Author's Notes:
A double drabble for serial blogger, who wanted a continuation of 'Mistaken'

Summary: Jack realises he’d better tell Ianto about the case of mistaken identity, before he finds out from Gareth.

Jack drove over to Rhiannon’s house with takeaway and a bottle of sparkling fruit juice, knowing Ianto wouldn’t drink alcohol while babysitting.

Ianto was delighted to have company, not to mention good food, so they ate their dinner before Jack decided he’d better own up to his earlier unfortunate encounter. Ianto was bound to find out anyway; if Jack didn’t tell him it would look like he was hiding something.

“I, um, ran into your cousin Gareth earlier; I thought he was you.” Jack blurted the words before he could change his mind.

Ianto promptly choked on his drink. When he finally stopped spluttering, he looked at Jack with a mixture of dread and avid curiosity.

“Oh God! What did you do this time?”

Jack tried not to look guilty, which was difficult under Ianto’s piercing gaze.

“Well, I… um, I might have groped him. Just a bit though. A very minor grope, more of a friendly squeeze really…” Jack trailed off, looking at Ianto worriedly.

Ianto was silent for a long moment, just staring at him, waiting.

Finally he spoke…


Jack shifted uncomfortably.

“And that’s when he punched me.”

Ianto laughed so hard he fell off the sofa.

The End