The Captain Dances

A Torchwood Fanfic

Ianto had never known Jack could dance. So, it came as no shock when, in a fit of random conversation, Jack confessed that he had never seen himself as being a good dancer.

It was early morning on a Saturday, if Ianto remembered correctly. And, naturally, the rest of the team had not yet arrived. In fact, it had been so early that Ianto and Jack were still in bed. Jack's arms wrapped around Ianto's chest, the two tucked closely together in the golden haze of dawn. Of course, them being underground, Ianto was sure that the golden haze was imagined, and was just a lingering side effect of the mind blowing power Jack held over him.

It was just a random comment that Jack had casually thrown into the conversation. And Ianto had just dismissed it with a laugh. It was such an odd thing for Jack to say. But of course, Ianto, having never seen Jack on a dance floor, couldn't actually say for certain if Jack was telling the truth.

Now, looking back, Ianto was thinking that perhaps Jack had been just a bit humble. He watched as Jack twirled Gwen around the dance floor, the beautiful gown Ianto had picked for her (with Jack's help) trailing behind them, and tangling among their legs.

"Tosh?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you know that Jack could dance?"

She turned to him with a bemused expression on her face.

"Of course. You didn't?"

Sadly, Ianto shook his head.

"I would have thought you knew everything about him now." She added. And Ianto couldn't miss the small smile playing on her lips. But before he could question her further, Owen had returned with two glasses, and a flask of, what looked to be rum.

They sat facing each other and began to discuss, whatever it was they usually discussed. So Ianto allowed them to remain in their own little world.

Before he decided.

In all the old films, you always saw a man asking the other man if they might cut in, have a dance with the leading lady.

And he was on his feet immediately. Crossing the floor, to Gwen and Jack. Found his mouth forming the words:

"May I cut in?" Gwen muttering "Of course". And finally, being enveloped by the warmth of Jack's embrace.

As they spun slowly around the room, Ianto clutched Jack's hand; the other on Jack's waist, Jack's other in the small of Ianto's back.

Hot breath on his ear. And a message just for him.

Ianto would always remember that night. Even after the cleanup was done, and he hung up his apron labeled 'Wedding Fairy', and everyone was home, snug in bed, Gwen and Rhys flying off on their honeymoon, Ianto would remember.

Jack singing softly. Their love song.

Disclaimer: Torchwood is the property of Russell T. Davies.