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Naked and Confused

Ianto had been led into the dingy apartment of that Jack who recovered him when he was left to just four legs, a cold wet nose and a yellow fur coat. He's laying there in the bed of the other man with nothing on. He stirs in his sleep, it feels right the cotton sheets on his bare flesh.

Ianto is slow to wake-up, he yawns as he stares at the ceiling. "Ugh.." He mumbles to himself, and he turns his head to look around the room. His eyes settle on the discarded gray greatcoat on a chair. "How did I?" He tries to think how he ended up naked in the bed of a Jack.

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Thin layers. The parallel universes stacked like old cloth, frayed and tattered worn thinner than any of them ever imagined, and apparently bleeding through worse than they could have known. Not exactly something they teach you at the Time Agency. They'll have to make this up as they go along. Hopefully, the decisions they make won't effect the long term out come. If repairing some of the crack just causes more to open then they may find themselves like little boys with their fingers on the cracks in the dam. The efforts may, in the end prove to be futile. Preparing for the chance that the walls between the worlds may crumble might be an option they should consider. And something that the captain may take up with the other Jack when he finally does go to New York.

If he does go. Going to that New York would leave /his/ Cardiff open and vulnerable. Something that it honestly hasn't really been in all the years that the immortal his lived here. He's always been here to help protect it. There couldn't be too much harm in leaving it for a little while. Just to get away. Like a well earned vacation. A chance to start over and catch his breath.

There couldn't be too much harm in that could there?

Besides if the walls between the worlds are as worn as they seem then it shouldn't be too difficult to travel back and forth.

Right?

Jack smiles a bit at the younger man. "I hear Seattle is similar to Cardiff." He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "You would. I'm sure you have a lot to say to those self proclaimed coffee gods."

"I know. I..tend to forget you've been in a similar situation. I all but blocked those memories out. We were different men back then. Things like this are never easy." Sometimes Harkness you can be an insensitive self-centered asshole. How could you honestly forget the suffering he went through? Ianto was so blinded by his love that he nearly got everyone killed clinging to his hope.

The off chance that either man could be trapped in a world that isn't their own /finally/ catches up with the captain as he finishes preparing the pot to brew fresh coffee. What if they can't get back? In either direction. Jack isn't entirely sure he could leave his world exposed like that. He couldn't even stay gone after Ianto's death. He was drawn back here by his duty.

He's pulled from his thoughts by the Welshman's voice coming from his bedroom. He's right. He's always right. Jack should take better care of his coat. Especially /that/ coat. The replacement for the one destroyed in the Hub explosion. Hand picked by his lover. It's not his original coat, but it's far more valuable, and lately Jack has just been carelessly tossing it aside.

Tired, depressed and lonely he hardly cared about his appearance or if the coat was cared for properly. He just flung aside it letting it land where ever it fell, so use to the Welshman picking up after him, taking it to the cleaners, hanging it in it's proper place. Jack couldn't bring himself to do those things on his own. They weren't his job. They were Ianto's

"You're right. I need to do that. I need to pull my head out of my ass and do a lot of things." He calls back as he rinses the mugs and waits for the pot to finish brewing. "Oh I bet you did. Thankfully, I never made him angry enough to switch me to decaff. He did threaten to cut off my coffee supply once. It was some silly argument though and I made it up to him. I was always good about making things up to him."

Ianto will make sure to let this Jack see how bad it can be, there are areas where one can simply walk through to another universe and some are able to be repaired. He wonders how long many of those repairs would even last. He glances out at the window while he makes the phone call to order the pizza, he deepens his voice to make sure there's no 'wtf' happening among the pizza staff. He ordered two meat feasts, he knew Jack well. "You'll love New York's pizza." He knew Cardiff pizza was horrible, but Cardiff was home.

He's followed up with his own Cardiff when he could and things are no worse there than in New York. UNIT has taken over there and he suspects they've already did so here with Torchwood being defunct.

If things here are like that broken London, then travel between worlds here should be easy enough.

"It is, it rains except the mountain views are rather splendid," Ianto would admit to wanting to relocate to a city like that. It seems peaceful and without threatening aliens wanting to eat them.

Ianto hangs the phone up, he hands it back over to Jack and he goes to get his cup of coffee. He goes to take a sip of it, it's not bad. "Love is blind they say." Ianto still is coping with the death of Lisa and many of the members of Torchwood One, he's made a big stride but there are nights he finds himself waking up in a deep sweat from his own nightmares.

"I gave mine his new coat, I know yours gave you this one. It wasn't easy finding one in good shape for you. You felt naked without it," Ianto smiles, as he fixes the coat up on the hanger and he makes sure it is still in good shape and didn't become food for some hungry moths. "Captain Jack shouldn't be without his cape." He no longer helps Jack with his coat, he's left that job to his wife who's done a good job in his place. He does not dare add any information of her own curse.

Ianto slips back into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets. He looks at Jack. "While we're there we will begin looking for that Rift to New York. I'd like to get there before winter sets in, it was rather cold and snowy during the last."

"Oh? Will I now?. I've heard it's some of the best there is." Ianto would know. No one would know better than him what he would like. Some times Jack wondered if the Welshman didn't know him better than even he knew himself. He busies himself in the kitchen pouring them each a fresh cup of coffee and setting them on the counter, while he wipes the the opposite counter. Tidying up because to be honest the place is a disaster.

"Might be worth looking into. Might make a nice home away from home. Close enough to Cardiff to keep me comfortable." He'll think about it. Might really be worth checking into. He could use a change of sorts, Cardiff has been home for nearly a century and a half. It probably wouldn't kill him to try someplace new.

He pockets the phone and offers a small smile "It would seem they're right. I'm sorry..for not understanding that before. And I wasn't him, but I was I'd be sorry too. I appreciate you being so understand where I really wasn't." There it is again the crack in his voice and the bit of composure he had a fleeting grasp of starts to dissolve. "He did. He said he had a hell of a time finding just the /right/ one. I really did..like I was missing something important."

Always taking care of him. The immortal should try harder to do these things himself. It just doesn't feel right. Watching this Ianto hang his coat feels right. The way the Welshman's hand sweeps over it so carefully to be sure it's straight and neat. The coat almost treated as though it was part of the captain. As though without it he'd be incomplete. Maybe in someways Jack Harkness isn't really anyone without his 'cape' as the Welshman so fondly calls it.

"Sure. We should best get back before the winter gets too bad." He nods and continues cleaning up the counters in the tiny kitchen. Then tosses the rag in the sink and picks up his coffee mug to take a drink. "When ever you're ready."

"Yes, you'll have to be careful with your addiction to trans-fats," Ianto teased, he knows Jack like a book. He laughs a little bit. "We do get a bit of travel between the other local areas, New Jersey is oddly active." Ianto takes the cup of coffee, there's a moment of truth he takes a drink of Jack's coffee. He's been so busy taking the job of the tea boy he never gave Jack's own coffee second thought. He takes a sip and he pauses. "It's not bad." He's being serious about this one. They've all considered Jack a possible nightmare in the kitchen himself included.

Ianto takes another drink of his coffee, it's a lot better than just being 'not bad'. "It's pretty good." He smirks, but the idea of home away from home. "That was Jack's reasoning, New York isn't too far from Cardiff and it had the space to create another HUB in." He still has bouts of homesickness during the times he would of spent time with his sister and the kids.

"Love is blind and it takes the blind to follow it," Ianto's voice becomes soft. He looks back over his shoulder to see Jack had watched him take care of his coat. He then looks back to stare at that old coat, sure the new one didn't have the decades worth of Jack's scent buried in to the fibers but it's still part of him. "Superman feels the same without his cape." He laughs a bit, he gets an odd image of Jack playing a role in a film for the Man of Steel. "Don't let Hollywood know that you exist, the dimple in your chin makes you perfect for a summer blockbuster."

Ianto tries to get the voice to stop from cracking, a sad Jack is horrible. "The good thing about those bloody cold New York winters is a shared bed." He has a bit of an Owen thing to pick-up on. "Oh, we had more snow than I'd like. There's Weevils in New York, crafty buggers this lot and we suspect they're coming from one of the Cardiffs. Bloody pain in the arse chasing them on ice."

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