Ianto sat back, grinning; he’d finally done it!
It had taken him weeks. There’d been talks with the Doctor and the TARDIS, help with calculations from Tosh and mainframe, but he’d actually managed to convert Jack’s birthdate on Boeshane into the earth calendar and work out his birthday.
He snorted. That made Jack a Scorpio. Not that Ianto really believed in Astrology, he was too down-to-earth for that, but there was no denying it fit.
Forceful, passionate, exciting, magnetic, he was all of those. Also secretive, obstinate, jealous and resentful, but no one was perfect.
Not even Jack.
TBC in ‘What’s Going On?’