Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Ianto's POV
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Our room. Jack’s before mine, but I moved in after we’d been dating for almost a year. (10 months, 8 days) The same ivory-and-black tiled walls as the rest of the base, but this has always been a special room. It's bigger than the others, plus it actually has carpet. Ebony and plush, thick-fibred carpet that always feels magic if you have bare feet. We bought a double bed when I moved into his room. It has a sturdy, unpainted steel frame and a black duvet. There are no windows, as the Hub is deep underground, but we have family photos scattered around. Family photos; meaning one of my sister and I, plus one of Jack with his daughter and grandson, then pictures of me and him. Each one makes me think of a memory, most would move me to tears if I looked at them for too long. Like the one of us outside the warehouse where I found the pterodactyl that almost killed Lisa. Oh Lisa...
Our ‘room’ is large enough to be considered a flat, I suppose, as the bedroom is slightly separated and it also has a kitchen and large bathroom.
I love living here, as it feels like I am always at home.
After all, the home is where the heart is, right? Jack and Torchwood share my heart, so I am well and truly home. And always will be, if I have my way...
Two wardrobes stand against one wall. One is black with white accents, the other white with black. I walk to my white wardrobe; we have one each, and flick through the rail of suits. So many choices...
I sit on the edge of the bed and wonder where Jack is.
As if replying to my question, the shower splutters to life.
I know the team upstairs can hear it too, so it's time for another round of coffee. I know what they, 'they' meaning Gwen and Owen, think Jack and I get up to, and most of it is grossly untrue.

So I raise my shields and head up the ladder, prepared for the latest round of Owen’s comments.