Title: Fuck Protocal
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: COE Day 4 Big spoilers
Summary: Jack fucks protocal and he doesn't care.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
Beta: jennie_x_jonas 


Jack stands on the corner of the street, staring at Ianto’s sisters house. This isn’t normal protocol, but for Ianto Jones the protocol can fuck off as far as Jack is concerned. Jack slowly walks up further into the cul-de-sac his eyes set on his targets. He doesn’t know what he will say, he knows everything about Ianto’s sister; but she knows nothing about him.

Jack doesn’t realise he’s actually reached the door, until the red door is in front of him. He lifts his hand up knocking gently.

A man that somewhat reminds him of Rhys answers the door.

“Can I help you?” he says in a thick welsh accent. Jack can tell he usually wouldn’t usually be talking so politely.

“I’m looking for Rhiannon Evans,” Jack says matching his polite town.

“Who are you?”

“Captain Jack Harkness,” He says, hoping that they know who that is. A spark of recognition is seen in his eye.

“I’ll go and get her for you,”  he nods before walking back into the house and shouts up the stairs, “Rhiannon! There’s someone at the door for you.”

The man nods and walk into what looks like the living room, Jack smiles softly when Rhiannon appears in front of him. He doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re Ianto’s boss?” she says immediately, looking him up and down.

“I am.” That’s wrong. It should be I was. He has to start talking in the past tense. Jack hates the past tense.

“Is he okay?” she asks,

Jack doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t know what to say.

Rhiannon puts a hand on her mouth, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. “No.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jack whispers, his own eyes welling up with tears.

“No!” she screams grabbing hold of him and somewhat shaking him before collapsing. Jack keeps hold of her, falling to the floor with her trying his best to sooth her, but he can’t find the energy. He wants to be soothed himself. Her husband comes through at her scream.

“What’s going on?” he asks. Jack looks at him, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“Ianto.” Rhiannon sobs, into Jack‘s coat. Johnny -  Jack thinks his name is - realises, walking over and taking his wife off Jack, holding her tight while he rubs soothing circles on her back.

Jack pulls himself up straight, wiping the tears away. He smiles weakly at the two children who are at the door having heard there mum crying.

“Hi,” he says bending down. “I’m Jack. I was a friend of your Uncle Ianto.”

“Is Uncle Ianto, dead?” David asks, looking at his weeping mother and then back to Jack

Jack nods.

“Was it quick? It’s just on the telly they always die really slowly and painfully.” Mischa asked, her eyes wide with worry. Jack notices that Rhiannon and Johnny are now watching them.

“It was quick. I was there,” Jack stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, he didn’t want to cry. It wasn’t fair on the children especially. “Holding him, he wasn’t in pain.”

“You took care of him while he went to heaven?” Mischa asked.

“Yes I did,” Jack smiles. Heaven, he likes the image of Ianto in heaven.

“Come on,” Johnny says pulling up his distraught wife, who is now sobbing silent tears. “Lets all go inside.”

Jack pulls out a card and hands it to Johnny. “This is against protocol, but if you need anything. Want anything. Please ring me.”

“Are you not coming inside?” Mischa asks, looking from her dad to Jack.

Jack looks at Johnny who nods before steering his wife into their home.

“I am.”

“I think uncle Ianto would like that.” Mischa says taking Jacks hand and pulling him into the house. Jack nods.

“I think he would too.” he says smiling as he walks into the house and closing the door behind him. Jack walks into the living room and looks at the picture of Ianto on the wall.

Jack can’t help but wish that he could introduce Ianto to his child and grandson - his family and wished he could have met Ianto’s family with Ianto still here.