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Three Homes, Two Jacks and a Ianto	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Crossovers Views: 1098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The General and the Archaeologist
Ianto watched the scene unfolding around him with very little trepidation which surprised him greatly given the circumstances. General O'Neill was facing off with a representative from Calarin who'd come to the SGC to discuss trade agreements and had been none too pleased with the ambassador's original offer. When the debating had gone on so long the ambassador thought he was going to go insane he'd called General O'Neill in to help. Ianto had, of course, gone with him and now here they were.
General O'Neill had argued with the man for a little over 30 mins and now they were staring each other down, the tension on the room thick enough to be almost visible. Ianto wasn't concerned though, he knew everyone else in the room was and he probably should be but he wasn't. He'd seen General O'Neill talk himself out of many a situation since he'd taken on his new job a month ago and he knew with certainty that this one would be no different.
After another few tense seconds the Calarin representative's eyes softened slightly and he held out his hand to General O'Neill. "Agreed," he said with a smile and Jack shook his hand.
"Pleasure doing business with you," General O'Neill replied before informing the man that Major Davis would have the treaties drawn up and delivered to the Calarin government ASAP. The representative agreed and Jack bid everyone good day before leaving the room.
Ianto followed him back to his office and grinned at the other man as he slid down into his chair and brought his hands up to his face. "I hate negotiating!" he growled causing Ianto's smile to grow.
"Would you like some coffee, General?" Ianto offered quietly as he eyed the palm pilot to see what was next on their agenda. Apparently there was nothing left to do today which surprised Ianto greatly until he remembered Jack's dinner with the president that was scheduled for this evening.
Jack brought his hands away from his face and gave Ianto a grateful smile. "I would love some coffee, Ianto." he replied before eyeing the palm pilot in Ianto's hand. "How much have we got left to do today?" he asked.
"Actually nothing, General," Ianto replied turning his attention back to the other man. "Your day is finished; all you have left to do it get ready and get on the plane for the white house."
Jack sighed. "Oh right…that," he grumbled looking down at his hands considerately for a moment before looking up again with a hopeful expression on his face and asking, "Don't want to go for me do you?"
Ianto gave him an understanding smile before saying, "I'll get you that coffee, General," and leaving the room. When he returned a few minutes later and handed the mug to Jack the man in question studied him thoughtfully for a moment.
"What are you going to do for the rest of the afternoon, Ianto?" he asked after a few moments.
Ianto was surprised by the question but replied immediately, "Probably catch up on some paper work, Sir."
The general eyed him for a moment before saying, "Ianto, why don't you sit down for a moment, I'd like to talk to you about something."
Ianto did as bid although he was concerned about what the other man might possibly want to discuss.
Jack looked at him thoughtfully for another few moments before speaking again. "How long have you been here now, Ianto?" he asked.
"A little over a month, Sir," he replied.
Jack nodded and Ianto's apprehension increased. "Are you happy here?" Jack asked.
"Yes, Sir," Ianto replied.
"Relaxed, comfortable that sort of thing?" Jack asked again.
"Yes, Sir," Ianto replied.
Jack nodded thoughtfully and Ianto felt himself compelled to ask. "Is there something wrong, Sir? Are you not happy with my work?"
Jack looked up at him startled. "No, no," the man rushed to assure him. "Quite the contrary you've been a god send. I didn't want an assistant at the beginning but I've come to depend on you quite a bit over the last month. No the reason for my questioning is that I haven't noticed you interacting with any of the other people on the base and I was rather curious as to why that might be. I mean I know you're busy but surely I don't work you too hard do I?" Jack asked.
Ianto immediately shook his head. "No, Sir, not at all, I enjoy my job a great deal," he replied.
Jack nodded. "So is it a personal thing? You prefer to keep your work life separate from your personal life or is it something else? I noticed you're still living on the base so it can't be that you hang out with your neighbours or anything of the sort," he noted.
Ianto was surprised by the question and Jack's sudden interest in him, he wasn't used to having anyone care about where he went or what he did, he wasn't sure if he like it or not. He knew Jack was waiting for an answer so he asked, "Is it a problem, keeping to myself I mean, does it bother you that I don't interact with the rest of the staff?"
Jack studied his expression for a moment before saying. "No it's not a problem, Ianto, I was just curious as to why that might be. I am the commander of this base; it's my job to ensure that everyone in it is happy and adjusted. If there is a problem I want to know about it so I can help."
Ianto thought about it for a moment. He could tell General O'Neill the truth about why he hadn't been interacting with the rest of the base's occupants but he doubted Jack would want to hear it. Of course the man had asked so he had to tell him something and he didn't want to lie to his new boss; he'd started off that way at Torchwood and he didn't want to repeat that mistake. Perhaps if he hadn't lied to the immortal Jack in the first place then maybe…he pushed that thought aside, it would only serve to upset him and remind him of what he'd lost.
"Ianto are you okay?" General O'Neill's voice broke through his reverie and he immediately nodded in reply.
"Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir, I was thinking about how I should reply to your question," Ianto explained.
"Well honestly would be a good start," the General suggested.
Ianto nodded, "Of course, Sir, that was never in question, it's just a very complicated situation and I'm not sure how to describe it to you. Perhaps it would be better if I didn't try to. I will make more of an effort to interact with the rest of the staff, Sir. I'm sorry to have concerned you but you need not worry, I'm just fine."
"Are you sure?" Jack asked.
Ianto nodded. "Yes, Sir,"
Jack looked unconvinced but he nodded in return. "Okay, tell you what, why don't you start right now? You've got the rest of the afternoon off why don't you go and meet some people," he suggested.
Ianto nodded, "Yes, Sir," he agreed standing up and heading for the door. "Have a good evening, Sir."
"Ianto." The General's voice stopped him before he could open the door and he turned back to face the other man.
"Yes, Sir."
"While we're out there there's regs; when we're not call me Jack," he said with a friendly smile.
Ianto returned the smile. "All right, Jack," he replied and headed out of the office closing the door behind him. At least his new boss seemed to care about something other than his ass.
He headed to the lift and hit the floor for the commissary thinking about what Jack had said to him. When he'd first arrived he'd thrown himself into his work as a way of escaping the pain of his immortal lover's betrayal, but the general's words had got him thinking and he really was happy here. He liked his job and his boss a great deal, and being here, so far away, doing something like he was and being appreciated for it instead of looked down upon like he had been at Torchwood was making him fell better than he'd thought it would.
He definitely wanted to stick around and Jack was right, he should make himself some friends, he just wasn't sure how to go about it. Talking wasn't exactly his strong suit and that's how you got to know most people. On another note who should he be trying to make friends with? This sort of thing was hard. The lift opened and he stepped out without thinking heading in the direction of where the commissary was. It wasn't long before he figured out he was on the wrong floor and he cursed himself mentally for not paying more attention. He was about to turn around and head back to the lift when he heard a slightly unhappy voice coming from further down the corridor. Curiosity got the better of him and he followed the sound until he found the source.
He found Dr. Daniel Jackson sitting in his office with his head in his hands while a young woman tried to explain something to him.
"But then it started flashing and I thought-"
"You thought what? That you should then go and poke it?" Daniel demanded a mixture of anger and hopelessness written on his face.
Ianto ignored the girl's next words peering inside the office to see all of Daniel's books and papers strewn around the floor in a terrible mess that made Ianto cringe. There was stuff everywhere, he was sure it was going to take hours to sort through it all and set it right again.
Suddenly a thought occurred to Ianto. He wasn't good at talking but he was definitely good at sorting things, and Daniel, from what Ianto had seen of him, was a very nice guy, smart, polite, well mannered when he wasn't arguing with Jack. Maybe if he offered to help the young archaeologist sort out his office it would give him a change to get to know the other man, well, it was worth a try anyway.
First though.
Ianto headed back down the hall to the mini kitchenette the base had on every floor and proceeded to make him and Daniel a coffee the way he knew the young archaeologist liked it. He was heading back down the corridor when the young girl scurried from the room looking decidedly upset. She wasn't crying though so obviously Daniel hadn't yelled at her like some people would have. When he re-entered Daniel's office the man in question was still seated at his desk, his head buried in his hands. He obviously heard the footsteps because he said.
"Carrys if that's you please just go and find something else to do."
"It's not," Ianto replied causing Daniel to jump slightly and look up at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry," Daniel apologised quietly. "Does Jack need something because he might have to wait?"
Ianto shook his head. "No, General O'Neill's off for the afternoon, he has his white house dinner tonight," he replied.
"Lucky Jack," Daniel stated dryly. "So what can I do for you then?" he asked.
"Nothing. Actually I was walking past and noticed you might need a hand…and some caffeine," Ianto replied handing over the steaming mug he'd made for the archaeologist.
Daniel eyes widened in surprise and a dazzling smile lit up his features as he took the offered cup. "Thank you, that's really nice of you, Ianto," he replied warmly.
Ianto barely managed a 'you're welcome', his breath suddenly catching in his throat as he realized just how incredibly sexy Daniel was. He hadn't noticed before but then again he hadn't really been looking. This revelation threw him quite a lot. He'd never been interested in a man before Jack came along and he hadn't expected to ever be again, but something about Daniel's eyes and that beautiful smile drew him in and he felt desire stirring inside him almost instantly.
Thankfully Daniel had immediately taken a swig of his coffee so he hadn't noticed Ianto's shock, and by the time he looked up again Ianto had once more regained his composure, externally at least.
Daniel gave Ianto an appreciative smile. "You make the best coffee, Ianto," he complimented.
Ianto returned his smile. "I'm glad you like it," he replied before taking a sip of his own and turning his attention back to the mess. "So, what happened here?" he asked.
Daniel groaned. "We were studying an alien artefact that turned out to be a really big pedestal fan and well…," he motioned out into the office.
Ianto felt himself cringe, something similar had happened while he was at Torchwood only it had been Owen and he wasn't in someone's office he was in the archives. "I can honestly say I know how you feel," he sympathised.
"Thanks," Daniel replied taking another sip of his coffee before surveying the room once more. "This is going to take me forever," he stated dryly, a desolate look in his eyes.
Ianto gave his a reassuring smile. "It won't take us that long," he replied gently sinking down into the chair beside Daniel.
Daniel turned to him a look of puzzlement on his face. "You're not seriously thinking about helping me?" he asked.
Ianto returned his puzzled look, "Why not?" he asked confused.
"Well because it's your afternoon off. Jack's not here to boss you around you should take advantage of this opportunity and go have some fun," Daniel replied.
Ianto smiled at the other man. "I'm glad to help, really. I couldn't go home now and leave you all alone with so much to do I'd feel terrible."
"But you shouldn't, it's not your fault," Daniel argued. "Honestly, go home, do something fun. Breaks are hard to come by around here I'll be fine on my own."
Ianto looked down at his coffee feeling slightly rejected even though he knew Daniel wasn't trying to be unkind. Maybe he just didn't want Ianto's company; he couldn't exactly blame the man he wasn't the most interesting person to be around. Still, he really didn't want to go back to his room yet and despite what he'd told Jack earlier he'd done most of the paper work already.
"What if I asked really, really nicely?" he asked the archaeologist who looked at him confused.
"What?" Daniel asked.
Ianto sighed and looked Daniel in the eyes for a moment. "I really want to stay here and help you. I need to be doing something, so if you have no objections to me helping you then I'd be very happy to stay. I was the archivist at Torchwood I'm really good at this kind of thing, but if you honestly just don't want me helping you I'll go and bother someone else."
Their gazes locked and Daniel studied Ianto's face for a moment as if he was looking for something. Finally it seemed as if he found what he was looking for because his gaze softened from curious to understanding and he gave Ianto a small smile.
"All right but don't say I didn't offer to let you out," he said jokingly.
"Promise," Ianto agreed before turning his attention back to the mess. "So, where do we start?"
Several hours later Daniel and Ianto were sitting in the commissary eating…something, and swapping stories. When they'd finally finished sorting everything out in Daniel's office (and Ianto had organised a new system for the archaeologist which would likely save him a whole lot of time) they'd immediately headed for the commissary to find something edible. They'd definitely found something, it wasn't overly edible but it was something.
"…then Owen drops the thing and it shatters everywhere and Suzie grabs him by his collar and hurls him straight into the water in the middle of the hub not realizing that Owen can't swim. So the man's flailing about for ages in a panic until he finally realizes he's 'drowning' in less than 2 feet of water," Ianto finished his story with a laugh. By now they'd told each other so many funny stories they were both crying with laughter.
"I think we'd better take a break from story-telling otherwise we'll never eat," Daniel advised once they'd managed to calm down somewhat.
Ianto agreed and they both dug into their food. Ianto watched the other man with a smile. He really was quite lovely and it turned out they got along better than he'd ever expected. Ianto had spoken more that night than he probably had the entire year before and he was pretty sure it was all due to Daniel's genuine interest in getting to know him. He sat back in his chair and smiled, he hadn't felt this at home with someone in a long time.
By the time they'd finished their food and swapped a few more stories it was getting rather late so they decided to turn in. They headed up to the floor where both of their quarters were located and once they reached Daniel's door the lovely archaeologist thanked him for all his help.
Ianto gave him a smile and told him he was welcome; that it had been nice getting to know Daniel and he didn't mind helping at all. He was pleasantly surprised when Daniel suggested they head out for dinner the following evening, his treat, as a way to show Ianto his appreciation for his help. Ianto, while making it clear he needn't go to any trouble, accepted the invitation and then they bid each other good night. Ianto headed on down to his room with a mega watt smile on his face, today had gone better than expected.
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There we go what did we think? Do we like so far? Are my characterisations okay? I love Stargate but this is the first time I've written a story about it so I sometimes struggle a bit with the characters. Anyway hope you liked it.
Kayla
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