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Better Days 5
Disclaimer: I do not now nor have I ever owned the characters from Torchwood. They belong to their respective owners Russell T Davies and the BBC.

Title: Better Days
Author: Gage
Parings: Jack/Ianto, Rhys/Gwen
Character Cameo: John Hart
Rating: PG (for language)
Summary: It’s not easy being a kid…
Spoilers: S1 and S2 of TW are fair Game. A bit of Doctor Who after Journey's End... just to be safe.

Warning: OC/Mild Violence/POV change/Implied MPREG
A/N: My muse seemed to have gone on vacation. I don’t even know where this came from.


~*~


SATURDAY

Out side of the Cooper-Williams Residence


“Sian… let go!”


“NO!”


“Let go!”


“I don’t wanna!”


“You can‘t do this all morning…”


“Yes I can!”


“Sian come on! We‘re already late!”


“Daddy, I don‘t wanna go!”


“Well tough cause we‘re already here. NOW. LET. GO!”


“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”


This argument could be heard down the street which is why there were several people poking their heads out their front doors and windows. It really was a true testament to how loud the pair was.

Ianto had gone ahead that morning with Sian’s sister and their belongings. He knew that there was going to be a fight about this. He just didn’t think it was going to go this route. It really was amusing watching Jack trying to pry their ten year-old out of the car by her legs.

“You‘re not gonna help him?”

He and Rhys had been inside putting the girls things away in the guest bedroom, when the commotion outside caught their attention. Now they were standing outside the building complex.

“Few more minutes won‘t do any harm.”

And really he shouldn’t have said that. The minute the words had left his mouth he wanted to take it back. Some passerby had made a comment and that was enough to distract Jack into dropping Sian’s legs. It was just a few seconds but their daughter had been fast enough to slam the car door shut effectively locking her inside… with the keys.

“Bugger.”

“Well shit… she started the car up.”

Way to state the obvious…


~*~


It really hadn’t started out like this. They were supposed to have been gone from the house before 10AM. Than Sian had gotten it into her head that she couldn’t leave the house. Didn’t give a reason either, just said she couldn’t leave the house. This got really old by the time 10:30 rolled around. Jack had gone into her room and found it empty.

This had been the start of a really bad morning. Most of it was spent searching the second and third floor for his wayward child. When that failed he went scouring the first floor and the basement which took up the entire morning. She could have been anywhere and as far as Jack was concerned this was a really bad thing. Sian had a tendency to find trouble in the least expected places.

“Sian you get your butt out here right now young lady.”


Of course this had more of an impact when Ianto said it. Jack still had no idea why or how his husband could get away with such things. Glancing toward the left side of the dining room he barely made out a flash of rusty color passing into the next room. Curiosity won out and he went after it.

Apollo!

He fallowed the Siberian husky who seemed to be on a hot trail. Only to bump right into him when Apollo stopped in the middle of the hall that led to the back door.

He glared down at the rust colored husky, who seemed to be glaring right back. “What…” He fallowed the dogs gaze right up to the ceiling. Well shit.

“There are a million and one things I could say right now but I don’t have the time.” he sighed unhappily. Reaching up on his toes he grasped at the soft cotton fabric hanging from the barely visible crawl space and gave a slight tug.

The body of his disgruntled daughter fell down right into his arms. Stormy blue eyes met his own.

“Sian…”


~*~


“…open the door.”


Sian shook her head. It was not fair that Dad had dragged her out here. That traitor Apollo gaved up her hiding space. She would deal with him when she got back home. For now she was trying to figure out how to get the car started and down the road. She’d seen her Tad do it a million times too.

Her fingers reached down and grasped the keys that were on the floor of the front seat. She licked her lips and peered at the biggest one.


“Sian!”


Not listening to her Dad’s banging on the driver’s side glass she stuck the key into the slot, and to her Dad’s horror kick started the engine. Placing both hands on the wheel she glanced down. She was still too short to reach the metal plates on the floor. That wasn’t very fair.


“Open this door right now.”


No.

No way was her Tad gonna get her to open that door. She was not going to listen. Listening meant opening the door. Opening the door meant getting out of the car. Getting out of the car meant being in trouble. Being in trouble meant not having any fun. No having any fun meant being stuck in that house with the evil toad mutant kid.

She’d rather being arrested!


~*~


“If I knew she was gonna be committing grand theft auto, I wouldn’t have left the keys in there.”

“That‘s not helping Jack!”


Both were frantic because for some reason the automatic shut off from the PDA wasn’t working and their wayward child was about to drive off in anger.

“Ianto…”


To be perfectly honest he thought they had a little more time on there hands before something like this would occur. Say six more years. Teenagers were more likely to rebel against there parents than small children were. Than again Sian had always been different.


“Ianto…”


And how in the hell had it come down to this, that there own child could pull something as ridiculous as…


“Ianto!”


“What…shit.”