Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 2, Chapter 7

[amuly]

Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 2, Chapter 7
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwil, Tosh, Gwen, Owen mention
Word Count: 4,493
Rating: R
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.
Chapter Summary: Gwil's first day of school. Oh dear.
Warnings: abortive blowjob
A/N: Concerning Andy: he has the day off. This is not because I forgot about him until halfway through writing this. Not at all.

Previous Chapters:
Prologue
The First Year:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17
The Second Year:
1, 1.PWP, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

 

 

The room was dark, the sounds of the Hub above them eerily absent. Not even Myfanwy could be heard shifting in her perch, getting ready to greet the day with a squawked demand for breakfast. It was too early for her, yet.

It wasn't too early for Ianto, apparently. So it seemed. He had been lying awake in bed for over an hour now, silent and still as he stared at his ceiling in the almost pitch-black of their room. The only movement for an hour had been the flickering of light as the numbers on his and Jack's digital clocks clicked over every minute, and the shifting and breathing of Jack in his sleep. Ianto's eyes slid to his clock. Six am. He was surprised Jack was still asleep.

As if roused by the very thought, Jack stirred next to Ianto, stilling with one foot thrown casually over Ianto's ankle. Ianto continued to stare at their ceiling. “You haven't been up worrying the whole night, have you?”

Ianto shook his head as he continued to stare resolutely at the ceiling. Maybe the Rift would absolutely implode today, bringing space stuff from the foulest corners of the universe raining down on their heads, and Gwil would have to give the first day of school a miss. But the Rift alarm hadn't gone off for a day, and Tosh was only predicting a minor spatial-displacement fluctuation late in the afternoon.

Sighing, Ianto gave up trying to control the Rift by sheer force of his gaze on his ceiling, and tilted his head slightly toward Jack. “No. Past hour, or so.”

Jack's hand wriggled beneath the sheets, displacing them until he managed to brush against Ianto's thigh. Ianto lay still for a moment as Jack's hand slipped to his groin, stroking his flaccid penis lovingly. “I can help take your mind off it,” Jack whispered against Ianto's neck, kissing it gently before pushing the covers away and sliding down his body.

Out of apathy – or perhaps an interest to see if it would work – Ianto let Jack slip his mouth around his still-flaccid member, licking and sucking and nuzzling against it. His technique was perfect, of course, but Ianto's mind was too busy treating him to images of Gwil getting run over by a car, or being bullied because he was small, or because he had two tads, or because of his finger. Or even worse: an alien crashing in front of the school and killing all the children, or a negative Rift spike taking him away, displacing him through time and space – again – or the government taking Gwil away from Jack and Ianto because they were Torchwood and Captain Jack Harkness and his little boy-toy Ianto Jones, and who would ever let them raise a kid?

After a moment, Ianto rolled away, nudging Jack's head gently with his thighs. Jack got the message, sitting up and staring balefully down at Ianto from the end of the bed. “Sorry, Jack.” Ianto wasn't embarrassed – Jack would never laugh for him being unable to perform, and his expression clearly said he understood in this particular case – but he did feel bad: bad that Jack couldn't offer him the comfort he needed, bad that he couldn't take it.

But Jack just offered him a crooked smile, crawling back up the bed to him and kissing him on the forehead. “It was worth a shot. Come on:” Jack patted Ianto's thigh roughly before swinging his own over the edge of the bed, “Make us some coffee. And I've got a better idea to help you out.”

Ianto doubted it, but pulled on a dressing gown and followed Jack out to their kitchen. Stifling a yawn into the back of his hand, Ianto started the coffee, while Jack puttered around the kitchen in the buff, piling the supplies for a hearty breakfast on the counter: bacon, eggs, onions, hash, butter, along with pans, olive oil, and a spatula. Before he began, he took his cup of coffee from Ianto gratefully, then steered him over to the kitchen table. Ianto waited, sipping from his mug as Jack grabbed their grocery list pad and pencil from the fridge, setting it down in front of Ianto on the table.

“Now, as I cook, I want you to make a list of everything that could possibly go wrong today.” Ianto glanced up at Jack, startled. This was supposed to calm him? But Jack seemed sure of himself as he nodded raised eyebrows at the pad and pencil. “I know you've already got a list a hundred items long in your head, but I want to see it: written out, nice and neat.”

Jack's confident prodding encouraged Ianto to pick up the pencil and give it a go. Jack hovered over him just a moment, before squeezing his shoulder encouragingly and returning to making breakfast.

By the time Jack was sliding eggs from pan to plate, Ianto had filled up both sides of one piece of paper and was reaching for a second. A sharp rap to the back of his knuckles, courtesy Jack's spatula, stopped him. “I'm sure that's plenty. Come on: hand it over.”

Reluctantly Ianto held the list out to Jack, proceeding to poke at his eggs as the other man read.

Things That Could Happen to Gwil:

1.] Bullied

2.] Run over by a car

3.] Food poisoning

4.] Infectious disease

5.] Molestation

6.] Broken arm leg wrist

6.] Serious injury

7.] Bad grades

8.] Negative Rift spike

9.] Positive Rift spike

10.] Dating

11.] Break-ups

12.] STIs

13.] Fights

14.] Kidnapping

15.] Exposure to swearing

16.] Exposure to sex

17.] Drugs

18.] Jail

19.] Stealing

20.] Getting lost on his way to class

21.] Tearing his uniform

22.] Not making friends

23.] Not being able to relate to any of the other children

24.] Having a flashback to 1848

25.] Refusing to attend – good thing?

26.] Failing grades

27.] Being behind

28.] Being unable to catch up

29.] Being too far ahead

30.] Amputation

In the background, Ianto could hear Gwil's alarm going off. Six-thirty, then. Ianto started up out of his seat, but before he could even stand, Jack's hand shot out to grip his arm and hold him in place. “Sit,” he ordered, glancing up from the list. As the two men sat, the alarm turned off, and the sounds of Gwil's bed creaking and feet padding around on carpet could be heard drifting from the little boy's room.

“He said he wanted to do it himself,” Jack reminded him.

Ianto nodded. He knew Jack was right. Gwil had insisted they buy him an alarm clock, so he could wake up on his own. It had been Gwil who pointed out that some mornings Jack and Ianto might not be around to help see him off, and that he would have to be able to take care of himself.

“Eat,” Jack prodded him, poking at Ianto's eggs with his fork and stealing a piece of bacon from him at the same time. “I don't need you fainting in the middle of a weevil chase.”

Reluctantly Ianto shoved a pile of eggs into his mouth, washing it down with a thick swallow of coffee. Everything tasted like cardboard to him this morning; his mouth was dry and the food stuck to the roof. As he ate – or poked food around on his plate – Jack stood and made a plate up for Gwil: eggs, bacon, hash, a glass of orange juice and milk. The rustling in Gwil's room grew louder as his lights turned on, visible through the crack under his door.

When Gwil's place was ready, Jack turned back to Ianto, holding the list out to him. “Here's what I want you to do.” Ianto shifted weary eyes up to Jack. “Take this list, and put it under your pillow.” Jack shook his head even as Ianto started laughing derisively. “Trust me, okay? And every day that Gwil comes home and nothing catastrophic has happened to him, you have to cross an item off the list.”

It might help – Ianto knew enough to give it a go. He let his eyes slide closed in resignation as Jack carded a hand through his hair. “Are you going to shower?”

With a sigh and quick glance to Gwil's bedroom, Ianto nodded. “I'll just be a minute.”

As he pushed back from the table and made for their bedroom, Jack coughed. “Ianto.” He was holding out the list, eyeing Ianto amusedly.

Ianto took the list and trudged back into their bedroom.

**

When he came back, Gwil was seated at the table, uniform on and breakfast moving rapidly from plate to mouth. He grinned as Ianto moved toward the table, teeth spotty in his mouth, eggs and bacon sticking between and on them. “Hey, Tad. Dad said you wanted to take pictures?”

Ianto nodded, subconsciously accepting his refilled mug of coffee from a now fully-clothed Jack. “Right.” He gulped at the coffee, feeling it slosh around in his nearly-empty stomach. Hesitating, he glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Let's wait for Auntie Tosh and Gwen. They said they wanted to see you before you left.”

Jack apparently took that as his cue to head upstairs to the main area of the Hub, which he did with a quick nod to Ianto. With shaking hands, Ianto set down his coffee on the table and moved to Gwil, smoothing out his collar, running fingers over the line of his jacket, checking the knot in his tie. He combed a hand through Gwil's short-cut wavy hair, checking it for cleanliness, even though Ianto had supervised his bath the night before. Crouching down, he checked the knots in his shoes, the length of the socks, the fall of his trousers.

“Tad.”

Ianto glanced up from his crouching position, at a big pair of blue eyes that were staring down at him exasperatedly.

“I'm going to be fine.”

Forcing a shaky smile onto his face, Ianto patted Gwil's leg. The pat turned into a squeeze, which devolved into Ianto surging up and hugging Gwil close to him, burying his face into the little boy's hair. “Just...” Breathing deep, Ianto took a moment to steady himself. In his arms, Gwil squirmed slightly, but settled and patted Ianto's sides in an attempt at comfort.

“It's okay, Tad.”

“Be safe,” Ianto whispered, squeezing his eyes shut tight against the onslaught of emotions trying to batter their way out of him. “Just be safe. And come to me or your dad if you need help, in anything. Anything.” Against Ianto's shoulder Gwil's head bobbed in some semblance of a nod.

Ianto was still squeezing fragile, tiny Gwil to his chest when the sounds of heels clicking over tiles reached his ears. Gwen's voice filled the kitchen. “Alright Ianto: let the rest of us have a go at the little one on his big day!”

Wiping his eyes discreetly, Ianto finally released Gwil from his embrace. The boy raced away from him to Gwen and Tosh. The women's arms were heavy with bags of presents, which swung as they flung them open and pulled Gwil into a hug. Gwil was poking at the packages immediately, riffling through tissue paper to try and get a peek at the treasures within.

In all the commotion Ianto had lost track of Jack, and so jumped when the other man appeared at his elbow, pressing a camera into his hand. “If you want pictures...”

Straightening his suit and combing a quick hand through his hair, Ianto nodded, all business. “Right. Sorry. Gwil,” Ianto's tone was sharp, causing the boy to jump away from the presents and look around guiltily. “One present at a time.”

Tosh offered her present out first, which Gwil held his arms out for patiently. He staggered under the weight when the brightly-wrapped bag was placed into his hands, setting it down on the kitchen tiles curiously. A moment later his head was emerging from the tissue paper, eyes wide. “A laptop!”

Ianto's eyebrows raised, even as he snapped a few pictures of the scene. Tosh hurried to reassure him. “I figured he might use it for presentations in class. And all the parental controls are already set for the internet.”

Jack was the next one to look concerned. “That's just for Gwil's laptop, right? It won't affect our...” he glanced at Ianto, “personal computers?”

Gwen gasped, affronted, even as Tosh smiled reassuringly. “No. Just Gwil's.”

“Honestly, Jack: what could you need to look at online? You've got the whole package right in front of you!” She gestured broadly at Ianto, gift bag banging against her elbow as she did.

Ianto accepted her indignation on his behalf with good grace. “Sometimes we look things up together.” He glanced at Gwil, before shrugging nonchalantly. “Just a bit of fun, you know.” Turning his attention back to Tosh, Ianto smiled in gratitude. “Thank you, Tosh. It's really too much, but thank you.”

Tosh waved a hand, mouth open to protest. Gwil cut in first, peering up from the already-open laptop. “Do you and Dad look at bedroom stuff on the computer?”

“We'll talk about that when you're older,” came Jack's immediate reply. He glanced over at Ianto in the next second, seeking his approval and smiling broadly when he received it.

“Uncle Owen picked you up something, too.” Tosh offered a smaller, apparently much lighter, bag to Gwil, who started rummaging through the tissue paper the second his fingers grasped it. She smiled apologetically up at Ianto and Jack. “He gave it to me last night: said he wouldn't make it in early enough.”

Ianto nodded, actually understanding of Owen's late morning for once: the night before, Owen had to stay until three am, running tests on a myriad of alien fluids to make sure nothing even remotely toxic had entered Cardiff's water supply. Luckily, the results had come back negative across the board. Resultantly, Owen had probably managed to stumble into his flat around three-thirty, and Jack had give him the morning off in gratitude.

“Star Wars.” Gwil's breathless wonderment refocused Ianto's attention on the present. Gwil was holding a packet of absolutely enormous Star Wars stickers at Ianto and Jack, eyes wide. Ianto frowned. Lightsabers and battling Jedi and Sith weren't exactly appropriate for school... but then again, Owen had probably passed over much worse. And Owen knew how much Gwil loved the new Clone War series on the telly: Ianto certainly caught the two of them bunking off to watch it together often enough.

“Tad, you have to thank Uncle Owen for me when he comes in! This is so wicked.”

Ianto nodded. “I'll pass on the message. And you can tell him, too, when-” Ianto paused, swallowing thickly. The three other adults in the room were staring at him sympathetically. He scowled, forcing the words out of his mouth: “When you get home from school.”

“And here's one from me and Uncle Rhys!” Gwen cut in, covering the tense moment. She nudged Tosh playfully, twisting her lips in a reprimand. “Twenty pound limit my... bottom.”

Plucking at the gift bag with the same enthusiasm as the other two, Gwil quickly extracted two packets of... “Silly bandz?”

Gwen nodded quite seriously, pointing at the oddly-shaped rubber bands. “Trust me. These things are like prison currency in primary school – so Rhys' secretary tells us.”

Gwil was undoing the packaging, tugging at the Toy Story 3 shaped bands. “What do you mean?”

Ianto snapped a few pictures more as Gwen squatted down next to Gwil, showing him how to wrap the bands around his wrist. “Trust me: at the end of the day, you'll be the most popular boy at school. Especially if you give a few away.”

Gwil stared at the bands on his wrist, nodding at Gwen as seriously as he would during one of Jack or Ianto's safety talks.

Glancing at his watch, Ianto nodded at Jack. “We've got to head out.”

Jack clapped his hands loudly, rubbing them together afterward. “Alright, ladies: time to bid the little man farewell.”

As many hugs and kisses and pinches to cheeks were showered onto Gwil by the two female Torchwood employees, Ianto pulled together everything they had gotten together the night before: Gwil's rucksack, filled to the brim with school supplies; and his lunchbox, sandwich, fruit, and pudding cup neatly packed in. Ianto helped Gwil into his rucksack, securing it onto both his shoulders. Gwil held up his four-fingered hand for his lunchbox, which Ianto passed off to him with only the slightest hesitation.

“Ready to go?” Jack was shrugging on his coat and checking his hair in his reflection on the microwave.

Ianto glanced around the kitchen, piling the breakfast dishes into the sink quickly and presents onto the table before they left. He'd have to sort that mess when they got back. “Alright,” he sighed, before shooting one longing glance at the Rift monitor they had in their little atrium. Totally quiet. Damn it. “I guess we can get going.” He waited another beat, as if it might go off in the next second.

Nope.

Gwil was standing at their teleport, shifting from foot to foot in what looked like a restrained bounce. “Can we go? I don't want to be late.”

A squeeze to his hand made Ianto glance over at Jack, who was smiling reassuringly at him. “It's going to be fine,” he said, voice steady and calm. “Come here.” Ianto let Jack pull him into a kiss, trying to let himself relax into it like he normally would. But not matter how tender, or sweet, or skilled Jack was, nothing was going to make the tension in his shoulders and neck dissipate.

They parted, Gwil shifting exasperatedly in Ianto's peripheral vision. “Ready, now? Tad? Dad?”

Ianto nodded, steeling his shoulders and forcing a tight smile on his face as he turned to Gwil. “Right. Let's go.”

**

They emerged on the other side of the teleport unscathed, stepping through the front door of the facade house between one blink and the next. Immediately Ianto turned to Gwil, checking him over for any discomfort. But Gwil was already walking ahead of them, down the route which Ianto had forced him to memorize a dozen times already. Ianto and Jack practically knocked each other over in their hurry to follow Gwil down the stairs of the house and to the pavement.

“You know, all the kids at footie said they walk to school on their own,” Gwil piped up as they walked.

Jack and Ianto exchanged a look: Jack's speculative, Ianto's slightly more terrified. “Maybe,” Jack replied, rubbing a hand roughly over Gwil's hair. “When your tad says you're ready.”

Ianto reached out and gave Jack's hand a squeeze in gratitude.

Abruptly, the sound of barking filled the air. Ianto jumped a mile, as did Gwil. A neighborhood dog was bounding at them, racing across one of the yards. Before Ianto could even react, Jack was a blur of grey next to him, racing in front and flinging his arm forward.

In the space of two rapid heartbeats, everything was still again. Whines replaced barks as Ianto brought his terror-stricken eyes into focus.

A Jack Russell Terrier was frozen, mid-bound, by a portable containment unit. Jack was rubbing the back of his neck, looking rather sheepishly down at it, while Gwil was squatting on the pavement, poking at the shimmering blue forcefield curiously.

“Wh- wh-” With a single breath, Ianto composed himself. “Jack,” he hissed. “Turn that off.”

Fumbling forward, Jack grabbed the little pebble that he had flung at the dog and flicked the deactivation switch. The dog dropped to the ground with a startled yip, before recovering almost immediately and trotting over to Gwil. Ianto was already in damage control mode, inspecting the houses, streets, and footpaths for curious onlookers. Luckily no one seemed to have noticed their little spectacle. The owners of the dog – a mother and a girl who looked to be about five – stepped out of the house a moment later, yelling sharply for the dog and scanning the yard for him.

Turning to Jack, who was tucking the containment unit back into the pocket of his greatcoat, Ianto raised an eyebrow. Jack rubbed his neck, smiling shakily. “What?” he blustered. “So I was nervous too, okay? So sue me!”

Ianto smiled, just a twitch of his lips. “You could have let on. Would have liked to know that I wasn't the only one worried.”

“Yeah, well,” Jack grinned his megawatt Harkness grin. “I wanted to be the one who had it all together. For once.”

At their feet, Gwil had by now abandoned his rucksack on the pavement, going instead for the dog, hugging it to his chest and letting it lick his face delightedly. Ianto couldn't tell who was more enthused: the dog or Gwil.

“Tad! Can we get a dog?”

The woman and little girl had now spotted the Jack Russell, shouting “Gingy!” reproachfully at it. Ianto phrased his response to Gwil carefully. “A dog would be a problem where we live, Gwil. And you already have Myfanwy.”

With a glance at the girl who was dropping down to her knees next to him, Gwil frowned up at Ianto. “Myfanwy's not the same,” he complained.

“Her name's Ginger, but we call her Gingy,” the little girl next to Gwil supplied, unprompted. The children continued to pet the dog together as her mother jogged up from the house, all smiles and undone hair.

“Sorry! I hope Gingy wasn't a bother.”

Ianto smiled politely at the woman. “Not at all.” Sticking out his hand, he made the introductions. “Ianto Jones. And this is... Jack. Harkness.” Ianto's gaze flickered away from Jack, not wanting to see the look in his eyes over the way he had stuttered over a formal label for Jack. He understood the other man's compunctions against using them, but sometimes it would just make conversations so much easier to be able to call Jack his partner or boyfriend or husband (well, never husband. Ianto had never entertained that particular delusion when it came to Jack).

The woman seemed unperturbed by the introduction, shaking their hands and beaming under the force of Jack's smile. “Jamie Stuart,” she replied. “And this one down here's Rachel.”

Gwil's head popped up at the sound of the adult conversation. “I'm Gwil,” he offered, standing abruptly and sticking out his hand. Jamie took it, bemused smile on her face.

“Well, it's very nice to meet you, Gwil. What year are you?”

“Four,” he replied promptly, not even glancing at either of his parents. Ianto felt a small flare of pride.

“I'm Year One,” Rachel offered, lifting Gingy up in a sort of rough strangle hold as she attempted to stand with the dog. Jamie quickly put a stop to this, extricating the dog from her daughter's grip and placing it back on the pavement, where it yipped and bounced in circles around the humans' ankles.

“You must be new to the area,” Jamie questioned, as the group began to continue on their way to the school. “I've never seen you before.”

Ianto nodded. “Just moved in down the street. We just adopted Gwil recently, and we did some research before we decided where to move.”

“Adopted?” Jamie asked, shocked. “I would have guessed he was yours,” she continued, nodding at Ianto. “He's just the spit! So you're new parents, then?”

Without glancing at Jack – Ianto was rather proud of himself for the restraint – he replied: “Yes. It's been an interesting year.”

Jamie laid a gentle hand on his arm, patting him reassuringly. Ianto personally would rather people just stop trying to reassure him this morning. He was getting through it just fine. Just so long as he didn't think too hard about the next eight hours he was going to spend separated from Gwil. “He'll be just fine at this school, I'm sure. He seems like such a lovely, polite little boy. I'm sure his teacher will love him.”

Ianto twisted his lips into what he thought might resemble a smile. It wasn't the teachers he was worried about. Gwil got along just fine with adults – problem was, he only got along with adults. A year of living among Torchwood's little family wasn't exactly proper preparation for normal social interactions. Ianto could only hope that football practice and trips to the park had made enough of an impression on Gwil that he didn't stand out too hopelessly among the other children.

Before he knew it, they were standing in front of the entrance to the school, gaggles of children racing by as parents called out last-minute reminders. Ianto froze, hand snatching out to grab at Gwil's blazer and keep him close for just a minute more. Jamie and Rachel had already moved to the side, giving them some time alone.

Conscious of potential schoolmates around them and unwilling to ruin Gwil's chances for friends because he was feeling separation anxiety, Ianto squeezed his shoulder and released quickly. “Stay safe,” he whispered, eyes darting over Gwil's little form as a sea of chaotic children swarmed around them. “If you need anything,”

“I know.” Gwil interrupted, eyes serious as he peered up at Ianto. “I have you and Dad. And Auntie Gwen, and Auntie Tosh, and Uncle Owen and Rhys. And Andy.”

Ianto nodded. There were not tears pricking at his eyes.

“Stay out of trouble, champ,” Jack ordered with a last ruffle to Gwil's hair.

“We'll be here before the school even lets out. Hopefully. And if we aren't-”

“I know the way, Tad.”

With that, Gwil was off, lost to sight almost immediately in the sea of children.

Jack's hand rested heavy on Ianto's shoulder, and suddenly, he wasn't irritated at the attempt to reassure. “Come on,” Ianto leaned into Jack's side, surprised when Jack wrapped a hand around his own and didn't let go. “Let's get back to the Hub. I'm sure there's plenty of work there to distract you.”

Ianto didn't let go of Jack's hand until they were back home.


Continue on to Chapter 8.

 

Comments

[kausingkayn.livejournal.com]

YAAAY.
I love this. And good boy Ianto, letting go. ^_^
I love the list. Absolutely love them. And you're totally right about the silly bandz...even in high school...hehe.
Can't wait until next monday! Wanna know how Gwil gets along at school!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Yay! ^.^ Glad you enjoyed the update!

For the record, I am WAY too old to know about silly bandz. The only reason I'm even aware they EXIST is because I teach a dozen fourth graders, and learned aaaaaalll about them on the first day, when I had to threaten to confiscate them if the damn kids wouldn't just leave them on their wrists while I was teaching :P

[too-beauty.livejournal.com]

Amazing update and poor Ianto!, he was so nervous!!!!
We have those bands here in BA but they are called CRazy bands and my daughter loves them!!!!

Thansk for the update and looking forward to reading about Gwil's retelling of his first day!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Ah, crazy bands! I totally saw them when I was looking through UK school supply stuff, so I knew you had them, but I didn't think they'd have a different name. Oops!

Glad you liked the update ^.^

[bloodthirstylt.livejournal.com]

Poor Ianto and his fearing for Gwil. This is really good :)

[pmw10261.livejournal.com]

I can relate to what Ianto is going through, it is hard to let go, he must of been very distracted if Jack couldn't get a 'rise' out of him

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you liked ^.^

[amuly.livejournal.com]

We all have our times when we're not "in the mood", as it were, and Ianto's worry over Gwil was certainly enough to dull his libido. :{

Glad you liked!

[ladyrose1985.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I've been waiting for this update! Had such a miserable day, and this really cheered me up.

[beesandbrews.livejournal.com]

Jack and the terrier... Bwwwaaa!!

[sedeka.livejournal.com]

Brilliant update as per usual, can't wait for the next update :-D

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Yay! That's the main point of Gwil: the cheer-up fluff fic ^.^ I'm glad to hear it did its job.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Jack can be just as overprotective as Ianto! He just PRETENDS to be cool :P

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked!

[electrictoes.livejournal.com]

Excellent! As always. Ianto worries too much!


(Tiny Britpick: Elementary School is Primary School :))

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Ahhh crap. I knew that, "elementary school" just managed to slip out :P Thanks for pointing it out.

Glad you enjoyed it ^.^

[fide-et-spe.livejournal.com]

I have a lot of love for that list, hilarious, and Jack with the containment field. Very cute. I do think they need a proper house for Gwil to have friends over.

By the way you mean twenty pound limit. Which is in fact very funny if Tosh bought a laptop.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Damn it! I thought I was doing so WELL with the Brit-speak. *hangs head*

Yes, I totally mean 20 pound. And yes, Tosh totally flagrantly ignored it.

[deathproof2010.livejournal.com]

OMG soo sweet- loved every little bit of this wonderful chapter. And your new icon- is brilliant.
Never guessed Ianto would be so tense at the end...ok- he was focused but at last he could be reassured by Jack.
Love that! Keep it coming!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

You can thank jedimonkeyspock for the fanart. I LOVE FANART :DDD

And Ianto's losing his little boy ;__; It's a very difficult day for him - Ianto, that is. Not Gwil. Gwil's having a blast :P

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

loved Jack ... and yeah, I know what Ianto felt... thankfully not quite as bad :D

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha. Silly Ianto ^.^