Just Imagine...

Scrapbooking

Two weeks ago was when Sam and Ianto had stumbled upon the pictures. Well, more specifically, Ianto had been cleaning Jack's desk and Sam had childishly dared him to poke around in his lover's drawers - desk drawers, that is. Ianto had refused.
"Jack keeps private things in there that he doesn't want anyone to see," he had said, "even the two of us, I think we should respect that."
"C'mon," Sam had responded, "live a little."
"Sam," Ianto said, "Jack doesn't want people looking at that stuff, it's personal."
"Don't tell me you're not a little bit curious."
"Maybe I am, but I'm still not doing it."
"Scared you'll get in trouble?"
Ianto sighed, he knew Sam was deliberately mocking him now.
"No." He said firmly.
"Ooh, look who's chicken!" Sam exclaimed, grinning maliciously.
"I am not."
"Bawk bawk bawk!! Chicken!"
"Could you stop acting like a seven year old for five seconds?"
Sam chuckled. She walked across the room and put a finger on the handle of Jack's top desk drawer.
"Don't even think about it." Ianto cautioned.
"Danger," Sam whispered, sliding the drawer open a crack, "safe," she said, closing it, "danger," she repeated, opening it again, "safe. Danger. Safe. Danger. Safe-"
"Would you stop that!" Ianto hissed. But Sam wasn't paying attention to him anymore, she was peering into the desk drawer, frowning. "Sam, close that bloody thing before Jack comes back!"
"Look at this," Sam murmured, apparently deciding to ignore him, that or whatever she was looking at was so fascinating she hadn't heard him, "Jack just has... pictures in here." Ianto's curiosity got the better of him and he stepped to Sam's side, peering over her shoulder.
"Pictures of what?" He asked.
"Some of himself, some of babies and little kids, all boys I'd say."
"Lucas?"
"Not Lucas. Not any child I've ever seen. Here's one of a teenager."
Sam pulled out a photo of a handsome young man, maybe fifteen or sixteen, sitting on a beach. He was smiling. Ianto would know that smile anywhere, but it couldn't possibly be who he thought it was... could it?
"Sam," he said, "that's Jack."
"What?" Sam said, "no, it couldn't be! Could it?"
"I don't know," Ianto answered, "how would he get those pictures? Did they even still have physical copies of pictures in his time period?"
"Well don't look at me. But you've gotta be right. I'd know that cheeky little grin anywhere."
Sam smiled warmly, gently touching the smooth surface of the photograph. 
"Y'know, this feels different than a regular photo - and look! No fingerprint smudges!" She was right, when she took her hand away there were no smudges on the picture.
"That's amazing." Ianto mused.
"Say, we should make a scrapbook with some of these!" Sam exclaimed, "and give it to Jack as a surprise! Whaddya say?"
"We can't do that, Sam, we're not even supposed to know these pictures exist." Ianto said.
"I don't know why he acts this way," Sam sighed, "don't you think he'd be happy that we cared enough about what he's hidin' to do this?"
Ianto knew he wasn't going to win this one.
And two weeks later he wasn't surprised when Jack was annoyed that they had gone into his desk and stolen a few of his pictures.
"You went through my desk?!" He demanded when Sam showed him the pages of the scrapbook she and Ianto had been working on since they'd found the pictures.
"Not all of it," Sam responded, "I was just teasing Ianto and I caught sight of... one of the most beautiful little boys I've ever seen." She reached up to touch Jack's cheek but he took a step back to evade her.
"Mom, you went through my personal things without my permission." He said.
"I know," Sam sighed, "I'm sorry. Maybe the scrapbook was a bad idea, but, you're the only one of my kids I don't have any baby pictures of, and that makes me sad. I guess I just got carried away. Sorry."
Ianto could sense the tension between mother and son so he stepped in.
"Jack, I-I have to say, you were really cute as a baby."
Jack looked up.
"What?" He asked, eyes glittering and cheeks beginning to blush.
"I said," Ianto murmured, "you were really cute as a baby."
"Well..." Jack mumbled, ducking his head and blushing more, "I wasn't that cute. Was I? I'm sure you were cuter." Ianto felt himself start to blush too and he smiled. Sam was looking between them, eyes shining like emeralds. "That reminds me," Jack added, "I've never seen any of your baby pictures."
"So?" Ianto laughed.
"You've seen mine," Jack said, "can't I see yours?"
"Well..." Ianto said, casting a glance at Sam, who nodded encouragingly, "I'll have to ask Mam to send some out, if you wanna see them." They finally looked into each other's eyes, both smiling and blushing away. Sam clutched the scrapbook to her chest, knowing that there might be some additions to it soon.
Ianto's baby pictures arrived after half a week. Ianto begrudgingly let Jack look at them, although all his lover did was laugh at the embarrassing ones. Which prompted Ianto to run up to Jack's office and fish out some of the goofy pictures of Jack he and Sam hadn't used in the scrapbook. They spent hours teasing each other and ended up in a giggling heap on the couch, arms wrapped around each other. Jack kissed Ianto's forehead.
"Ready to go home?" He whispered.
"Sure." Ianto replied, eyes closed.
"You gonna let my mom use your baby pictures in her scrapbook?" Jack asked.
"Hell no." Ianto laughed.
"She used mine! And without my permission!"
"Oh, don't be a big baby. I saw your face when she showed you the book."
"Well... it was kinda nice that you both cared enough to do something like that. My birth mother didn't make scrapbooks - not that there were scrapbooks in my time, but after Dad and Gray... she didn't wanna keep memories anymore. So I had to store them away myself."
This time it was Ianto who kissed Jack's forehead.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"It's alright," Jack responded, and smiled, "I'll be okay. I've got you now."