
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"What is THAT?" Ianto asked looking down at the small ball of fur sitting in a box on his coffee table. He'd heard laughing in his lounge, and stumbled out from the bedroom, still wearing his striped pajama bottoms, and a soft, faded tshirt with the Guinness logo on it.
"It's your birthday present!" Jack said, scooping up the small brown and white puppy and holding it out to Ianto.
"We're not keeping it," Ianto said, hands on his hips.
"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning, didn't he? Didn't he?" Jack said nuzzling the puppy.
Ianto stared at Jack and the puppy nose to nose and wondered if he was dreaming. The puppy was licking Jack's face, and Jack was laughing as the little pink tongue tickled his cheeks.
For one brief moment, a vision of stability, and a home, and walkies in the twilight flashed through his head. A little spotted dog on a leash ... taking him to the park... letting him romp on the beach... curling up with a book on a rainy afternoon with a warm puppy snuggled next to him on the couch. These things flashed before his eyes as he stood in his living room, his bare feet getting chilly on the wood floors.
With a laugh he realized himself to be ten kinds of foolish. He crossed to Jack, took the puppy in his arms, and turned.
"No."
Jack stepped close to Ianto, snaked an arm around his waist, nuzzled his cheek, and said "The puppy loves you. How can you say no to that face?"
Ianto pushed Jack away, dumped the dog back in the box, and crossed into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
He looked back to see Jack kneeling next to the box, letting the puppy chew on his fingers.
He crossed back and dropped on the the sofa near Jack.
"Jack. I can't keep him. You know I can't."
"We're not listening to Daddy. No we're not," Jack said to the puppy.
"Jack!" Ianto said reaching to take Jack by the chin and turn his face so he could meet his eyes.
He stared at Jack for a moment, before sighing, and continuing.
"Jack. A puppy? That has to be the worst gift ever for someone in our line of work. I'm never home. I can't be here to take it for walks. There's no time, Jack. Who is going to feed it and play with it and teach it to fetch while we're off dealing with all he shit the Rift throws at us?"
"We could..."
"No. We cannot take it to work with us! You do remember where we work, right? Leaving aside all the things that don't need chewing on by puppies, just think what would happen if Myfanwy got ahold of it..."
There was a long pause there while the two men, tried not to meet each others eyes over a subject neither of them ever wanted to discuss.
"I appreciate the thought, truly," Ianto said, leaning forward touching his forehead to Jack's. But it's not on. It just can't be."
At that the kettle whistle started screeching in the kitchen. Ianto got up and went to lift the kettle from the stovetop.
With a smile, he turned back to Jack. "Although. We never did find time to get Gwen something for HER birthday..."