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Ficlet: It Starts With A Toothbrush…

Title: It Starts With A Toothbrush…

Author: badly_knitted

Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: G

Word Count: 331

Summary: One morning, Ianto realises something that surprises him.

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or any of the characters. Which is sad.

A/N: Blame this on Brad Paisley’s song ‘Toothbrush’. The idea just popped into my head while I was listening to it. I kinda wish that would happen to me more often.
A/N2: HAPPY BIRTHDAY tardisjournal!

Ianto stared at what sat beside his bathroom sink; where once there had been a single toothbrush, now there were two. The odd thing was, he couldn’t remember when he’d first seen that extra toothbrush sitting there. He knew he had noticed it before, on quite a few occasions, but its significance had never really registered until now.


Jack’s head popped around the half-open bathroom door.

“You called? Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. A thought just struck me; when did we start living together?”

“What? We’re not living together.” There was silence for a moment, then… “Are we?”

“You tell me. Your toothbrush is here. Your razor and hair gel are in the cupboard next to mine, your shampoo’s in the shower. When did you last spend the night at the Hub?”

Jack thought hard, scratching his head.

“I don’t remember.”

“Neither do I.”

“So, we’re living together?”

“Looks that way.”

Jack studied Ianto’s face, trying to gauge his thoughts on the subject. It was impossible; his expression was completely unreadable.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Ianto quirked a wry smile.

“Well, at least it saves me having to ask if you’ll move in with me.”

Jack grinned.

“There’s that. So, living together! Should we tell the team?”

“Nah, let’s see how long it takes for them to work it out.”

“We don’t even know how long it took us!”

“No, we don’t. Not that it matters, just means we have one less ‘anniversary’ to remember.”

“Good point. Well, if we’re living together, maybe I should start making myself useful around the house. Why don’t I make the bed while you make the coffee?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

And just like that, they were officially living together. Ianto smiled as he headed for the kitchen. He hadn’t expected reaching this stage of his relationship with Jack to be so completely stress-free. Now he just had to figure out a way to break the news to Rhi…

The End

Tags: fic, fic: g, fic: one-shot, ficlet, fluff, humour, ianto jones, jack harkness, jack/ianto, torchwood fic

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