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Sarah Jane Smith
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For Ianto - AU



Sarah Jane had awoken in the morning to feel...well, she felt a whole lot better than she had in years and years. And by that, she would honestly say it had been thirty years since she had felt this spry. Twenty-three, when she and the Doctor were still running about, having just dropped off Harry.

She'd sat up, all her clothes fitting a bit loosely and when she peered down, everything was a bit firmer...and her hair was thicker and after a quick look at her feet, she saw K-9 hovering. "Mistress!" he announced eagerly. "You appear to be young!"

"How young?" she asked critically.

A quick scan later, K-9 chirped loudly. "Twenty-two!"

Sarah couldn't even take it. She just clasped her hands over her mouth and laughed giddily, throwing open the door and running down the stairs, intending to find the first person she knew to cry about how wonderful this was.
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Ianto had woken up exactly the same age as he always was, and had headed to the compound to make a batch of coffee to start the day.

Well, perhaps he would have made it to the kitchen and to coffee, if there hadn't been a gleeful woman running down the hall towards him.

Ianto paused, blinked, mind processing the familiar face. "Sarah Jane?"
The poor man really needed more warning, because she, Sarah Jane Smith, all of five foot four and tiny frame, pounced on him and hugged him tightly, easing back and brushing her hair from her face. "Ianto," she greeted with a warm laugh, just laughing away. "Sorry," she apologized. "I think I lost about thirty years and I feel the need to celebrate."
Ianto hugged back as a reflex even as he took a step back, startled by the armful of young Sarah Jane. He had no idea what had happened, but the laughter set him a bit more at ease, let a smile tug at his mouth even as he frowned. "You just woke up this way? This an island thing?"
She peered at herself, tying her pajama pants a little tighter to account for the different in waist sizes and nodded, fairly exuberantly. "I think it is. So, obviously, it's temporary, but really fairly good news, wouldn't you say?" she offered encouragingly.

She took a good look at him. "Now, you look about the same. Same ol' cute Ianto."
"Much better than some of the other island's tricks," Ianto agreed, unable to keep from flicking his eyes up and down at her. It was a little surreal. He had grown accustomed to one Sarah Jane, and here was one as if she had just popped out from one of those films.

His eyes settled on her face as he grinned at the compliment. "I pride myself on my consistency," he said lightly.
Sarah Jane didn't precisely mean it as a compliment, but she'd let him take whatever he wanted to take and she just grinned right back up at him. "Consistent Ianto," she said, in a very authoratative voice. "No one would ever mistake you for otherwise."

She took him by the hand and tugged him forward, kitchen-bound. "Come on, then. You can make me coffee."
He resisted the urge to chuckle, allowing himself to be pulled along for a step or two, and then walking on his own accord. Maneuvering the kitchen was second nature by now, and within a few minutes, Ianto had a pot of coffee brewing. He leaned lightly against the counter, hands slipping into his pockets as he looked to Sarah Jane. "So what are you going to do with yourself, to appreciate this weekend?"
Sarah Jane took advantage of being so small and spry and hopped up on the counter by the coffee machine, crossing her legs as she brushed her hair back. "Oh, I don't know. Find myself some trouble, get in a tight spot or two, visit a few people, take horrible advantage of them?" she suggested, all with an incorrigible grin.
That sort of energy was always lurking beneath the surface, Ianto had suspected, but to actually see Sarah Jane bouncing was ... strange. He shook his head mildly, turning to pull down two coffee mugs. "I've never understood how getting into trouble could be fun," he said.
Sarah just grinned at that, every little confirmation just proving she'd had him right. She looked him over, a long, long, lingering look at his whole body. "Oh, I bet you've never been in trouble," she agreed, hopping off the counter and pushing in close, just to get under his skin, get her soap on him, just to bug him.

"Never got caught. Never got tied up and taken prisoner!" she narrated, looking him dead in the eyes, pointedly. "I even bet you never stole the Doctor's scarf and got tied up by your fellow companion, just to see which of you would tip him off first with your shouts," she teased.

Come on, Ianto. Blush. Just blush and I'll know I'll have pegged you as THAT guy.
Long, lingering looks did not bother Ianto one bit. Neither did people invading his personal space. Mentioning being tied up, however, was another story.

He didn't break her eye contact, though the casual smirk that was still lingering on his face disappeared as he swallowed. "I've never even seen the Doctor's scarf," he managed, calmly pushing thoughts back, back, not looking anywhere but at Sarah Jane for fear he'd catch a glimpse of a cleaver and pale. "So, no, I haven't done that. You're quite right."
Sarah Jane watched him thoughtfully and sighed mildly as she leaned up on her toes and cupped his cheek, leaning in to kiss the place her fingers had touched. It was her show of apology for whatever had caused him to hesitate like that. "Come on. You made me coffee and I have to enjoy it," she said, words enthusiastic.
His expression at the kiss was a little wary, as Ianto was not accustomed to that sort of thing from Sarah Jane. He understood the intention, though, and nodded with a slight smile. No need to dwell on it if she wasn't going to ask questions. "It's true. Not that I couldn't make you coffee any day."
"But this," she said firmly. "This is going to be special coffee, right? Because it's a one-time chance to drink coffee by Ianto Jones while in my young twenties," she raved. And it was coffee that she didn't have to brew. She just smiled sunnily at him, studying him thoughtfully.
"One-time, provided the island does not keep us both here long enough to repeat this particular trick," he said, fixing them both mugs of coffee. Passing Sarah Jane's cup to her, Ianto lifted an eyebrow slightly, a corner of his mouth threatening to lift upwards. "Why do I get the impression you're scheming?"
"I am not scheming," she protested with a mild laugh, grinning away and she leaned over, touching that little smile with her index finger and pushing it gently up. "Smile, Ianto," she pleaded, eyes wide. "For me?"
His eyebrow rose a bit more at the touch, and he leaned back just fractionally away from it. "What? Just for you?" he asked, as if that was not a very good reason at all.
Sarah Jane only leaned doggedly forward, giving him a challenging look, a gleam in her eye as she smiled. "It's very easy," she promised. "You simply smile. You think of something happy and you smile," she encouraged, laughing away silently, her grin reflecting her amusement.
Ianto didn't move again, but frowned now, deeply and slightly shook his head. "Not sure I follow, no. Sorry."
Now, Sarah was barely holding back a cackle of gleeful laughter, leaning her elbows forward on the table, utterly ignoring her coffee. "Oh, Ianto," she chastised, shaking her head. "Whatever am I going to do with you?" She tipped her head to one side and offered him her infamous sulky pout, lip all jutted out as she drew her hair in front of her eyes.
The frown became more mild, his mouth more even as Ianto looked up thoughtfully, then back at Sarah Jane. "Use me for my coffee skills, I should say." And then nodded slightly at the mentioned coffee in mug.
Sarah sipped at the coffee, hair still in her eyes as she sat up. "Very good coffee, sir," she praised, leaning back forward, and staring at his face. "Ianto Smile-Watch. Going into Hour 2. Nnnnnnow."
Sipping at his coffee as well, Ianto paused after he swallowed, resolutely not smiling. "That's an awful waste to your presumed weekend of youth, you know."
Sarah Jane laughed a little at that, sitting up and crossing her legs to enjoy her coffee. "And how would you suggest I spend it, hm? Because the ideas I have are...not exactly safe for young ears."
Ianto's next sip of coffee was slightly longer as he moved past Sarah Jane's comment. "I should think that entirely up to you, provided you don't get yourself into too much trouble. All my suggestions involve not smiling," he deadpanned.

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