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Hidden Truths; a Ianto Jones Fan Journal

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Update time! As usual, I'm posting on several comms at once, so apologies if I'm spamming anyone. All previous posts can be found here.

Thanks to tanzachick for the Welsh, scifislasher for the beta, and tptigger for general encouragement. And you guys who review! You're the best. Thank you.

Today's quote is courtesy starhawk who got it from somewhere else.

"Sometimes people run to get away. Sometimes, they run to see if you'll follow."

“All right, Ianto.” Gwen dropped her coat in a corner, grinning as she turned back to face him. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Ianto grimaced, watching her. “Really?”

“Really. Come on, attack me.”

As was normal when they were alone, they spoke in Welsh. Gwen had found her old fluency coming back to her during their conversations, and Welsh was Ianto’s first language; he was always more relaxed when he was using it.

Gwen deflected his attacks with ease; Ianto wasn’t really trying, only pacifying her. She called a halt after a couple of minutes.

“That was good, Ianto, very nice. Now shall we try one where you’re actually trying?”

“What?” Ianto was panting, too far out of breath for the little exercise they’d done.

“You’re not even trying. I can tell, you know.”

“I am.”

“No you’re not. You haven’t hit me once, yet.”

Ianto waved a hand vaguely. “You’re good?”

“Nice try.” Gwen stretched, grimacing. “Come on, Ianto. I know you can do better than this.”

“Didn’t help last time, did it?” he muttered, turning away.

Gwen pushed him from behind, ignoring both his flinch and the surge of guilt. Ianto was still fragile, still not himself, and she could never tell exactly what was going to set him off.

He stumbled, turning to face her, and she noted with a faint sense of pride that at least he had the sense to back out of her range. “What was that for?”

“Object lesson. The bad guys don’t wait until you’re facing them.”

“I know that,” Ianto muttered, taking another careful step back. He’d reached the edge of the mat and as his foot slid off his balance changed; unbalanced, he looked down at his feet and in that moment Gwen charged.

Several very confusing seconds later, Ianto was flat on his back with Gwen pinning him down. She grinned at him. “Object lesson two. Bad guys love to distract you.”

“Get off,” Ianto muttered, rolling his head away from her.

“D’you see why we want you to learn?” Gwen didn’t move. “You’re bigger and stronger than I am. I shouldn’t be able…”

“Get off!” Ianto bucked suddenly, violently, throwing Gwen off to the side. She rolled, getting some space between them, and rose only as far as her knees.

Ianto was on hands and knees on his side of the mat; Gwen waited, frozen, until he sank back onto his heels.

“Sorry,” he muttered finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Are you ok?” Gwen asked. She expected him to ignore the question, and he didn’t disappoint.

“Are we done?”

“We’re done. Ianto…”

“Shower,” he muttered, rising to his feet and heading out of the room without looking at her.

Gwen waited until he was gone to kick the wall in frustration.

“Going that well, huh?”

Jack was leaning against the wall by the door when she looked up. One day, Gwen vowed, I will hear him coming.

“Better than I thought,” she said frankly. “Worse than I hoped. He can fight me, but he can’t…there’s nothing there. He won’t hit me in case I hurt him, he panics when I pin him…and me he trusts. I’m afraid to think what would happen if he was fighting you.”

“He catch you?” Jack touched her chin, angling her face up towards him.

“Elbow, while he was trying to throw me off. It’s nothing, he wasn’t even aiming.”

“Tired?” Jack asked softly.

“Asleep on my feet,” Gwen agreed, moving her head away from his hand. “But what’s new?”

“Go home, Gwen Cooper,” he said softly, and she smiled faintly. “Eat lasagne and talk to your boyfriend.”

“Can’t, Jack.”

“I’ll send Tosh with him.”

“He won’t have Tosh. You know that. There’s only me.”

“Go home,” Ianto said unexpectedly from behind them, and Gwen spun. Peripherally she noted that Jack was as surprised as she was, so at least he hadn’t set her up.

“Ianto. What are…”

“Go home. I can manage eight hours alone.”

Wyt ti?” she challenged him. Can you?

Ianto hesitated, looking from her to Jack and back again before answering. Gwen kept her gaze locked on him, waiting.

In their days alone, a quiet and unspoken agreement had come into being between them; we do not lie to each other in Welsh. Not in our mother tongue. She was counting on that now.

“Good a time as any to find out,” he said finally. Catching Jack’s glance, he added, smiling faintly, “Go home, Gwen Cooper.”

Gwen nodded finally, too tired to fight him off, and Ianto headed out, leaving her with Jack.

“Is he really ready?” Jack asked quietly.

“He thinks he is.” Gwen scooped her coat up, shrugging into it. “And he can’t get better if I stand beside him and hold his hand all the time. Let him try; if he’s not ready he’ll tell me.”

“Will he?”

“Yeah. He won’t lie to me.”

“Doesn’t have to lie,” Jack pointed out. “I don’t lie to you.”

Gwen smiled faintly. “He’ll tell me, Jack. Now I’m going, while I’m awake enough to drive.”

Jack nodded, stepping aside and letting her leave.

Gwen had to search right through her bag for her keys; it was so long since she’d used them they’d sunk to the very bottom, under everything else. Eventually finding them, she let herself in, dropping her bag and coat in the hall.

“…don’t know. I haven’t heard from her.”

That was Rhys in the kitchen, and she headed that way without thinking.

“I don’t know, do I? She calls me, but she never tells me anything.”

Gwen hesitated, listening. He was obviously on the phone…

“No, I dunno. She comes home injured all the time, won’t tell me what’s happening…”

“Hi,” Gwen said softly, leaning against the wall.

Rhys spun, dropping the phone. “You’re home.”

“Yeah,” she agreed softly.

Rhys crouched, finding the phone by touch and holding it upside down without realising. “Daf? I’ll call you back.” Turning the phone off, he dropped it on the counter.

“You’re home,” he repeated, staring at her.

“Yeah. I’m home.”

“For good?”

She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “For tonight.”

Rhys came towards her, wrapping her in a hug. “Doesn’t mean I’m not angry,” he murmured into her hair.

“I know. Can you be angry tomorrow?”

Rhys let go and pushed her back a little, smiling. “I cooked your favourite.”

Gwen stared from him to the cooker. “But you didn’t know I was coming.”

“Worth the risk.” He shrugged as though it was no big deal. “Look, it’s going to be a while yet. Want a bath?”

“God, yes,” Gwen said feverently. “You wouldn’t believe how much.

“What are you wearing?” Rhys asked, pushing her away slightly so he could see. “I gave that woman some of your clothes.”

“Tosh, yeah…” Gwen decide not to tell him that Ianto, in a fit of rage, had thrown coffee all over one outfit, and the other was ruined with Jack’s blood. She was currently wearing an outfit the others had put together from their spares. “We had a bit of trouble, in work.”

“Right,” Rhys said slowly. “Look, go have your bath; dinner’ll be ready soon.”

Gwen smiled, dragging him down for a kiss before heading for the bedroom.

“So how is Ianto?” Rhys asked later, when the meal was almost done.

“Ianto…” Gwen swallowed what she was eating. “He’s doing better. Thanks.”

“Do I get to meet him, then? Get to know the other man in your life?”

Gwen studied him for a moment before answering. “Yeah. That’d be good. I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

“You’re back to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, Rhys.”

Rhys shrugged, brushing it off. “Me too. Gotta go early, actually.”

“Right.” Gwen dropped her knife and fork. “Rhys, that was fantastic.”

“Gwen.” Rhys was studying his glass, not catching her eye. “Are you in trouble?”

“Trou…no, Rhys. No, I’m not. Ianto needed me, that’s all.” Seeing the disbelief on his face, she gave him an edited version of the events of the Breacon Becons.
Was that really only a week ago? she thought. Feels like forever.

“Poor bastard,” Rhys said feelingly, when she’d finished. “Jack never told me any of that.”

“What did he tell you?” Food and the sudden lack of responsibility were working together to wear Gwen down; the only thing keeping her awake was that she couldn’t bring herself to stand to go to her bed.

“Just that a coworker was hurt, and you’d taken it upon yourself to help him out.”

“I didn’t take it on…exactly. He wouldn’t let anyone else near, and he would’ve kept going till he imploded…Rhys, I’m sorry, I’m falling asleep right here.”

“I can see that,” Rhys agreed. “Can you get to bed yourself? I’ll clear up and be in.”

“I’ll be asleep,” she warned him.

“I may just have to wake you then. Can’t give up this chance, now that you’re home.”

Gwen smiled, forcing herself to her feet and heading into the bedroom. Rhys, true to his word, followed her in after a few minutes, and they had a very good time before tiredness finally claimed her.

At half three that morning her mobile went off, summoning her back to Torchwood.
  • More! More! Must have more!! Loving this one :)
    • Thanks! I did actually almost finish the series...must dig that back out and post the ending...
  • been a while

    yes, is there going to be an update soon? I'd love to see where this goes.
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