Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 11 & quick conclusion
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwil/OFC
Rating: R
Series: 1) Unconditional, 2) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year One, 3) PWP, 4) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 2, 5) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 3, 6) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 4, 7) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 4-5 Intermezzo, 8) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 5, 9) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 6, 10) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 7, 11) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 8, 12) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 9, 13) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 10
Summary: When a seven-year-old boy falls through the Rift, Ianto and Jack decide to adopt him. This is the story of his life at Torchwood.
Warnings: Lots of sex toy talk
A/N: We're back, guys! So we've got somewhere around 24 chapters to go to finish this series. Looking to get it totally wrapped up this summer. You know: only two years after I started it /o\ See end for more extensive scheduling notes.

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A lollypop hung out of Gwil's mouth as he strolled into his parents' bedroom. Both men were out for the evening, dealing with whatever new monster-of-the-week the Rift had decided to throw at them. Meanwhile, Gwil had a test he was supposed to be revising for, so he took the week off from work using that excuse. What he hadn't told his dads that he had a slightly ulterior motive: looking for inspiration for Christmas presents. He only had three weeks until the big day, and he still hadn't sorted out what to get for either Dad or Tad, not to even mention Maggie, which was a whole other tin of paint.

At a total loss, Gwil had decided to search through his dads' bedroom. He couldn't just get Tad another tie, or Dad another coffee mug. It was becoming a bit ridiculous, and even a running joke with Owen and Mickey. He was old enough to suss out something a bit more personal. Plus, when it came to Maggie, Gwil was kind of thinking of giving her something a bit more... interesting for Christmas. And really, who better to give Gwil ideas when it came to those sorts of presents than Captain Jack and his lover? Which, ew, okay, Gwil didn't really like to think about his dads like that, but he knew the reputation they had. Hell, he'd caught them at it a couple times. Everyone had. Auntie Gwen still bragged about that time she caught them at it in the hot house.

So, to his dads' closet, then. Sucking harder on the lollypop, Gwil twirled it around his mouth with his tongue, shoving it into the other cheek as he opened the closet doors and bent down. From his back pocket he pulled a scanner, running it over the open closet. He wasn't exactly supposed to bring tech like this out of the Hub ... it wasn't alien, but it wasn't exactly twenty-first century human, either ... but he figured better safe than sorry, for now. Who knew what kind of alien tech his dads employed to keep their sex-toy box safe. And it wasn't like Gwil was about to have an accident with the scanner ... it was a scanner. He'd used it a million times, and the thing was designed to make sure a situation was safe, not make it less so.

The scanner blinked green after a few moments. No signs of any booby-trapping tech, then. Gwil grinned, shoving the scanner back in his pocket. Okay then. Time to go to work.

Crawling underneath a sea of his dads' shirts and trousers ... obviously split into Tad on the right and Dad on the left ... Gwil felt around until his fingertips snagged on some sort of edge. Reaching in a little further, Gwil managed to grip the box securely in one hand and give it a good tug. The box slid easily out of the closet. Gwil was slightly disappointed to note that it wasn't dusty at all ... knowing his tad, that didn't necessarily mean it was used recently, but Gwil had a suspicion that even if his tad wasn't quite so fastidious, this box would never accumulate dust.

Once the box was out in the light of his dads' bedroom, Gwil opened it and started going through. Immediately he realized something about its contents: they were all clothes. All costumes. And, erugh, sexy costumes. Firefighter and nurses and doctors and whoa, okay, lingerie, lady's lingerie, whoa, ew, ew, gross. Gwil did his best not to touch any of the lacy red underwear, shoving it aside with a pair of heels, which, ew again, heels? Seriously? Unable to help himself, Gwil checked the size. Eleven and a half. Oh, wow, okay, that was his dad's size. Ew. There were also ties in there. Lots of ties. Even... Oh, come on. Seriously?! There was a tie Gwil had bought Tad two Christmases ago in here! Oh, gross, gross, Gwil was never buying Tad a tie again. Not if he was going to use it like that!

And then there were the uniforms. Every uniform ever, it seemed. Navy and RAF and UNIT, WWII issue and modern, American and British. Yeah, Gwil seriously could have grown up happy not having to think about his dads' serious uniform fetish, yesh.

But he had a reason for going through all this stuff, a seriously important reason, so Gwil settled back on his haunches for a moment and thought. Sexy lingerie, okay, he could get that for Maggie. But it was a bit cliché. Gwil glanced back into the closet. There was sure to be some more stuff in there ... clothes couldn't be the only sex-aids his dads kept with them. Great. So that meant there was an entirely separate box for... other stuff.

Taking a breath in an effort to steady himself, Gwil ventured back into the closet. After a few minutes of fumbling around blindly, hand outstretched in front of him and moving back and forth beneath the clothes, Gwil's fingertips brushed against yet another box. Gripping tighter on the box, Gwil hauled, tugging this second box out of the closet. It was a lot bigger than the first. And heavier. Gwil groaned as he stared down at the closed lid, somewhat horrified already just thinking about what might be in there. Crunching down on the lollypop, Gwil counted to three and opened the box.

Oh, geeze. Lots of dildos. Lots of different kinds of dildos. Some of them were fleshy, some of them hard, there were metal ones and glass ones and... was that one hollow? Oh, okay, yeah, Gwil didn't need to think about how that got used. Picking up the high-heel from the costume box, Gwil started pushing all those floppy imitation-dicks around to see what else was buried beneath this porn-shop forest of cocks.

Maybe the dildos weren't that bad, Gwil thought as he unearthed more toys beneath them. Were those... not a whip ... oh wait, no, there definitely was a whip ... but these things were floggers, maybe? And a paddle, that was definitely a paddle. Loads of rope lay in careful bunches, tied to kind of look like a chain. Now Gwil was just thinking all the times he had seen Tad tie up an alien or secure rigging on the job. He'd never look at a knot his tad tied the same way again. Then there were hand wraps, which Gwil couldn't even fathom what those were for. Did they box? Did Dad or Tad have some sort of weird boxing fetish? Maybe they wrestled? Okay, that was just weird. Who did that? And where did they do it? On the bed? The floor? Yeah, line of thought, needed to end.

This was just nuts. He had heard, everyone had heard, about how sickeningly in love his dads were, and how physically active they were. But this was so much stuff. This was way beyond anything Gwil had thought he was going to find in here. Maybe one sexy doctor or firefighter outfit, a vibrator, maybe some handcuffs. Oh, there they were. Handcuffs were easy to identify, but hey, one of those cuffs were definitely alien tech! Oh, sod that!. So they could get away with bringing alien tech home to spice up their love life, but blow up one toilet and he gets it in the back of the head for months.

How did they even have such an active sex life? When Tad wasn't doing massive archival projects and coordinating with pretty much every big name in information the world ... and even outside the world ... over, Dad was talking to UNIT and advising them on whatever new alien crisis popped up. And all that was in between whatever monster showed up in Cardiff, chasing down Weevils, and the general run and upkeep of the whole thing. Gwil couldn't understand how they had time to have any sex, much less kinky sex.

Frowning, Gwil's attention was distracted from the grossness and grossly unfair-ness of his fathers' sex lives by a black box at the bottom of the chest. He pushed aside as much of the other toys as possible with the shoe before reaching a hand in to pull it out. His wrist bumped a dildo. (Ewwwww.) The box wasn't too heavy, nor all that big. About the size of a toolbox, or shoebox. Curious, Gwil opened it up. And cocked his head at what was inside.

It seemed to be some sort of... pointer? Vibrator? But it was pretty thin to be a vibrator. And it had an electric cord attached to it. Which Gwil supposed was possible, but all the vibrators he knew ran on batteries. Then again, there was more to this than just the electrical cord. There was another cord, and some sort of switch thing... Gwil had no idea what this was.

Pull out his phone, Gwil snapped a picture of the thing and flicked the image onto Google. Immediately a listing of matches came up. Gwil squinted at the entires, checking to make sure there was some sort of consistency. There was: violet wand. Gwil tapped on the first entry, curious. Oh. Oh. Apparently it was some sort of electric sex toy. Plug everything in, hold onto one end, and shock your partner with your hands or... well, anything that conducted electricity, it looked like. A smile spread across Gwil's face. Cool. Okay, this could definitely work. So long as it was more fun than painful ... and the websites seemed to be saying something like that ... Gwil could totally see him and Maggie having fun with this.

Checking the time on his phone, Gwil reckoned he had a few more hours before his dads came home. Plenty of time. Picking up the box, Gwil carried it over to the nearest outlet and plugged it in, phone open as he flicked through instructions online. Hold this part here, okay, then just touch things or his partner. Glancing around, Gwil settled on his dad's bedside lamp. He poked a finger to the metal pole.

Oh! A current went through Gwil's finger, definitely more tingly than shocky. That was good! He laughed, stroking his fingers over the lamp. Okay, definitely fun. He could have tons of fun with this, and with Maggie. Unplugging it, Gwil packed everything neatly into the box exactly as he had found it (Gwil knew his tad way too well) and placed it back into the bottom of the toy box. A dildo slid along his elbow. Gross.

With the high-heels Gwil rearranged everything in the toy box back in place. Then he replaced the heels into their box and sealed everything up. Well, he mused as he pushed the boxes back into the closet, at least he had thought of something brilliantly fun to get Maggie for Christmas. And he had eliminated one thing from his list of possible presents for his tad: no more ties. Ever.

***


"Fuck that cow."

Gwil stared out the window of Aaron's car, ignoring him. He didn't want Aaron talking bad about Maggie. He still loved Maggie. Or liked a lot. Or something. He really wasn't sure. He thought he might have been feeling, like... like maybe love? He wanted her around when she wasn't, and he thought about her all the time. And it was more than a crush, because they'd been together for ages. She was so special, the way she was. Just, everything about her: her looks, her personality, the way she gasped and moved against him...

"You need a rebound fuck."

"Aaron, will you just shut your fucking gob for two seconds?" Gwil snapped, finally turning away from the window to glare at Aaron. The other boy just laughed, sucking long and hard on his clove fag before blowing all the sweet-smelling smoke in Gwil's face. Gwil waved it away, practically snarling.

Aaron scrapped a hand through his bright-blue hair, poking at the spiked-up locks. "You know," he mused, "maybe you should go off birds for a while. They just keep fucking you."

"Well I keep fucking them," Gwil pointed out, bitter. He should go off birds for a while. Just be on his own, bury himself in getting his A-Levels and Torchwood and making sure everything was ace on all those fronts. He could worry about birds later. Maybe the Doctor's next companion would be single. He should ask Dad about that. Not that the Doctor was some sort of intergalactic dating service, but, hey: he always had fit birds on his arm. And a companion would at least be okay with Torchwood.

Aaron flicked his fag out the window and rolled it up fast, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. It was mid-February and completely freezing out. But that wasn't exactly news. "I'd blow you."

Gwil snorted. Aaron was always saying stupid shit like that. It was because he had a crush on Dad. Not that Gwil was surprised: pretty much everyone had a crush on Dad. Hell, the ones who didn't, had a crush on Tad. He just had to end up having ridiculously attractive and charismatic dads, didn't he?

"No, seriously." Aaron was jabbing at Gwil's arm now, as if he really needed to be more annoying. "Come on, let me. You've never tried it. Maybe you just need to switch to the other team for your luck to change."

Aaron's words started to sink in, poking through Gwil's grief, anger... whatever the fuck he felt over Maggie breaking up with him. He turned to Aaron, eyes studying his face carefully. Aaron was grinning that cocky, arsehole grin he always did. But he didn't seem disingenuous.

"I'll blow you," Gwil finally asserted. Aaron's eyes went wide, but he didn't even spare a breath to question it. His hands just shot down to his trousers and undid them.

For a split second Gwil sat still in shock, brain freezing as he thought about people looking in through the glass windows on all sides of them and catching them at it. But it was night, and they were out in the middle of nowhere. No street lights, no other traffic.

Aaron's fingers made quick work of his button and flies before he pulled out his penis. Gwil blinked himself out of his unexpected moment of nerves and studied it, face heating up even as he tried to stay casual about it. It was longer than his, a little. But a little thinner, too. He had no hair on his balls or above his penis, which Gwil really should have figured. Aaron always did go for the whole androgyny thing ... fancied himself a modern soulmate to Bowie. It was already more than half-erect, and curling upward by the second to lay against Aaron's belly as he gripped at the base.

Gwil took a breath. He could do this. No big deal. His dads did it all the time, in theory. And Aaron was right: he'd never bothered with the same sex. That could be where he kept going wrong. Maybe Maggie broke up with him because she knew something he didn't. Maybe he was a poof like his dads. He'd never really had any interest in blokes before, but maybe that was just some leftover fear from his days in the mill, because of what he'd heard happened to boys who went with boys.

Aaron's cock was leaking already, precome beading at the tip. Gwil frowned. He wasn't normally that wet. Weird. "You gonna?"

Gwil glared up at Aaron. "Yeah. Give a bloke a second to think."

Aaron rolled his eyes and laughed, fingernails trailing lightly over the underside of his erection. "Not much to think about. No teeth, lots of tongue, keep your head moving, don't try and deepthroat it because I'm telling you, it's just not going to happen your first time."

Gwil rolled his eyes. He knew all that. He wasn't a moron. "I have two dads," he reminded Aaron. "I think I can suss a blowjob."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, eyebrow piercing catching the dashboard light as it moved. "Put your money wear your mouth is then, Jones. Or put your mouth-"

"Shut up, Foller," Gwil snapped. Licking his lips, he looked down again. Fine. He could do this. No big deal. Just helping a mate out, and if he didn't like it, then no harm done. Aaron was a notorious slapper, it wasn't like he'd be all gooey-eyed over Gwil tomorrow. With one last swipe of his tongue over his lips, Gwil bent down and took Aaron in his mouth.

He figured out pretty quick to hold Aaron's hips with one hand and the base of his erection in the other, to keep him in a place that wouldn't have Gwil gagging or Aaron's erection moving around seemingly at random in his mouth. Above him, Aaron was groaning and already panting hard. Precome flooded Gwil's mouth, bitter and salty. He scrunched up his nose. He hadn't liked the taste when he got it second-hand from kissing- Gwil stopped before he thought her name. Anyway, he hadn't liked it then, and it certainly wasn't any better now, coming straight from the source as it was.

Fingers moved through his curls, tugging slightly but not too tight. Gwil glanced up at Aaron and narrowed his eyes in warning. Aaron was flushed bright red against his pale skin and panting heavily, but he still managed a cheeky smile. "Not too hard," he promised, punctuating the words with a gentle tug.

Gwil moved his head up and down, keeping firm pressure against the underside with his tongue. This wasn't so bad. Not exactly hot, wasn't doing anything for him, but hey, whatever. Point of this was supposed to be an experiment. Removing his hand from Aaron's hips, Gwil tried rubbing at himself through his trousers. There was some reaction stirring there, a little bit of pleasure, but it was slow going. Gwil breathed a sigh through his nose as he continued to move up and down over Aaron. He couldn't help but think he'd much rather this hard, bitter length in his mouth was Maggie's soft, sweet folds instead. He wanted breasts to rub, silky roundness of hips to press against, not this bony hardness and deep groans.

Within a few long minutes Aaron's fingers were twisting in his curly hair, fingernails digging into his scalp in warning. A sudden shudder of disgust went through Gwil at the thought of Aaron coming in his mouth. He pulled away quickly, jerking Aaron's erection awkwardly for the last few strokes until Aaron cried out and arched up, hips shaking as they pumped up into Gwil's unenthusiastic grip. Grimacing at the few drops of sticky wetness that hit his hand, Gwil wiped it quickly on Aaron's shirt, feeling more than a little dirty. Cheap. He wanted Maggie back. Or, failing that: a woman. This wasn't for him in the slightest. His erection ... what little he had managed to work up ... had flagged entirely by now; and his penis felt shriveled in his trousers, like it was hiding out until all the unpleasantness was over.

"Come on," Aaron was breathing against Gwil's ear. Gwil grimaced. He had practically forgotten Aaron was there. "Let me do you."

Gwil flinched away, but Aaron didn't notice in his orgasm-drunk state. Bitten-off fingers scrambled at Gwil's belt, at his flies, as Aaron tried to undo them, eager to return the favor. Gwil didn't want him to, he wasn't interested, but Aaron already had his fingers inside, then his hand, his palm wrapping around Gwil's length. Gwil sat, faintly horrified but too embarrassed to do anything about it.

Abruptly light flooded the car as a door clicked open. Gwil blinked, like a startled deer, in the sudden light. A male voice spoke out, cutting through Gwil's stunned immobility. "Whoa, Romeos! Hands where I can see them!"

It was Owen. Gwil had never been so happy to see his sarcastic uncle.

Next to him, Aaron withdrew his hands from Gwil's pants and pouted up at Owen, cool cockiness rapidly returning. Gwil's fingers fumbled blindly with his trousers, tugging them back closed. "Couldn't give us five more minutes? Just trying to help a mate out; forget that twa-"

"Go home."

Aaron rolled his eyes, but turned his key in the ignition and started the car. Briefly Gwil had another moment of panic when Aaron turned to him, eyebrows raised.

But then Owen was grabbing him none-too-gently by his ear and dragging him out of the car. Gwil had never been so relieved to be treated like a kid his whole life. "Let's go, Casanova," Owen said. "You're with me."

Doors slammed shut and seat belts clicked into their buckles; engines started and headlights turned on while interior lights flickered off. And then Aaron and his car was gone, and Gwil was slowly rolling in his seat with the movement of the car. "You feel like talking?"

Gwil couldn't even answer that much to himself. He wanted to talk about it, but the person he usually shared this stuff with was Aaron. He didn't want to talk about it with Owen, but he really didn't want to talk about it with Dad or Tad. Owen was his best of a bunch of shit options.

"I didn't like it."

In the dim light from other cars and the road, Gwil could see Owen shrug. "I don't either."

Gwil went silent for a few minutes. His forehead was pressed against the glass of the car window; his eyes were dragging back and forth over lights as they sped by the car.

"Just because your dads-"

"It's not about that." Gwil didn't want his dads blamed for how stupid he was tonight. A streetlight was out, interrupting the consistent beat of light and dark. Plonker.

"I've done it with a bloke or two." Owen's voice was too-casual in the darkness. "Bird was there with us, both times. Really just wanted the bird, but wasn't feeling picky. It was alright, but. Not my scene."

Gwil ignored Owen's attempts to relate. After all, Owen had Tosh, and they were mad for each other. Gwil had nobody. And now Gwil knew it wasn't because he was a poof, it was just him. He liked girls and they thought he was terrible because... because... because he was too weird or Torchwood or something. It was the mill, Gwil thought bitterly. The stupid mill. He'd spent too long there to start, and it had infected him, made him funny. People didn't realize it, not at first. But girls could tell, once they spent enough time with him. It was why they all left.

"Did your dads ever tell you about Diane?"

Gwil's eyes blinked slowly, lashes flickering against the cool glass of the window. "I read the report," he replied. No one talked about Diane. Owen had never mentioned her before, not ever. Gwil knew this was special, that Owen was talking to him about her.

"So you know she left." Gwil didn't say anything, and after a moment Owen started talking again, a little haltingly. "I'd never met a bird like her. She was a brilliant woman. Not as brilliant as Tosh, but. Amazing." Owen's next breath was loud over the almost silent hum of the electrical car engine. "I think she loved me. But that wasn't enough. She left. Sometimes people aren't right for each other. Sometimes they leave. And it's okay to feel like shit: I did. Do you know your tad shot me?"

That was cause for Gwil to stir, to turn and look side-eyed at Owen. "You were trying to save Tosh and Dad." That's what the report had said.

Owen snorted, laughed. "Figures your tad'd cover for me, even when... okay. No. I opened it to try and get Diane back. Everything else could've just gone to hell." Gwil waited for the point. When it came, it wasn't exactly what he was expecting. "Sometimes birds leave, and sometimes it makes you feel shit. And that's okay. For a while."

Gwil stared out the window, heart in his throat. "But what if it's me?" he croaked. "What if they know. They won't be with me because I'm wrong, because I'm out of time and they know."

"Your dad's 'wrong', according to the Doctor. But Ianto loves him. And Ianto's gonna die just like the rest of us, but Jack loves him. I'm broken in all sorts of fun ways, but Tosh ... God knows why ... loves me. The good Doctor himself would probably say there's none of us unworthy of love, and even if I'm a cynical sort and disagree with him, you're definitely not gonna make my list of sad, pathetic, utterly unloveable bastards in the world."

That wasn't true, Gwil thought. If that was true, then there'd be no such thing as spinsters or cranky old men, all alone in the world.

Just as he opened his mouth to argue as much, Owen cut him off. "And we all love you. So tough luck, kid: you're officially loveable."

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, so Gwil turned to face the window again, hiding it from Owen. But maybe Owen was right. Not about birds ... even though, okay, if anybody in Torchwood knew birds, it was Owen ... but about Gwil, and about being wrong. Everyone they knew was off in some way. They all worked together at Torchwood for just that reason: it was the one place they could all make home. Gwil was a part of that just like Owen or Tosh or Mickey or, hey, even Andy. One day, a whole new group of people would find Torchwood, brought from across the world and maybe even galaxy by some commonality of spirit. Gwil just had to wait.

And make sure to tell Aaron tomorrow that he definitely wasn't interested, and make it clear he'd rather just forget the whole thing.

***

Hey, guys.

So. I'm really sorry.

But I think I'm going to have to cancel the series. I just have way too much on my plate right now IRL. I mean, it's all good things, like, life is going really awesome right now, but it's also incredibly packed. I just have no time in my day to do something like this.

Here's the deal: I am canceling the series. Would I maybe pick it up again? It's an incredible long shot, but not logically impossible. But please, don't get your hopes up. 

As a consolation prize, I'm going to post my outline for the rest of the series under the cut. So you can at least see where it was going to go (and you get an insight into the stupid ways I write notes to myself on stories DX). There's also a paragraph or two of the last chapter written, which is included. 

I'm really sorry to do this, guys, but RL just takes priority. 

In conclusion:



11th year: 17

3. 3. Uncle Owen takes Gwil to a strip club.


Gwen finds out, takes him to a chipndales ()UK equivalent


Inato finds out, pissed.


Jack finds out: massive grin.


Gwil speaks up: he appreciates it and all, but he actually has a girlfriend ATM, and she'd appreciate it if they all just stopped. And kind of lays into Owen in private b/c he thinks he told Gwen about the aaron thing, but he didn't.



12th year: 18



1.Mopes around for a while until he decides to go to Tad about it, since Tad used to be "straight". Aaron


Tad a little bit green about the fact that gwil went from fucking his gf in the shower to blowing one of his mates in his car after school, but stomachs it and talks him through some stuff, gives him some advice. Basically, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. Pales a little and tells gwil he would have preferred if he could have figured this out without going around handing out blowjobs...



2. ianto gets reading glasses?


Complains that it was the archival overhaul, jack laughs and points out that was over a year ago, ianto like, yeah, and i've been putting off getting reading glasses for a year. Owen the one who officially makes ianto get them, teases him.


3. Took his A-levels, got good grades,whatever.


13th year: 19


1. gwil decided to take a year off between school and university to work at torchwood. Ianto wants him on strict hub duty, gwil wants to be a field agent, jack comes to a compromise with gwil on severly limited, only the most mundane field work, like talking to victims and giving them retcon.


2. Gwil and his girl break up, bad break up, he swears off women forever and ever.


3. mickey and martha have a kid, finally. Rory and Amy come on to work with them as limited field duty. Rhys as well. Birthday surprise is martha going into labor at his birthday, and also aliens. Because, well. Torchwood.


14th year: 20


1. packing for university, ianto totally misty.


2. gwil forgets to check his phone for a day or two because he's busy cramming for finals, comes back to his flat to find his parents freaking out and there, + owen and tosh.


3. home for his birthday


15th year: 21



1. road trip with his friends down to london for the weekend, on the way at night there's this creepy little alien bug in the car that starts biting them, like a mosquito. Except it isn't one because they start passing out paralyzed one by one. Gwil plays big damn hero.


2. jack and ianto join him in cambridge for christmas. It's lovely.



3. doesn't come home for his birthday because he's doing an internship at UNIT for the summer and can't get off work, skypes his dads instead.


16th year 22



1. finds an alien pet thing at university playing in the snow. Scoops it up, takes it back to his flat with him. Does some researching and figures out what it is by accessing the archives from his laptop (he has the clearnace to do that). Keeps it.

2.

3.

17th year 23



1. jack/ianto sex scene


Reference to the grey pubic hair that jack made ianto keep, jack's playing with it and sniffing it and just loving it, ianto has long gotten over being embarassed by it, knows it's not some sick fascination of jack's about him being happy or something that ianto's going to die. It's just jack being so in love with ianto that he loves every bit of him, and the reminder that he's mortal makes it better and sadder and better all at once.


2. huge party for graduation with his friends, they go out drinking and being crazy, ianto knows he'd cramp his style so he sends mickey and owen along as chaperones.


3.

18th year 24


1. back home now that he's done with uni, working at torchwood again. Staying in the house with jack and ianto 'til he finds his own place.


2. gets his own place, everyone helps move him in, ianto's back is awful so he can't really help out loads. Jack just snuggles him and starts humming "when i'm 64" to him. Ianto smacks him. Cuddles.


3. Last chapter: ends with: ianto finds a note gwil scribbled and left on the kitchen counter, something about the TARDIS, and no time to say goodbye. Cheers! Ianto sits down with a thump, or something. END.


Ianto had headed over to gwil's flat to get him to bring him to his birthday dinner that evening.


When Jack came by two hours later, Ianto was still sitting there on the floor, note in hand. He couldn't muster the strength to move, or even look at Jack, as the man slid carefully down next to him and pried the scrap of paper from his hand. After a moment of silent reading, Jack set it aside and wrapped his arm around Ianto's shoulders, pulling him into his chest. Clinging to him, Ianto finally found himself beginning to cry. He didn't stop until he fell asleep the next morning, dewey-fingered dawn just beginning to peek through their windows.


Epilogue:


Ianto and jack greeting gwil on one of his stops back home, ianto sooooo mad at him, jack super amused but chastising gwil. Gwil doing great with the new incarnation of the doctor ... a woman, perhaps? :DD


character development: serious little boy, much like ianto, crazy teenager, more like jack, finally evens out into good mix as a young man. He"™s the best parts of them ;__;

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