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ericadawn16Title: But Time Marches On
Characters: Jack, Iefan, Rhi Jack/Ianto David, Emyr David/Emyr
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Rhi tells Jack what she wants for Christmas from him.
Author's Note: The Sequel to But Time Didn't Stop. This takes place nearly nine months later.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/113396.html
December 9th, 2017
"Modi!" Iefan exclaimed and ran over to Rhi.
"Iefan, my favorite nephew," she said with a smile before picking him up and giving him a kiss. Jack decided not to point out that he was her only nephew.
"Why does he call you that?" Jack asked with the nappy bag on one arm. She took it from him and explained, "Ianto ended up calling me 'Wee' for over three years. I'd rather not repeat that so I was trying to teach him Welsh. Modryb means Aunt, but we'll work on it...what happened to his face?"
"Booboo," Iefan said and seemed proud of himself.
Jack cringed, but he knew she'd ask that. His right eyebrow had a bright blue bandage over it.
"He was running and fell into the corner of the coffee table," he told her and it felt like it happened all over again. Rhi's face softened.
"Did he need stitches?" she asked and patted the toddler's back.
"No, Selene came over and she was able to use a glue," Jack said and was glad Gwen had found such a competent medic, "He's probably going to have a scar though."
"Ska," Iefan tried to repeat and clutched his stuffed animal, Faba, with a tight fist.
"Your daddy had a scar on his arm. I have one on my stomach. Now, you're just one of the family," she spoke and bounced him until a giggle came out. How could she be so calm about this?
"Jack..."
"It shouldn't have happened. I should have been watching him better than that...I just took my eyes off him for a second. I should have replaced that table," he said as she began frowning, but it was the truth, "I'm a bad parent."
Rhi sighed before complaining, "You have a toddler. Even mine felt they were invincible at that age. Accidents are going to happen. Why do you always blame yourself? You're always quick to think you're a bad father."
The lack of an endearing term like "dumbo" shocked him for an instant, but he couldn't shake what he felt.
"Because I was before. I proved in every way that I was a bad father. What's to stop me from doing it again?"
Rhi set Iefan back on the carpeted floor and he looked up with an anxious expression.
"Taddy?" he asked and Jack gave him a smile. He felt bad about it being fake.
"Jack, you asked me last week what I wanted for Christmas and I know what it is now. I want you to tell your daughter about Iefan," she spoke and he was already shaking his head, "I know you thought she might think you were trying to replace her or something, but the two of you need to talk."
"She doesn't, that's the thing. She had time that summer to talk to me, but she didn't. She even moved to Italy so she wouldn't have to speak to me again," he told her because it's what made the most sense to him. Wasn't the payphone stunt her way of saying goodbye?
"This is never going to be resolved until you talk with her. You've never forgiven yourself and you need to. Iefan needs you to. It's been over eight years. Alice probably needs closure, too, and when she's supposed to get it? Heaven? Who knows when you get to stay there? And do you want her to find out when she's dead that she had a brother she never knew about?" Rhi asked with that patented glare of shame.
There were possibly other siblings. However, he was raising Iefan and Iefan was the most important person in his life. He supposed Rhi had a point except it would be very hard to actually...go through with it. There was only one way he could picture being able to do it.
"You would have to come with me," he stipulated and wondered if this would make her back down.
"And leave Johnny and Mica alone? They'd eat takeaway the entire time," she pointed out and he seemed to be wearing her down except even as she was saying it, he realized he wanted her to win. Deep down, he did want this resolved between him and Alice. His closeness with Iefan served to remind him of what he had lost with her. They used to be that close. Shouldn't he give it a chance to see if she could forgive him? If they could have that closeness again?
"Fine. Bring them, too," he stated before he could talk himself out of it.
"Wha..." she started and shook her head, "What about David and Emyr?"
They would feel left out if the rest of the family went without them.
"Them, too," he agreed and Rhi's brown eyes grew very big. Iefan looked from one adult to the other in confusion.
"Taddy? Modi?" he asked and Rhi picked him up again.
"We're going to Italy, Iefan! Italy! Never been there before," she remarked, half to herself.
"I love you, Iefan. You have fun with Aunt Rhi and I'll see you later," Jack told him and kissed his cheek. The toddler blew him a kiss back and the world felt a little better. Now, he would just need to find where in Italy was Melissa Moretti.
December 16th, 2017
"You need a haircut," David commented and pulled on the nearest strand with a laugh. The straight, brown hair was several inches and could cover Emyr's brown eyes.
"You really want me to take time from our packing for a haircut?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, not for that," David said and rubbed one finger over the other's wrist.
"Tell me why your uncle is paying for everyone, including me to go to Italy? Your uncle that I'd barely even heard of a year ago?" asked Emyr as he slipped a couple of shirts into his suitcase.
"Because you're important to me? Because he understands since he was married to my mum's brother?" he replied and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"So, this is just a quick winter holiday to Italy?" Emyr questioned in disbelief. David wanted to sigh because Emyr knew people too well especially him.
"No, Jack has someone he needs to see and he needs my mum with him and if she gets to go to Italy, she's not about to leave the rest of us behind," he explained and saw another question forming on his lover's lips, "Because Jack seems incapable of doing major things by himself. I know we're supposed to think it's because she's pretty much my cousin's childminder, but I think it's more than that. He doesn't seem to have a lot of friends and he hasn't seen anyone since he came back."
"And your mum hasn't tried? I'm surprised. Her matchmaking normally knows no bounds," Emyr commented with a shake of his head.
"Oh, she's tried. She's my mum, right? But he won't have it, says he won't have anyone else," David told him and started to regret the course of conversation. They'd been together almost three years. They lived together. They had even admitted the "l" word to each other but had nicely avoided the conversation about whether they'd grow old together for over a year. It had started as some fun between two teenagers who were out went most weren't yet. Now, it felt like a lot more than that. It was a little scary.
The silence accumulated in the room like thick smoke.
"I wouldn't want you to do that; I'd want you to find someone else. It's not right to be alone like that," said Emyr and his brown eyes were serious.
"No, me, too, absolutely," he agreed and ran a hand through his own hair. Short, tight blond curls covered the top because Emyr liked it that way.
"But your uncle, how's he able to afford this and that new BMW? And we never see any of his work or anything," his boyfriend pointed out and David put his fists on his hips.
"It's a government job, they pay him very well," he explained and waited for what would come next. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together with that information.
"So, he's like a spook?" Emyr asked and David winced because it was close.
"Something like that," he confirmed, "but you know if he was, I couldn't really tell you." In a moment, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Emyr dropped the jumper in his hand with a thud so it came unfolded in the open suitcase.
"But you just said I was important to you," he pointed out and David grimaced. He had said that and he did mean it. However, he wasn't ready for the Torchwood talk. Anyone raised in or around Cardiff knew about Torchwood. At the very least, they knew they showed up when something odd had happened. Emyr knew that David had an interest in aliens when he was younger and that aliens were involved in his uncle's death, but not that Ianto worked for Torchwood or that Jack still did.
"I do, I love you but it's not really my secret to tell, it's Jack's," he said and kissed him with a firm right hand on his ass. Emyr kissed him back for a moment before pushing him away.
"Someday, you won't be able to make it all better with a kiss," he spoke with a pout.
"I know, but will it work for right now?" David asked and pouted back in a way that his mum had said only Jones were capable of. No one was immune to it.
"Only if you do more than kissing," Emyr retorted and David nodded. He could do that.
Sippy Cups Aren't Foolproof
Characters: Jack, Iefan, Rhi Jack/Ianto David, Emyr David/Emyr
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Rhi tells Jack what she wants for Christmas from him.
Author's Note: The Sequel to But Time Didn't Stop. This takes place nearly nine months later.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/113396.html
December 9th, 2017
"Modi!" Iefan exclaimed and ran over to Rhi.
"Iefan, my favorite nephew," she said with a smile before picking him up and giving him a kiss. Jack decided not to point out that he was her only nephew.
"Why does he call you that?" Jack asked with the nappy bag on one arm. She took it from him and explained, "Ianto ended up calling me 'Wee' for over three years. I'd rather not repeat that so I was trying to teach him Welsh. Modryb means Aunt, but we'll work on it...what happened to his face?"
"Booboo," Iefan said and seemed proud of himself.
Jack cringed, but he knew she'd ask that. His right eyebrow had a bright blue bandage over it.
"He was running and fell into the corner of the coffee table," he told her and it felt like it happened all over again. Rhi's face softened.
"Did he need stitches?" she asked and patted the toddler's back.
"No, Selene came over and she was able to use a glue," Jack said and was glad Gwen had found such a competent medic, "He's probably going to have a scar though."
"Ska," Iefan tried to repeat and clutched his stuffed animal, Faba, with a tight fist.
"Your daddy had a scar on his arm. I have one on my stomach. Now, you're just one of the family," she spoke and bounced him until a giggle came out. How could she be so calm about this?
"Jack..."
"It shouldn't have happened. I should have been watching him better than that...I just took my eyes off him for a second. I should have replaced that table," he said as she began frowning, but it was the truth, "I'm a bad parent."
Rhi sighed before complaining, "You have a toddler. Even mine felt they were invincible at that age. Accidents are going to happen. Why do you always blame yourself? You're always quick to think you're a bad father."
The lack of an endearing term like "dumbo" shocked him for an instant, but he couldn't shake what he felt.
"Because I was before. I proved in every way that I was a bad father. What's to stop me from doing it again?"
Rhi set Iefan back on the carpeted floor and he looked up with an anxious expression.
"Taddy?" he asked and Jack gave him a smile. He felt bad about it being fake.
"Jack, you asked me last week what I wanted for Christmas and I know what it is now. I want you to tell your daughter about Iefan," she spoke and he was already shaking his head, "I know you thought she might think you were trying to replace her or something, but the two of you need to talk."
"She doesn't, that's the thing. She had time that summer to talk to me, but she didn't. She even moved to Italy so she wouldn't have to speak to me again," he told her because it's what made the most sense to him. Wasn't the payphone stunt her way of saying goodbye?
"This is never going to be resolved until you talk with her. You've never forgiven yourself and you need to. Iefan needs you to. It's been over eight years. Alice probably needs closure, too, and when she's supposed to get it? Heaven? Who knows when you get to stay there? And do you want her to find out when she's dead that she had a brother she never knew about?" Rhi asked with that patented glare of shame.
There were possibly other siblings. However, he was raising Iefan and Iefan was the most important person in his life. He supposed Rhi had a point except it would be very hard to actually...go through with it. There was only one way he could picture being able to do it.
"You would have to come with me," he stipulated and wondered if this would make her back down.
"And leave Johnny and Mica alone? They'd eat takeaway the entire time," she pointed out and he seemed to be wearing her down except even as she was saying it, he realized he wanted her to win. Deep down, he did want this resolved between him and Alice. His closeness with Iefan served to remind him of what he had lost with her. They used to be that close. Shouldn't he give it a chance to see if she could forgive him? If they could have that closeness again?
"Fine. Bring them, too," he stated before he could talk himself out of it.
"Wha..." she started and shook her head, "What about David and Emyr?"
They would feel left out if the rest of the family went without them.
"Them, too," he agreed and Rhi's brown eyes grew very big. Iefan looked from one adult to the other in confusion.
"Taddy? Modi?" he asked and Rhi picked him up again.
"We're going to Italy, Iefan! Italy! Never been there before," she remarked, half to herself.
"I love you, Iefan. You have fun with Aunt Rhi and I'll see you later," Jack told him and kissed his cheek. The toddler blew him a kiss back and the world felt a little better. Now, he would just need to find where in Italy was Melissa Moretti.
December 16th, 2017
"You need a haircut," David commented and pulled on the nearest strand with a laugh. The straight, brown hair was several inches and could cover Emyr's brown eyes.
"You really want me to take time from our packing for a haircut?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, not for that," David said and rubbed one finger over the other's wrist.
"Tell me why your uncle is paying for everyone, including me to go to Italy? Your uncle that I'd barely even heard of a year ago?" asked Emyr as he slipped a couple of shirts into his suitcase.
"Because you're important to me? Because he understands since he was married to my mum's brother?" he replied and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"So, this is just a quick winter holiday to Italy?" Emyr questioned in disbelief. David wanted to sigh because Emyr knew people too well especially him.
"No, Jack has someone he needs to see and he needs my mum with him and if she gets to go to Italy, she's not about to leave the rest of us behind," he explained and saw another question forming on his lover's lips, "Because Jack seems incapable of doing major things by himself. I know we're supposed to think it's because she's pretty much my cousin's childminder, but I think it's more than that. He doesn't seem to have a lot of friends and he hasn't seen anyone since he came back."
"And your mum hasn't tried? I'm surprised. Her matchmaking normally knows no bounds," Emyr commented with a shake of his head.
"Oh, she's tried. She's my mum, right? But he won't have it, says he won't have anyone else," David told him and started to regret the course of conversation. They'd been together almost three years. They lived together. They had even admitted the "l" word to each other but had nicely avoided the conversation about whether they'd grow old together for over a year. It had started as some fun between two teenagers who were out went most weren't yet. Now, it felt like a lot more than that. It was a little scary.
The silence accumulated in the room like thick smoke.
"I wouldn't want you to do that; I'd want you to find someone else. It's not right to be alone like that," said Emyr and his brown eyes were serious.
"No, me, too, absolutely," he agreed and ran a hand through his own hair. Short, tight blond curls covered the top because Emyr liked it that way.
"But your uncle, how's he able to afford this and that new BMW? And we never see any of his work or anything," his boyfriend pointed out and David put his fists on his hips.
"It's a government job, they pay him very well," he explained and waited for what would come next. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together with that information.
"So, he's like a spook?" Emyr asked and David winced because it was close.
"Something like that," he confirmed, "but you know if he was, I couldn't really tell you." In a moment, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Emyr dropped the jumper in his hand with a thud so it came unfolded in the open suitcase.
"But you just said I was important to you," he pointed out and David grimaced. He had said that and he did mean it. However, he wasn't ready for the Torchwood talk. Anyone raised in or around Cardiff knew about Torchwood. At the very least, they knew they showed up when something odd had happened. Emyr knew that David had an interest in aliens when he was younger and that aliens were involved in his uncle's death, but not that Ianto worked for Torchwood or that Jack still did.
"I do, I love you but it's not really my secret to tell, it's Jack's," he said and kissed him with a firm right hand on his ass. Emyr kissed him back for a moment before pushing him away.
"Someday, you won't be able to make it all better with a kiss," he spoke with a pout.
"I know, but will it work for right now?" David asked and pouted back in a way that his mum had said only Jones were capable of. No one was immune to it.
"Only if you do more than kissing," Emyr retorted and David nodded. He could do that.
Sippy Cups Aren't Foolproof
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Date: 2010-08-03 08:07 am (UTC)Italy. Oooh, I love traveling. :D It's still strange for me to view Jack as a family man, but his feelings of guilt spilling over into even how he views his parenting skills seems perfectly in character. I know I'll probably say this too often, but Iefan's adorable.
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Date: 2010-08-20 01:19 am (UTC)