Title: Christmas with the Jones Family - Part 1

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Genre: pure fun

Summary: What was that about a brother that never came around? Hmmm...I wonder...

Disclaimer: I soooo don't own the two main characters, but, by some weird twist of fate, I own Ianto's family. Not that I wouldn't share if asked...

Author's Notes: This was written after a two week writer's block.

"Jack! Is that it?" Ianto called as he shoved the duffel in the back of the SUV and eyed the doorway to his flat.

"Yeah – I have the snacks right here!" Jack called back, locking the door before sprinting over to Ianto.

"Right – you know this is only a four hour trip, right, Jack?" He looked the older man up and down.

He chuckled. "Yes. But just in case..."

"In case of what? Paradox Clones?" The Welshman snuffled as he opened the driver's side door. "Not likely, sir."

"Not 'sir'; not this weekend." Jack reminded him, settling into the passenger seat and fastening his belt. "Maybe your family shouldn't know I'm your boss just yet."

"In title only, sir." Ianto deadpanned as he fastened his own belt and started the car. "And, please, be on your best behaviour."

"Ianto Jones, parents love me, you'll see." He flashed a smile his direction as he began to root around in the bag he brought. "You want something?"

"We aren't even out of town and you're snacking. Put that away. And don't make those eyes at me."

"Fine."

The next half hour was in silence, except for the Christmas music that was playing softly from the radio. Ianto was humming, thinking about the last time he had spent a holiday at home – almost three years now. And it had been equally long since he had spent any amount of time with the individual members of his family. He was always meaning to call them, but never quite got around to it.

"Are you going to talk to me at all?" Jack finally asked.

"I might." Ianto smirked. "If you promise that you won't do anything to throughly embarrass me."

Jack thought for a moment. "They do know that we're dating right?"

"Not exactly." Ianto looked the other way as he answered. "That might be...weird for them. Too much to tell them all at once."

"Right." Jack looked at his hands folded in his lap.

"No, Jack, it's not like that at all." Ianto reached across to touch a hand, but Jack moved them. "I've only just told them that Lisa died."

Jack looked at him pointedly. "You what?!? Yan, that was years back!"

"Yeah, I know, but they weren't around. It was easier to...Why am I explaining this at all?" Ianto sighed. "So, what you need to know before we get there-"

"I'm listening." But he was more pouting that paying attention.

"My mum's name is Glenda. And she will try to feed to you bursting. When you're done, signal me and I will stop her." Ianto smiled.

This broke Jack out of his pout. "Home cooking?"

"Yes, from scratch. She'll have been cooking for a week now. Now, Tad. He'll want you to call him Ifan, but don't. Call him 'Tad' and impress him. Oh, and the same for Mum. Make sure you hug her when we go in and call her 'Mum', not Glenda. No matter what Delwyn says."

"Delwyn?" Jack was starting to lose track.

"My older brother, but I doubt he'll even be there as he hardly ever comes home. Too good for us." Ianto snorted in contempt and continued. "But always call him 'Del' – he hates that."

"Okay, so – 'Mum', 'Tad', 'Del'. Not so hard." Jack nodded in confirmation.

"The other two aren't hard either." Ianto gripped the wheel tighter. "I have two younger sisters – two years younger than me and meaner than bears."

"This sounds fun." Jack was up for a challenge. "What are their names?"

Ianto drew in a breath. "You're going to laugh, I'm warning you. So, do it now. Otherwise, the girls will think you are laughing at them and they'll spend the rest of the visit trying to get you back."

"Okay, I'm ready." Jack straightened and took his own deep breath.

Ianto stared straight ahead as he spoke. "Gwenda and Myfanwy." He chanced a look at the man in the other seat.

"No, really?" He was holding his hand to his mouth, trying to hold the laugh in. "You have a sister named Gwen?"

"That's right." Ianto was trying not to laugh at Jack trying not to laugh. "And one named Myfanwy."

At that moment, there was nothing more the men could do but burst out in laughter. Ianto was forced to pull off the road until they stopped.

"You never said anything when I named her." Jack wiped at his eyes.

"Why would I? She reminded me of my sister!" He put the car back in gear and got back on the road.

Jack ran through the family in his head. "Let me make sure I have this right." Ianto nodded, still watching the road. Jack counted on his hand as he spoke. "Tad, Mum, Del, Gwenda -"

"Gwen. Never Gwenda." Ianto corrected.

"Noted...and Myfanwy. Should I call her anything different?"

"She likes her name." Ianto thought about any other warnings he could give Jack, but only came up with one more. "Don't believe all the stories they'll try to tell you about me, even if they have pictures to back them up."

"Got ya."

"And we're here." Ianto pulled into the driveway of a house that could only be described as charming; exactly the type of home Jack had imagined he grew up in. "Didn't need those snacks after all, did you, Jack?"

Jack resisted the urge to stick his tongue out and opened the door. Before they were even out good, two blurry shapes attacked Ianto and knocked him to the ground. Jack went for the gun he usually wore before remembering he had left it back at the Hub. Looking down, he saw that Ianto had been pounced by two young women he assumed were his little sisters.

"Gwen, Myfanwy," he motioned to Jack. "This is my friend, Jack."

Both girls turned at the same time and looked at him. They looked so much like their brother that Jack gasped, giving them the chance to overwhelm him as well. As they fought roughly, employing the use of elbows, over who would be the first to hug him, he drew them both in and squeezed. Ianto grinned to the ground as they let out shocked squeals of confusion.

"Nice to meet you," Jack smiled down at them as he let them go and walked back to help Ianto up.

Ianto took the offered hand and dusted himself as Gwen and Myfanwy made their way back into the house, more than a little dazed.

"I thought you said there were no Paradox Clones." Jack whispered roughly. "You could have warned me that they were identical. To each other and you!"

"They look nothing like me." Ianto defended, his hands on his hips. "Let's just go in. We can get the bags later."

"Sounds like a plan." Jack smoothed his hands over his coat and fixed the collar, earning an eyeroll from Ianto.

"Best behaviour."

"Always."

Ianto opened the door to the wonderful smell of sweets. His mother stood by the stove wearing an apron, reading a cookbook. Jack was disappointed that she wasn't wearing heels and pearls as she did so, but hid it well.

"Ianto!" She exclaimed when she saw her youngest son and dropped everything to smash him to her in a crushing hug.

"Mam." His voice was quiet, but Jack thought he sounded as if he were on the verge of tears.

"You came." She held him at arms length before hugging him tightly to her once again. "Your father said..."

"His father said no such thing!" Ifan Jones came through the door. "The girls said you were here. And that you had someone with you."

Ianto eyed his father for a moment before going to hug him as well. Jack stood, watching, before the feeling of someone tugging him towards them. Glenda was dragging him into the same type of hug she had given her son.

"Any friend of my son's is as good as my son. Don't be shy!" She scolded Jack as she hugged him. "And you two get that stuff out of your car and into Ianto's old room. I won't have you out after dark dragging things in here."

"Yes, mam," Ianto laughed. "Heard from Del?"

"Delwyn might not make it, he's not sure." Ifan answered before his wife could.

"Oh, you know he's just saying that to get you riled up, Ifan," she admonished before turning back to Jack. "Well? Didn't you bring bags?"

"Yes...Mum." Jack looked at her, waiting for a response.

"Then go get them! We are going to hold dinner for you!" She swatted him on the butt as she pushed him and Ianto back out the door and shut it.

"She likes me," Jack was grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't get any ideas. You're too old for her." Ianto went to the back of the SUV and took out his bag, putting the two Jack brought on the gravel.

"Oh, don't get jealous." Jack tried to kiss him as he bent to pick up his luggage, but Ianto dodged him.

"Not now." He was walking back into the house before Jack could talk about it further. Jack shouldered the bags and followed.

"Show him where you'll be sleeping." Glenda said as she set the table for seven. "Then wash up and we'll eat."

"Right this way." Ianto said, grabbing Jack's wrist.

Jack let himself be led down a hall to the room Ianto had spent his childhood in. Only when he was inside and had set down his bags did he look around. On the walls were movie posters and pictures. There were a few academic trophies on a shelf along with some books, but the item that struck Jack as the funniest was the bed. Well, to be more correct, beds. Bunk beds.

"I get to be on top," Jack smirked, nudging Ianto when he didn't smile. "Come on, you know that's funny."

Ianto smiled, though he had tried not to. "You're right. Let's get washed up and downstairs before Mam has a fit." He set his own bag on the lower bunk and winked at Jack.