Torchwood IMs: The In-Laws
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a_silver_storyTitle: The In-Laws
Chapter: 14
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness,
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: PG
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Requested byunrequited1984
Today's my birthday! So this is another birthday gift to me!
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD / Torchwood Liason Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 |
Requested byunrequited1984, who is currently my favourite.
11:15 AM
JACK has entered the conversation
MR JONES: I still stand by what I said.
JACK: I know I know I know I know I KNOW.
MR JONES: Good.
JACK: *pouts*
MR JONES: *sighs* stop it.
JACK: Hehe.
JACK: You never told me ... how did the actually telling your mam about you actually having a relationship with me actually go?
MR JONES: Awkwardly. I think she kind of already suspected.
JACK: Ha. Even though she was in Australia, she could sense it :-P
MR JONES: I think she’s suspected since I was about fourteen.
JACK: Oh?
MR JONES: Yeah. She sat me down and asked very carefully whether or not I liked ABBA.
JACK: lmao.
MR JONES: Heh.
JACK: I thought you didn’t like ABBA?
MR JONES: Nope. I don’t.
JACK: You’re the anomaly :-P
MR JONES: Technically not. As Rhys says: I “have pass for both buses”.
JACK: Hahaha!
JACK: I’ve been meaning to ask how your drinking session with Rhys went.
MR JONES: I ended up not going. UFO over Abergavenny. Remember?
JACK: Ahhh yes. Oh. I’m sorry.
MR JONES: ‘Tis okay. I’m going next Saturday instead.
JACK: Okie dokie :D. You have fun.
MR JONES: I will. I promise.
JACK: Not too much fun, though.
MR JONES: No. You might end up a Pub and Rugby Widow.
JACK: Pub and Rugby Widower. We agreed YOU were the wife.
MR JONES: I’m the one being all manly and going down the pub!
JACK: ... dropping off dry cleaning and picking up a pint of milk on the way there, I bet.
MR JONES: Wow. You’ve actually bothered to read my schedule :-P
JACK: Don’t be daft. I don’t do schedules.
MR JONES: You do. You just don’t know you do.
JACK: Oh?
MR JONES: Nevermind ...
MR JONES: My mam should be nearly back at her house soon. It’s a pity her visit was so short. I think she spent more time on a plane than here.
JACK: lol. She was nice. I liked her :)
MR JONES: ...even though she’s a moaner? She doesn’t stop! The first thing she’ll do when she gets in is switch on her computer, log into Skype or MSN and bitch about everythying to Rhiannon.
JACK: Will they chat about us?
MR JONES: We could find out. Well ... I’m already finding out. Rhiannon’s already at her computer - just waiting for mam to log in I’d bet. I figured we could monitor the conversation and find out what they really think :P
JACK: Ha.
JACK: I hope this doesn’t backfire ...
MR JONES: Well, if it does, I’ll hold you up as a human shield.
JACK: You’d better always use me as a human shield. I mean literally, not just metaphorically.
JACK: If you even think, for a nanosecond, about taking a bullet for me, you’re getting bitch slapped.
JACK: ... and if we’re ever in a situation where you see a bullet coming and I don’t, you’d better drag me in front of you or hide behind me or lord know’s I’ll have to kill you myself.
MR JONES: I can’t promise anything.
JACK: You bloody will.
MR JONES: We’ll talk about it later. My mam’s just signed in.
JACK: Screened out comments?
MR JONES: Yep.
JACK: Let’s intercept .... *dramatic IM interception music*
ELSIE has entered the conversation
RHIANNON: Hello mam. Did you have a good flight?
ELSIE: Hiya love. Not really. Sat in between two asthmatics who forgot their inhalers it seems. I thought they were constantly making the death rattle in their sleep.
RHIANNON: Ohhh noooo!
ELSIE: It’s okay. I’m home and dry with a nice cup of coffee.
RHIANNON: I bet it’s nothing compared to To-To’s.
ELSIE: Not even close.
JACK: .... you sister calls you To-To?
MR JONES: Shut up.
ELSIE: When did he get so good?
RHIANNON: Not sure. A while ago I think lol.
RHIANNON: Sooo what did you think of his fella?
JACK: Dashing, handsome, charismatic. Perfect for my wittul To-To
ELSIE: I thought he was bloody gorgeous!
RHIANNON: Ooo I know!
RHIANNON: That smile!! I thought I was going to faint!!
MR JONES: Oh noooooooo!!! I think I’m suffocating in your ego from the Tourist Centre!!
JACK: I can come give you CPR if you want ;^)
ELSIE: He seemed like such a dear, too. A little smitten kitten.
JACK: *purrrrrrr*
RHIANNON: I thought he was a bit ... odd ... though.
ELSIE: Oh?
RHIANNON: He’s a big thing with the Government. Judging by what Ianto was wearing, he earns enough to keep them both living expensively. They live in his flat on the top floor with an amazing view, that’s so neat they clearly have a cleaner. He’s big and flashy, with his RAF stripes and top-secret job. If he has all that, what would he see in a junior researcher who works stupidly long hours for the Welsh Tourist Board?
ELSIE: You have to remember, Rhi, that other people might not look at Ianto as we do. I’m sure you’re totally different in your personal life.
RHIANNON: He’s been through a lot, is all.
ELSIE: What are you suggesting? That Jack is taking advantage?
RHIANNON: I don’t know. I don’t really know Ianto anymore. First I find out he’s in a relationship that he’s never mentioned before, then I find out it’s with a man that he’s never mentioned before ... and not only that, but they’re living together too – and he’s never even mentioned that he’s moved in the last year to me.
ELSIE: Hmm. He does seem to have cut himself off these last couple of years.
RHIANNON: I thought it was because he was still mourning.
JACK: You’ve turned very quiet, Ianto.
ELSIE: He couldn’t mourn forever. He was still very young when all that happened, and a young mind recovers faster than an old one.
RHIANNON: He wasn’t so old he’d loved properly, but he wasn’t so young to be permanently damaged?
MR JONES: “Loved properly”?
JACK: Rhiannon doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
ELSIE: He loved Lisa, that I’m sure. Enough to leave his life in London and come back to Cardiff to try and forget. So few survived the terrorist attacks at Canary Wharf, and I thank God every day for keeping my little boy safe. He did come back different, but now that I think about it, round about the time he says he met Jack, he certainly brightened up. Started being cheeky again, at any rate.
RHIANNON: And then you went and left us.
ELSIE: You’d got married and Ianto had moved to London and was loving it too much to come back. I figured you two didn’t need me anymore and did something for myself. The wheels had already set in motion by the time Ianto came home.
RHIANNON: You always need your mam.
ELSIE: Well, if you’re desperate, you could always hop on a plane and come see me in Victoria.
RHIANNON: Flights are so expensive, though.
ELSIE: I know. I’ve done the journey three times. Only one of the kids who apparently needs me so badly has bothered to do it once.
RHIANNON: I was busy mam. And I couldn’t afford it.
ELSIE: So was Ianto. He sold his car and his silly collection of MacDonald’s toys to come and visit when I was ill.
MR JONES: That collection was not silly. I got more for that than the car!
JACK: I don’t remember you going to Australia ...
RHIANNON: He was always your favourite.
ELSIE: You were both my favourite.
RHIANNON: Ianto just worked harder to be a little more favourite than me?
MR JONES: It was during my sick leave after that fall I had in Brecon. She phoned me saying she’d been beaten and mugged so I sold what I had and got down there. Turns out a parrot had a heart attack in mid-air and landed on her head, giving her concussion.
JACK: You never mentioned it to me.
MR JONES: I decided not to tell you because you wouldn’t have let me go with my injuries.
ELSIE: It’s your fault if I see Ianto as the dependable one.
JACK: Yeah. Don’t think about the Beacons too much. You know I Retconned you right?
MR JONES: Yeah. I also accept that I probably didn’t fall down a crevasse.
RHIANNON: I was busy mam!
JACK: Retconned for a reason. Don’t dwell on the Beacons. I don’t want anything triggering.
ELSIE: Yes, Rhi. I still love you though. More than anything. I always will. And if you look under your bed, I hid you a lovely present.
RHIANNON: Ooo I feel six again!!! :D
MR JONES: How bad was it?
JACK: If I’d have been two seconds later, you’d be lying in the morgue next to Suzie.
MR JONES: Oh.
MR JONES: What’s worse ... morgue ... or Suzie ...?
MR JONES: Hang on ... Rhiannon got a present!!!
RHIANNON: Ohh it’s lovely, mam!
ELSIE: I hoped you’d like it!
ELSIE: Anyway. We got sidetracked. Back to Captain Jack!
RHIANNON: If we must. You’re right. He did seem to a genuinely nice guy, and when I think about it ... well I think I’m a bit jealous.
ELSIE: Of you baby brother? Awww.
JACK: Too right she’s jealous!
MR JONES: I didn’t get a present!
RHIANNON: Think about it though. He’s got it made. Good looking older man with a job that earns the same as two people’s incomes, gorgeous clothes, new car ... it’s perfect.
ELSIE: No relationship is perfect. And Ianto always dressed really well.
RHIANNON: That suit was bespoke! I saw the panel inside that said “Made for Ianto Jones by ...” I didn’t catch the name of the tailor, but it was bespoke!
ELSIE: Ooh. His father’s taste in clothes! The boys in our family did always look good in suits.
MR JONES: I’m fed up now.
JACK: Yeah?
MR JONES: I have a section of the archive I promised myself I’d sort today. I’ll see you later.
JACK: Okay.
JACK has removed Screened Comments
JACK: Goooooooooooood afternoon, ladies!
ELSIE: Jack? Ianto’s Jack?
JACK: The one and only ... hopefully ;)
RHIANNON: Speak of the devil ;)
JACK: Heyyy Rhiannon. Were you the sister or the mother? You both look so alike it’s quite hard to tell.
ELSIE: Ohh stop it you cheeky bugger.
JACK: ;) Never!
RHIANNON: I was just wondering ... what is it you see in Ianto?
JACK: Are you saying I’m not good enough for him?
RHIANNON: He’s been through a lot.
JACK: More than you can imagine.
ELSIE: Soooo
ELSIE: We were just talking about Ianto’s clothes. He’s dressed very nicely.
JACK: ... and I’m not?
ELSIE: Oh you were dressed lovely, dear!
JACK: Good ... because Ianto bought me those clothes especially for your visit. Apparently my uniform wouldn’t have been appropriate for meeting the in-laws.
RHIANNON: You’re planning on marrying him then?
JACK: WOAH I did NOT say that!
RHIANNON: Then why are you with him?
JACK: Maybe not everyone gets into a relationship with the sole goal of getting married?
ELSIE: Well said, Jack.
RHIANNON: Do you love him?
JACK: I look after him, I keep him safe. He’s my partner.
RHIANNON: You didn’t answer my question.
ELSIE: Rhiannon, you’re being a green-eyed monster.
RHIANNON: He’s a junior researcher for the Welsh Tourist Board. Why are YOU with him?
JACK: Because he knows how to control me without telling me what to do. He makes me smile. He grounds me.
ELSIE: Rhiannon, you’re being unfair. I think Jack’s lovely.
JACK: I think Jack’s lovely, too.
RHIANNON: I want to make sure my little brother is safe.
JACK: He can more than look after himself.
RHIANNON has left the conversation
ELSIE: She’s jealous of him, Jack. Pay no attention.
JACK: Jealous? I thought she was married?
ELSIE: Well ... yes and no. Legally married, but not in her heart.
JACK: Why did she do it then?
ELSIE: For the day, I suppose. When Rhiannon was little, she thought her whole life was leading up to her wedding day. She never really planned on what would happen after.
JACK: Forever means forever until you realise how long forever is.
ELSIE: Yeah. Something along those lines.
JACK: What was Mr. Jones Sr. like? If you don’t mind me asking.
ELSIE: He was like Ianto. Ianto looks like him too. Smiles like him, laughs like him, talks like him – sometimes he’s even as witty as him!
JACK: Ianto talks about him sometimes. He misses him.
ELSIE: We all do. He and Ianto were very close, though. I always expected him to follow his father’s footsteps into the clothing industry. Everything changed, though. When he died, Ianto practically ran away to London. I’m not saying I regret him leaving, but it would’ve been nice for him to hang around a while longer.
JACK: He needed space.
ELSIE: I did too. The other side of the world is just about far enough ;)
JACK: Well, I must be off ma’am. It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, and I’m definitely not just saying that to get into your good books ;)
ELSIE: Oh you are a one!
JACK: I’ll speak to you soon, hopefully.
ELSIE: Yes, yes. Go on. You get off and do your important work.
JACK: Bye bye!
ELSIE: Ooh! Before you go! What are your thoughts on possibly adopting children?
JACK has left the conversation
FIN
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Chapter: 14
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness,
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour
Rating: PG
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Requested by
unrequited1984Today's my birthday! So this is another birthday gift to me!
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD / Torchwood Liason Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 |
Requested by
unrequited1984, who is currently my favourite. 11:15 AM
JACK has entered the conversation
MR JONES: I still stand by what I said.
JACK: I know I know I know I know I KNOW.
MR JONES: Good.
JACK: *pouts*
MR JONES: *sighs* stop it.
JACK: Hehe.
JACK: You never told me ... how did the actually telling your mam about you actually having a relationship with me actually go?
MR JONES: Awkwardly. I think she kind of already suspected.
JACK: Ha. Even though she was in Australia, she could sense it :-P
MR JONES: I think she’s suspected since I was about fourteen.
JACK: Oh?
MR JONES: Yeah. She sat me down and asked very carefully whether or not I liked ABBA.
JACK: lmao.
MR JONES: Heh.
JACK: I thought you didn’t like ABBA?
MR JONES: Nope. I don’t.
JACK: You’re the anomaly :-P
MR JONES: Technically not. As Rhys says: I “have pass for both buses”.
JACK: Hahaha!
JACK: I’ve been meaning to ask how your drinking session with Rhys went.
MR JONES: I ended up not going. UFO over Abergavenny. Remember?
JACK: Ahhh yes. Oh. I’m sorry.
MR JONES: ‘Tis okay. I’m going next Saturday instead.
JACK: Okie dokie :D. You have fun.
MR JONES: I will. I promise.
JACK: Not too much fun, though.
MR JONES: No. You might end up a Pub and Rugby Widow.
JACK: Pub and Rugby Widower. We agreed YOU were the wife.
MR JONES: I’m the one being all manly and going down the pub!
JACK: ... dropping off dry cleaning and picking up a pint of milk on the way there, I bet.
MR JONES: Wow. You’ve actually bothered to read my schedule :-P
JACK: Don’t be daft. I don’t do schedules.
MR JONES: You do. You just don’t know you do.
JACK: Oh?
MR JONES: Nevermind ...
MR JONES: My mam should be nearly back at her house soon. It’s a pity her visit was so short. I think she spent more time on a plane than here.
JACK: lol. She was nice. I liked her :)
MR JONES: ...even though she’s a moaner? She doesn’t stop! The first thing she’ll do when she gets in is switch on her computer, log into Skype or MSN and bitch about everythying to Rhiannon.
JACK: Will they chat about us?
MR JONES: We could find out. Well ... I’m already finding out. Rhiannon’s already at her computer - just waiting for mam to log in I’d bet. I figured we could monitor the conversation and find out what they really think :P
JACK: Ha.
JACK: I hope this doesn’t backfire ...
MR JONES: Well, if it does, I’ll hold you up as a human shield.
JACK: You’d better always use me as a human shield. I mean literally, not just metaphorically.
JACK: If you even think, for a nanosecond, about taking a bullet for me, you’re getting bitch slapped.
JACK: ... and if we’re ever in a situation where you see a bullet coming and I don’t, you’d better drag me in front of you or hide behind me or lord know’s I’ll have to kill you myself.
MR JONES: I can’t promise anything.
JACK: You bloody will.
MR JONES: We’ll talk about it later. My mam’s just signed in.
JACK: Screened out comments?
MR JONES: Yep.
JACK: Let’s intercept .... *dramatic IM interception music*
ELSIE has entered the conversation
RHIANNON: Hello mam. Did you have a good flight?
ELSIE: Hiya love. Not really. Sat in between two asthmatics who forgot their inhalers it seems. I thought they were constantly making the death rattle in their sleep.
RHIANNON: Ohhh noooo!
ELSIE: It’s okay. I’m home and dry with a nice cup of coffee.
RHIANNON: I bet it’s nothing compared to To-To’s.
ELSIE: Not even close.
JACK: .... you sister calls you To-To?
MR JONES: Shut up.
ELSIE: When did he get so good?
RHIANNON: Not sure. A while ago I think lol.
RHIANNON: Sooo what did you think of his fella?
JACK: Dashing, handsome, charismatic. Perfect for my wittul To-To
ELSIE: I thought he was bloody gorgeous!
RHIANNON: Ooo I know!
RHIANNON: That smile!! I thought I was going to faint!!
MR JONES: Oh noooooooo!!! I think I’m suffocating in your ego from the Tourist Centre!!
JACK: I can come give you CPR if you want ;^)
ELSIE: He seemed like such a dear, too. A little smitten kitten.
JACK: *purrrrrrr*
RHIANNON: I thought he was a bit ... odd ... though.
ELSIE: Oh?
RHIANNON: He’s a big thing with the Government. Judging by what Ianto was wearing, he earns enough to keep them both living expensively. They live in his flat on the top floor with an amazing view, that’s so neat they clearly have a cleaner. He’s big and flashy, with his RAF stripes and top-secret job. If he has all that, what would he see in a junior researcher who works stupidly long hours for the Welsh Tourist Board?
ELSIE: You have to remember, Rhi, that other people might not look at Ianto as we do. I’m sure you’re totally different in your personal life.
RHIANNON: He’s been through a lot, is all.
ELSIE: What are you suggesting? That Jack is taking advantage?
RHIANNON: I don’t know. I don’t really know Ianto anymore. First I find out he’s in a relationship that he’s never mentioned before, then I find out it’s with a man that he’s never mentioned before ... and not only that, but they’re living together too – and he’s never even mentioned that he’s moved in the last year to me.
ELSIE: Hmm. He does seem to have cut himself off these last couple of years.
RHIANNON: I thought it was because he was still mourning.
JACK: You’ve turned very quiet, Ianto.
ELSIE: He couldn’t mourn forever. He was still very young when all that happened, and a young mind recovers faster than an old one.
RHIANNON: He wasn’t so old he’d loved properly, but he wasn’t so young to be permanently damaged?
MR JONES: “Loved properly”?
JACK: Rhiannon doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
ELSIE: He loved Lisa, that I’m sure. Enough to leave his life in London and come back to Cardiff to try and forget. So few survived the terrorist attacks at Canary Wharf, and I thank God every day for keeping my little boy safe. He did come back different, but now that I think about it, round about the time he says he met Jack, he certainly brightened up. Started being cheeky again, at any rate.
RHIANNON: And then you went and left us.
ELSIE: You’d got married and Ianto had moved to London and was loving it too much to come back. I figured you two didn’t need me anymore and did something for myself. The wheels had already set in motion by the time Ianto came home.
RHIANNON: You always need your mam.
ELSIE: Well, if you’re desperate, you could always hop on a plane and come see me in Victoria.
RHIANNON: Flights are so expensive, though.
ELSIE: I know. I’ve done the journey three times. Only one of the kids who apparently needs me so badly has bothered to do it once.
RHIANNON: I was busy mam. And I couldn’t afford it.
ELSIE: So was Ianto. He sold his car and his silly collection of MacDonald’s toys to come and visit when I was ill.
MR JONES: That collection was not silly. I got more for that than the car!
JACK: I don’t remember you going to Australia ...
RHIANNON: He was always your favourite.
ELSIE: You were both my favourite.
RHIANNON: Ianto just worked harder to be a little more favourite than me?
MR JONES: It was during my sick leave after that fall I had in Brecon. She phoned me saying she’d been beaten and mugged so I sold what I had and got down there. Turns out a parrot had a heart attack in mid-air and landed on her head, giving her concussion.
JACK: You never mentioned it to me.
MR JONES: I decided not to tell you because you wouldn’t have let me go with my injuries.
ELSIE: It’s your fault if I see Ianto as the dependable one.
JACK: Yeah. Don’t think about the Beacons too much. You know I Retconned you right?
MR JONES: Yeah. I also accept that I probably didn’t fall down a crevasse.
RHIANNON: I was busy mam!
JACK: Retconned for a reason. Don’t dwell on the Beacons. I don’t want anything triggering.
ELSIE: Yes, Rhi. I still love you though. More than anything. I always will. And if you look under your bed, I hid you a lovely present.
RHIANNON: Ooo I feel six again!!! :D
MR JONES: How bad was it?
JACK: If I’d have been two seconds later, you’d be lying in the morgue next to Suzie.
MR JONES: Oh.
MR JONES: What’s worse ... morgue ... or Suzie ...?
MR JONES: Hang on ... Rhiannon got a present!!!
RHIANNON: Ohh it’s lovely, mam!
ELSIE: I hoped you’d like it!
ELSIE: Anyway. We got sidetracked. Back to Captain Jack!
RHIANNON: If we must. You’re right. He did seem to a genuinely nice guy, and when I think about it ... well I think I’m a bit jealous.
ELSIE: Of you baby brother? Awww.
JACK: Too right she’s jealous!
MR JONES: I didn’t get a present!
RHIANNON: Think about it though. He’s got it made. Good looking older man with a job that earns the same as two people’s incomes, gorgeous clothes, new car ... it’s perfect.
ELSIE: No relationship is perfect. And Ianto always dressed really well.
RHIANNON: That suit was bespoke! I saw the panel inside that said “Made for Ianto Jones by ...” I didn’t catch the name of the tailor, but it was bespoke!
ELSIE: Ooh. His father’s taste in clothes! The boys in our family did always look good in suits.
MR JONES: I’m fed up now.
JACK: Yeah?
MR JONES: I have a section of the archive I promised myself I’d sort today. I’ll see you later.
JACK: Okay.
JACK has removed Screened Comments
JACK: Goooooooooooood afternoon, ladies!
ELSIE: Jack? Ianto’s Jack?
JACK: The one and only ... hopefully ;)
RHIANNON: Speak of the devil ;)
JACK: Heyyy Rhiannon. Were you the sister or the mother? You both look so alike it’s quite hard to tell.
ELSIE: Ohh stop it you cheeky bugger.
JACK: ;) Never!
RHIANNON: I was just wondering ... what is it you see in Ianto?
JACK: Are you saying I’m not good enough for him?
RHIANNON: He’s been through a lot.
JACK: More than you can imagine.
ELSIE: Soooo
ELSIE: We were just talking about Ianto’s clothes. He’s dressed very nicely.
JACK: ... and I’m not?
ELSIE: Oh you were dressed lovely, dear!
JACK: Good ... because Ianto bought me those clothes especially for your visit. Apparently my uniform wouldn’t have been appropriate for meeting the in-laws.
RHIANNON: You’re planning on marrying him then?
JACK: WOAH I did NOT say that!
RHIANNON: Then why are you with him?
JACK: Maybe not everyone gets into a relationship with the sole goal of getting married?
ELSIE: Well said, Jack.
RHIANNON: Do you love him?
JACK: I look after him, I keep him safe. He’s my partner.
RHIANNON: You didn’t answer my question.
ELSIE: Rhiannon, you’re being a green-eyed monster.
RHIANNON: He’s a junior researcher for the Welsh Tourist Board. Why are YOU with him?
JACK: Because he knows how to control me without telling me what to do. He makes me smile. He grounds me.
ELSIE: Rhiannon, you’re being unfair. I think Jack’s lovely.
JACK: I think Jack’s lovely, too.
RHIANNON: I want to make sure my little brother is safe.
JACK: He can more than look after himself.
RHIANNON has left the conversation
ELSIE: She’s jealous of him, Jack. Pay no attention.
JACK: Jealous? I thought she was married?
ELSIE: Well ... yes and no. Legally married, but not in her heart.
JACK: Why did she do it then?
ELSIE: For the day, I suppose. When Rhiannon was little, she thought her whole life was leading up to her wedding day. She never really planned on what would happen after.
JACK: Forever means forever until you realise how long forever is.
ELSIE: Yeah. Something along those lines.
JACK: What was Mr. Jones Sr. like? If you don’t mind me asking.
ELSIE: He was like Ianto. Ianto looks like him too. Smiles like him, laughs like him, talks like him – sometimes he’s even as witty as him!
JACK: Ianto talks about him sometimes. He misses him.
ELSIE: We all do. He and Ianto were very close, though. I always expected him to follow his father’s footsteps into the clothing industry. Everything changed, though. When he died, Ianto practically ran away to London. I’m not saying I regret him leaving, but it would’ve been nice for him to hang around a while longer.
JACK: He needed space.
ELSIE: I did too. The other side of the world is just about far enough ;)
JACK: Well, I must be off ma’am. It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, and I’m definitely not just saying that to get into your good books ;)
ELSIE: Oh you are a one!
JACK: I’ll speak to you soon, hopefully.
ELSIE: Yes, yes. Go on. You get off and do your important work.
JACK: Bye bye!
ELSIE: Ooh! Before you go! What are your thoughts on possibly adopting children?
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