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"Huh what…?" Mel’s eyebrows shot up at the other man’s attempt to put him at ease. It took him a moment to realize what Ianto was saying. "Oh—" and then he laughed a little, more at himself than anything else. "Oh no, sorry. Wasn’t you." Mel’s mind raced to come up with a white lie to cover his tracks. "I was bein’ teased, see. Know it’s a bit weird, specially considering, you know, space and time differences and all that rot. But I get to havin’ two conversations at once and sometimes it throws me off just a bit."

"Two sides to bein’ at least half alien," he added for the other’s benefit. "Sorry again. It’s a bad habit. Try not to get to talkin’ at The Doctor when I’m talkin’ to someone else right in front of me. Bit rude, but it’s hard sometimes to help." 

Though inwardly Mel was a little relieved that Ianto had missed his comment entirely. It helped him save face, even though it would have been easy to blame on just ‘being a Harkness’. That’s what everyone else seemed to put it on, anyway. Mel would have to remember that for the future. For that matter he was reasonably sure that’s all it was, anyway. Jack’s age-old love for the other buried deep in Mel’s own memories. 

If there was one thing Ianto knew for certain, it was that you couldn’t bullshit a bullshitter. He himself had lied for most of his life. Hell, he had out-conned an ageless conman to smuggle his cyber-converted girlfriend into Torchwood.

Gaze narrowing slightly, he reaches out and places a hand on Mel’s arm in an attempt to keep the attention on him instead of the mental conversation Mel said he was having with the Doctor.

"I don’t believe you. And I would appreciate the truth." He stares intently into the others eyes to track for any sign of deceit for whatever answer was given. "What is bothering you?"

Eye~Candy! I read that you're putting together a bit of an Excalibur team of your own. i won't ask who the dog replaces but as a captain I offer myself to replace Jack. Such a bore that one. Just think about it! I'm offering to be~ I mean work under you as a sub. Subordinate not the sexual sub. ;)
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You need a fight on your team. I’m a fighter. You’d rather take on the big bads of the universe yourself? Suit yourself gorgeous.

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As much has he loathed to admit it, John was actually right…. Fuck. Reaching up, Ianto carded his hand through his hair as he warred with the decision. Swallow his pride and allow the wanker to help him out or end up over his head with what-have-you.

A resigned sigh parts his lips as he closes his eyes; unable to deal with seeing John’s expression. “Wait.” He was going to regret this. He just knew it. “If, IF you stay… you have to follow my rules.”

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itsaharknessthing:

"I think you’d be alright-Well, I can’t speak for the world, mind… Just myself.” Mel mused. After a moment he seemed to realize what he’d said, and with a flush coloring his throat and cheeks just under his eyes, cleared his throat and stood, gesturing at the computer screen and abruptly changing the subject to save his dignity. 

"So, uh. There you have it. Should be all sorted. I’ll get to work on downstairs, like I said. Save you a bit of hassle while I’m gone. If anything breaks I can fix it when I get back. Just be sure to leave me a list on my desk, or … well, I suppose you could text me, I get messages anywhere still, so. There’s that… "

"Wait, just wait a second." Ianto reached up and held out a placating hand to calm the other down. "I’m not leaving right this instant for the beach. It was an idea. Just… relax, yeah?." He’s not quite sure what’s got the other so flustered and he’s slowly realizing that his idea of tact might not be the best option at this point.

Taking a measured step towards Mel, he leans forward in an attempt to catch the others gaze. “Thank you, for sorting it out, but is there something you need to talk about? Did I do something to set you on edge? I’ll admit I’m not the best at conversations…” He trailed off, uncertain of what to say to set Mel at ease.

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"Huh? OH. Right…sorry." Mel managed an apologetic expression. "Well; play it off as a hunch for a much needed vacation." Mel mused. "Do you know how to surf? Anyway that might be something fun he could teach you while you’re both out there… "

He was walking too much again; but he couldn’t help it. As often as he and Jack traded barbs… well… 

Mel went quiet, thinking of his room back on the Tardis; with Jack smiling in the brown and weathered World War II photo on his nightstand, next to his uniform cap that somehow the TARDIS had kept and bestowed on the child of. Mel remembered first walking into that room, and the wash of saline in her eyes as The Doctor had soothed her fond tears away. 

Maybe Jack kept him at a distance for a reason, he reasoned. Or maybe it was for the same purpose as why Jack had given him up to caretakers to begin with. He seemed almost to handle Mel as a curse. And that stung. 

From across time and space, Mel sensed another presence stir at his thoughts. Are you alright, Mel? The moment of distress was near palpable, and Mel had to send reassurance back. 

It’s only Jack. It’s nothing. I’ll explain when I’m home. . .

Deciding not to fill the air with anything even more awkward, Mel went on, “Though you’ve a point. Getting him out of his coat might be like pulling teeth. You might have to go in first. Set a precedent.” he mused. 

"Me? Surf? The only surfing I’ve done would be of the channel variety." His brows raise in surprise at Mel’s words. "Wait, Jack can surf?" There’s a hint of disbelief coloring his tone. The image of Jack on a surf board in his normal dress, with coat, comes to mind and he has to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

The urge fades and a look of concern appears as Mel’s look changes to one of inner thoughts that didn’t look pleasant. Before he can say something to pull the other out of it, Mel manages to come back on his own.

Deciding to let it go for the moment, some situations called for tact, he slipped his hands into his pockets. “I’m not sure how the world would handle me in swimming trunks.”

Eye~Candy! I read that you're putting together a bit of an Excalibur team of your own. i won't ask who the dog replaces but as a captain I offer myself to replace Jack. Such a bore that one. Just think about it! I'm offering to be~ I mean work under you as a sub. Subordinate not the sexual sub. ;)
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itsaharknessthing:

"Hmm. Suppose I’ve never considered it." Mel looked towards the ceiling in thought. "Rather like the 50th century on. You should see it!" and at that, Mel’s eyes lit up like stars. "Human beings-people are already in space, you know. Worlds terraformed all over the place. Planets that look like eden. All sorts of wonderful things. The technology… the ships are lovely, and there are architectural blends from where man starts to pick up from other races. It’s like humanity breaks out of it’s shell and really just shines! Steps in evolution here and there-mind you small ones, but noticeable just the same. You wanna see a neat trick? Take dad to the beach one day—watch, he’ll light up, mind you-don’t tell him I told you. Ask him how long he can hold his breath underwater. It’ll be right impressive. That’s 51st century for you." 

Me;s voice softened a little, as did his expression. “Went there just to see where he grew up. Dad, I mean. It’s not there anymore. Or rather won’t be. So I don’t mention it. But its a place called Boeshane. Has lovely beaches. And the water is so clear you can see a hundred feet to the bottom, seems like. And jelly-sorts of things that don’t sting. I used to dream about it when I was a kid, ‘fore I even saw it. I know dad doesn’t mention it, but I bet he misses it a bunch. I know I do.”

The words bring forth vivid images that Ianto knows won’t do justice to the actual sights. Part of him finds himself longing for the courage to find it in himself to ask to see it all.

But for all his longing, he knew the truth. He wasn’t meant for such things. His job, his existence and purpose was here. Guardian of the Earth against Alien invasion. It sounded much better on paper, honestly. But he did get to experience things and creatures that the vast majority of humanity in his time would never know of. That was something to take pride in, right? The only cost was a shortened life span, if records of past Torchwood agents dictated his future.

A soft, rueful expression graced his face as he returned his attention to Mel as the other completed the descriptive story of the treasures the future held. It disappears to an expression of unease at the mention of Boeshane though he can’t help but listen intently to what he’s told.

"Mel…I-I don’t think you should discuss that with me; Jack’s home. He’s never mentioned it before and I’m guessing that was for a good reason." He softens his words with a smile. "Though I will try taking him to a beach. That sounds like it could be a fun adventure. Well, if he actually wears the proper attire. I don’t think swimming in the coat would be practical."