Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)

Chapter 46 - August

Sorry for lack of regular posting, I am a procrastinator. But I hope this chapter will amuse for now. Major events coming up in a few chapters.

Jack's POV

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Shit. Poo. Nuggets. Fudge. Noodles. Crap. Damn.

So many words running through my head, all meaning the same thing. Why do bad things always happen at home or far away?

Record numbers of Weevil sightings in London. They've called in our team - it's too tricky for even UNIT to handle.

Martha called me to explain. There was a massive splurge of rift activity a few days ago and Weevils are everywhere. It's thought the rift snatched them from a nest on their home-planet, as there are a couple of babies too, apparently. The thought makes me laugh. Little wrinkle-faced baby Weevils.

It's the 29th today, and our whole team is expected to be there on the 2nd to report for duty.

As if it's that simple. We can't just drop everything.

Ianto's soft kiss on my cheek stops my trail of thought. Our suitcases are sprawled - well, mine is, his is organised - on our bed.

"Packing time." I laugh, rubbing my hands.

A small smile creeps onto Ianto's face. "I played a packing drinking game once."

I grin "Care to elaborate?" I ask him, remembering about the bottles stashed in the fridge for a special occasion such as this. The bottles stashed in the fake back of the fridge that he doesn't know I know about. Oh, I am sneaky.

"Drink a shot every time you pack something. You get hammered very quickly." Ianto's thinking of funny memories, I can tell by the way he's smiling.

"Ok, sounds fun. I'll get drinks." I wander to the kitchen and raid Ianto's 'secret' stores. Vodka for me and cider for him, it's not as much fun but I know how he gets when he's drunk.

Ianto's mouth falls open as I walkback into our bedroom.

"Surprise!" I laugh "Guess who found your stash while looking for a midnight snack?"

Ianto breaks the seals on the bottles and I drink a few sips to get warmed up. 

"Socks!" Ianto calls out. We both collect a few pairs of socks and then drink.

"Underwear!" My go. Drink.

"Trousers!" Ianto's always the practical one. I'm going to continue being silly.

"Ties or braces." I laugh, taking a large sip. Mmm, the magical burn on the back of my throat.

"Jack, be serious. Shirts." We both pack shirts then drink.

"Shoes. Oh wait, we'll be wearing them." I laugh then hiccup. Drinking plus laughing equals uncontrollable hiccups.

Ianto laughs too. We give up on the drinking game, satisfied with just packing. 

I hope I haven't forgotten anything, as we're going to leave in less than 2 days, as my drop-leaf clock just flicked over past midnight.