Title: Two Weeks
By: ninefics
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Gwen
Rating: Teen and up (language)
Warning(s): The f-bomb.
Spoiler(s): End of S1 of Torchwood and end of S3 of Doctor Who
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I am not affiliated with the television series Torchwood, nor any of the cast and crew. No harm is intended. It's all just for fun.
Author's Note: At the end of the story, to avoid spoilers. Written in a hurry and unbeataed; this was never meant to be serious.

Captain Jack Harkness walked away from the Doctor and Martha Jones. He didn't look back. He had his answers. He knew where he belonged. He knew where he was needed. He knew who needed him.

Jack walked into the tourist information centre and stared at Ianto Jones for several minutes before he was noticed.

"Jack?" Ianto hesitated. He closed the magazine he'd been paging through and stepped around the counter. "Captain?"

Jack threw his arms open wide and grinned. "Did you miss me?"

Ianto punched the captain in the stomach, then in the jaw when the blow made him double up. "No," he said in his usual, unnervingly placid voice. He locked up the centre and went straight to the lift. Jack shuffled after him, one hand on the wall for support.

"Not even a little bit?" Jack asked once they were in the lift. He gave Ianto his best "hurt puppy" expression, which, considering the throbbing in his stomach, wasn't difficult to fake.

Ianto's eyes flicked to the side and quickly scanned Jack. "Maybe," he said.

Jack discovered that grinning was exceptionally painful.

As soon as he stepped onto the main floor of the Hub, Toshiko dropped her work and ran to him. "Jack!" She cried. Then she kicked him square in the shin with the very pointy toe of her boot. "That's for not bothering to tell us where you'd gone. We wasted almost two weeks looking for you! You could have at least called."

"Wait, two weeks? How long was I gone?"

"Two weeks." Gwen said. "We've just got back from the Himalayas just yesterday. We were certain you were there, but there was nothing... just an empty cave with some sort of weird beacon in it."

"The what now? Oh, right... the... no, you wouldn't remember that." Jack said, mostly to himself.

Gwen wrapped her arms around Jack and gave him a tight hug. "We were all so worried about you! You'd been dead and then you just vanished and we had no idea what happened to you." She snuffled and swiped at her eyes, clearly fighting back tears.

"Normal people don't go out for a jog after they've been dead for three days. Sir." Ianto added.

"Hey! Don't you dare call me 'normal'. It's insulting. Normal people don't do anything after being dead for three days, thank you." He stretched his jaw to make sure it was working, and then beamed at Ianto, who gave him a lopsided, tight-lipped smile in return. Which, for Ianto, was about the same as giddy laughter for anyone else.

Gwen hugged Jack again and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "We're just glad you're safely back."

Owen appeared in the doorway to Jack's office. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the frame. "Well fuck me," he said. "I guess this means I've got to clear my shit out of here now, huh."



Author's Note: Based on a conversation in [info]torchwood_meta, where I said "Now I want to write one where he comes back and Ianto decks him again, Gwen cries, and Tosh kicks him in the shin. And then Owen asks if this means he has to get his shit out of Jack's office." Then [info]donutsweeper and [info]bibliotech had to go and encourage me.