Torchwood IMs: Day One
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a_silver_storyTitle: Day One
Chapter: 48
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: The first full day of Rhiannon's visit.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
48 |
Day One
It was very rare for Ianto Jones to get up in the morning wilfully. He was just lucky to be blessed with the magic ability that allowed him to look perfect in a matter of minutes instead of the hours it could take some people – but that wasn’t to say he didn’t prefer spending a long time getting ready. So on this morning, the morning that he managed to peel himself from the mattress before the alarm went off, he got out of bed without too much trouble. The shock he got when he initially woke up helped.
At first he didn’t really know where he was. The dark blue and silver sheets didn’t look right covering his body, though they were warm and very cosy. He mentally panicked for a second, wondering how the hell he’d ended up in a stranger’s bed, when an ache in his muscles reminded him of the toils of the day before. This was his new bed. The bed Jack had bought for them. And these were the warm, cosy and inviting sheets Jack had bought for him.
His second surprise was, to be honest, not quite so nice. It started out alright ... but got a bit worse towards the end ... okay, it got a lot worse:
He’d gone to sleep naked, but had tottered out in the middle of the night to steal more cheesecake and had decided that it was probably best to cover himself in case his sister went wandering. Ianto could feel Jack’s hand snaking over him and rubbing a little on his hip, and he could feel the warm hardness of his cock pressing into his back. Ianto turned in Jack’s arms until he was lying down underneath him and sleepily let himself be kissed and caressed.
“You went and stole some of that cheesecake last night, didn’t you?” Jack asked as he kissed and licked at Ianto’s neck.
“Hmmf? ... ah! ... yeah ...” moaned Ianto. Normally intelligent conversation had crept out of the room by now. He felt Jack’s knuckles graze the cotton that barriered them from his dick and let his back arch. Waistband tightening as he felt the elastic stretch as Jack’s hand slid behind the cotton, he waited for those strong, hot, clever fingers to curl around him .... but instead he got a fistful of ice pressed against his testicles.
Ianto yelped and cried out and writhed as Jack held his wrists down, not letting him move and laughing at him. Moaning in exasperation, he did the one thing he swore he would never do to any man – especially not his Captain. He knee-ed him in the balls. Ianto managed to scramble off the bed and get the large chunk of ice out of his now sodden boxers while Jack moaned and groaned and writhed on the bed.
Changing his boxers just in the nick of time, Ianto raised his eyes and saw a sleepy and very antagonised Rhiannon walk in as he sank onto the bed beside Jack and put an arm around him. The Captain whispered curses in languages Ianto didn’t understand, but nuzzled his neck anyway unaware of Rhiannon’s presence. Ianto was also very aware that Jack was still stark bollock naked.
“What the hell is going on?” demanded Rhiannon. “Why were you screaming? What happened?”
Ianto and Jack shared a look. “Er ...” started Ianto. He decided that Rhiannon would probably try and twist the truth. “He made me jump, my leg jerked and I got him in the Forbidden Zone.” Both he and Jack sniggered like kids at ‘Forbidden Zone’. At least Jack was recovering a bit now.
“You need to be more careful, Ianto!” she chastised.
“I agree.” Muttered Jack.
“I mean ... have you any idea the damage you could do? You could block off his bladder, obstruct his testicles, bruise the insides, make him infertile ...”
“Yeah ...” said Ianto. “Because a natural birth is quite high on our list of priorities ...” he felt teeth nip his shoulder in disapproval.
“Well,” said Rhiannon icily. “There’s no guarantee he’ll be with you forever. What about who he moves on to next?” she turned on her heel and stalked back to her room, noisily slamming her door and shoving the bolt across.
They sat in silence for a couple of seconds, a little awkwardly, neither sure what to say. Ianto felt Jack’s fingers lacing with his, but he’d already made his decision to get up and go to the bathroom. He knew Jack would take it as rejection, so he leant down and kissed his hair and cuddled his head to his abdomen.
Shutting and locking the door behind him – and thusly making it clear to Jack there was no shower sex on offer that morning – Ianto turned the shower onto its most powerful setting and listened to the roar of water hitting the tiles below it. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the spray, not caring he was still wearing his boxers, and sank to the floor. He sincerely hoped that Jack couldn’t hear him crying – but not as much as he pleaded with whatever might be out there that Rhiannon, on the other side of the wall, didn’t either.
~*~*~*~
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: Hiyaaa.
GWEN: How’s it going with the in-law?
JACK: Very funny.
JACK: And fine, thank you.
GWEN: I don’t mean to worry you, but I did catch Ianto banging his head against a wall earlier. Is he alright?
JACK: Rhiannon kept putting her feet on the coffee table last night. Maybe he’s still pissed.
GWEN: Is he really that touchy?
JACK: Just because he likes things to be or be done in a certain way doesn’t mean he’s touchy.
GWEN: Sorry.
GWEN: It does in the normal world.
JACK: Why don’t you piss in the sink?
GWEN: WTF???
JACK: Answer the question.
GWEN: Er ... because its unhygienic?
JACK: Exactly. Urine isn’t what the sink is for; feet isn’t what the coffee table is for. Would you like to put your mug of coffee where someone’s horrible smelly feet had just been?
GWEN: No.
JACK: So would you say it’s normal not to want people to put their feet on the coffee table, where your coffee/plate of food is about to go?
GWEN: Alright alright!
GWEN: God you two are a laugh today.
JACK: Sorry. A bit stressed.
GWEN: *hugs*
JACK: *hugs back*
GWEN: :)
GWEN: I’m bored. Do you want to stare at Ianto until he feels so uncomfortable he starts cleaning things?
JACK: Ohhhhh yay! We haven’t done that for ages!
GWEN: Afterwards we can rearrange the brochures in the Tourist Centre.
JACK: That would mean war ...
GWEN: Maybe we could do with a nice prank war :-P
JACK: As long as the coffee doesn’t get affected, it’s fine with me.
GWEN: We could even get Rhys involved! Ianto and Rhys, you and me! Teams in the great Torchwood Prank War of ’09.
JACK: Haha. Okay. You start jotting down ideas and we’ll reconvene tomorrow.
GWEN: Aye aye, Cap’n!
JACK has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
IANTO has entered the conversation
IANTO: Why the HELL are you and Gwen staring at me? Have you any idea how freaky that is?
IANTO: Stop it.
IANTO: Seriously. Stop it.
IANTO: This is scary. I’m seriously worried about your mental health ...
IANTO: Enough now. It’s not funny anymore.
IANTO: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!
IANTO: Please stop it it’s not healthy.
IANTO: Janet’s behind you.
IANTO: Oh dear I think the coffee machine has broken.
IANTO: Is that cloud shaped like a chicken?
IANTO: Seriously, Captain. Not funny.
IANTO: You’re making me question my sanity.
IANTO: This is your last warning!
IANTO: ... that’s it ... I’m going cleaning out Weevils.
IANTO has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
IANTO: Yeah. I’m not talking to you.
JACK: Pity, since I have a proposal and all ...
IANTO: ... wtf?
JACK: Well ... Gwen’s suggested a prank war.
IANTO: Oh that kind of proposal! *Internal organs return to their proper places*
JACK: You and Rhys, me and Gwen – two teams.
JACK: But I decided I didn’t want my coffee to go bad – and besides, I prefer it when you’re on my side – so I suggest that You and Aye fraternise and sabotage to our own advantage.
IANTO: ... why don’t you just tell Gwen you want me to be on your team?
JACK: Because being a double agent is fun!!!
JACK: And I’m not going up against GWEN!
JACK: I’m trying to make it easier for you and I’m saving my coffee at the same time. Win/Win!
IANTO: Oh alright. We can fraternise. But only if you promise to stem the wrath of Gwen as far as possible.
JACK: Scouts’ honour!
IANTO: You were never a scout.
JACK: True ... but I did think about being a Brownie. :-P
JACK: Anyways ... to serious business:
IANTO: What?
JACK: You seemed really upset this morning.
IANTO: I was fine. Stressed, is all.
JACK: Oh. I’m sure.
IANTO: Really, I’m fine. I was just a little taken aback by Rhiannon’s coldness.
JACK: Yeah.
JACK: I’ll have to warm you up later ;)
IANTO: :)
JACK: You’d better get going. It’s nearly 6 and Rhiannon thinks you finish work at 5:30.
IANTO: Okie dokie. I’ll see you later.
JACK: I don’t think it’s going to be a late one tonight. Everything’s been fairly uneventful so far.
IANTO: Gdgd. See you xx
JACK: Buh bye xxx
~*~*~*~
Ianto stepped out of the lift and saw Rhiannon waiting for him outside the door to his flat. She was sat with her back against the wall with shopping bags slumped around her.
“Forgot your key?” Ianto asked her, sliding his into the lock.
“Yeah.” She grumbled. “So I went and did some buying-in for ya.” Rhiannon gestured the bags.
“Oh! Thanks!” he smiled. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing for the shopping ... but I’ll have tenner towards an Indian takeaway if you don’t mind.”
“Ooooooh! Indian!” he grinned. He helped her carry the shopping into the kitchen and started unpacking it while she babbled about Kerry at work’s dog and all kinds of useless other tit bits. He ummmed and ahhhhhed and laughed in the right places, but really all he could think about was the contrast in her behaviour from that morning and the night before. Was she sorry? Did she realise she was out of line?
The last of the shopping was put away, and Ianto was pleased to see she hadn’t wasted any money on crap and had bought only what she thought would be useful. She produced a menu for quite a good Indian takeaway and started getting plates and cups out ready while Ianto pored over the menu deciding what he and Jack would like.
“We’re having too much takeaway.” Said Ianto, leaning back into his sofa after the order had been placed. Rhiannon sat next to him and managed to stop herself from automatically putting her feet on the coffee table. “So ... what are you so guilty about?”
At least she had the decency to look sheepish. “What I said this morning ... it was more than just a little harsh and I really wish I’d never said it.”
Ianto’s eyebrow raised. “Is that an attempt at an apology?”
She sighed theatrically. “It’s the best you’re gonna get, baby brother.”
He shrugged, accepting the fact. Ianto heard a key slide into the lock as the catch was drawn back and he leapt to his feet to greet Jack, trying his best not to look too eager.
Jack’s boots thumped off with two dull thuds, and he sighed heavily as Ianto helped him off with his coat. Ianto hissed through his teeth when he saw the haphazard bandage looped around his arm, and told him to sit down while he changed the dressing.
Jack complied, slinging off his braces and overshirt and sitting with his injured arm on the arm rest of the sofa. Rhiannon moved to have a look, and her eyes widened a little at the depth of the gouge.
“What the ... how did that happen?” she asked, incredulous.
“Oh ... attacked on the job. It’s alright.”
“You should go to hospital. It’s really deep. It could get infected!”
“Ianto’s got disinfectant.”
“It could need stitches.”
“Ianto can stitch it.”
She snorted at that. “He’s not got any medical training! From what I’ve seen of his needlework, he’ll probably make it worse.”
Ianto returned with a bowl of warm, salty water, disinfectant wipes, dressings and a green box filled with sterile syringes, liquid painkillers, needles and surgical thread. He used some little scissors to cut away the bandage that was already on the wound, and peeled it away from the bloody gouge. Rhiannon looked away when she saw the blood dripping down from the gash, and Ianto chanced mouthing ‘Weevil?” to Jack. Jack shook his head. Ianto frowned quizzically, but they could talk later.
Using the original bandage, Ianto wrapped it into a kind of tourniquet to try and lessen the bleeding. Rhiannon looked on incredulously as he prepared the syringe and painkiller, before carefully and methodically using the warm saltwater and a cotton pad to bathe the wound. Jack hissed in discomfort at first, but the anaesthetic soon kicked in and he didn’t feel much pain at all. Ianto disinfected the wound with the surgical wipes, then began stitching up the gouge with speed and precision. He had had to do this so many times now that sticking needles into people was no longer a problem for him.
Ianto took away the dirty bandage and threw it in the bin and cleared away all the other things he’d been using. Rhiannon followed him, asking questions.
“How did you learn to treat torn skin?”
“Why do you keep needles in your flat?”
“I thought only doctors had access to that kind of anaesthetic?”
He ignored her and waited for her to finish. “He has a dangerous job. All that stuff is necessary to have in the house, and knowing how to use it is imperative.”
“Why do you know how to use it?”
“Er ... I went on a course?”
“The WAG’s course for People In Dangerous Jobs?”
“What, he’s supposed to stitch himself up?”
Rhiannon glowered at him. “What is it he does that’s so important? And what could he have been doing to result in half his bicep being ripped out?”
“Bastard with a screwdriver.” Neither of them had seen Jack come in. He seemed quiet and forlorn, looking sadly at them both. He moved to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of milk and a glass, pouring himself some and replacing it carefully in the door, label pointing out so you could see if it was semi-skimmed or full milk. Just how Ianto liked it.
Standing next to Ianto, he put an arm around his shoulders and sipped his drink. “Carry on.” he implored. Rhiannon looked at the floor.
“Sorry.” she mumbled. “I just ... he’s a Tourist Centre receptionist! He’s not supposed to know how to stitch wounds like a trained surgeon!”
“He’s only so quick at it because he’s had to do it so many times.” Said Jack calmly, taking a long sip. Her eyes cast up and down his arms, searching for other scars. “I have more scars than just on my arms.” He told her. “Maybe you’d like to see the ones from when I was attacked by a pack of starved dogs? Or what about my gunshot wounds? I have some lovely burns and tears from when I was tortured by Harold Saxon last year, if you want to see those ...”
“I’M SORRY.” Rhiannon shouted. She bit her lip. “I’m sorry.” She repeated, quieter and casting her eyes down to the wooden flooring. An uncomfortable silence fell, but Jack didn’t seem to notice. He just carried on sipping at his milk, arm around Ianto and lost in thought. A buzz from the intercom sliced the atmosphere like a knife.
“That’s the takeaway.” Said Ianto, going to answer it. He knew that leaving Jack and Rhiannon alone was a bad idea, so he sent Rhiannon downstairs to fetch it while he talked to Jack.
The Captain was washing out his glass in the sink, so Ianto snaked his arms around him from behind, putting his chin on his shoulder. “What happened?” he asked softly.
“Y’know ... that Rubik’s cube? The one I’ve been doing since before you started?”
“Yeahhh ...”
“Well, I just assumed it had fallen through time. Dropped in from the eighties ... turns out it was a weapon of war from the sixty fourth century. When you get it all lined up, it releases a noxious gas that turns the person who completed it rather violent and gives them the desire to kill anything and everything.”
Ianto spun him round, hands on his shoulders. “What happened?”
“Gwen cracked it, breathed in only a little of the gas, so she wasn’t murderous ... just ... blood lusty. Came at me with a screwdriver. Had to restrain her for half an hour in the cells while it got out of her system.”
“Shit. Is she okay?”
“Yeahhh ... she’s fine. Blood level back to normal, brainwaves normal, strength is normal ... nagging about humane treatment of every living thing – even those spidery-mouse things – normal.”
Ianto gave a small laugh. “What screwdriver did she use?”
“Crosshead.”
“Ooo. I’d have used a flat head. Easier to gouge.”
Jack kissed him suddenly, and he let himself fall into it. They broke apart when the knock at the door came – Rhiannon forgetting her key again – and started getting everything ready for their meal.
~*~*~*~
As Ianto began to settle down into bed, he pulled Jack’s arm gently across to try and get him to spoon into his back. The Captain laughed, and tugged Ianto onto his side to face him. He moved closer, putting his chin on Ianto’s head and letting him pillow his head on his arm. Ianto tried to turn away again, preferring to have their bodies touching from shoulder to thigh, but Jack stopped him.
“Put your head against me.” He whispered. “I want to feel you breathing against my skin.”
Ianto frowned in the dark, but complied anyway, snuggling in close with his nose touching the soft skin.
For the first time in a long time, they just went to bed and slept.
~*~*~*~
3:14 AM
ALWYN has entered the conversation
RHIANNON: About time.
ALWYN: Sorry, love. Fell asleep.
ALWYN: How’s it going?
ALWYN: Are you coming home soon?
RHIANNON: No. I don’t ever want to go back to that place. I told you.
ALWYN: We’ll move somewhere new. A fresh start.
RHIANNON: It’s more going back to you I don’t like than the house. Besides, there’s waiting list for the new council houses.
ALWYN: I know a guy who knows a guy. He could move us up it.
RHIANNON: I don’t want to go back to you.
ALWYN: You will come back to me. You always do.
RHIANNON: Not this time. You’re going too far.
ALWYN: You’ve never complained about going all the way before.
RHIANNON: But he’s my baby brother, Alwyn!
RHIANNON: I don’t care what you think of him, he comes first now.
ALWYN: It’s his fault this marriage fell apart. How can you go and live with someone who would let that happen to you?
RHIANNON: Shut up.
ALWYN: OH come on, Rhi! Everything he’s ever done since he was born has been to make you jealous of him. Make everything eat away at you. He was the favourite little boy, you said. Always got the best presents, always got your mother’s attention, always gets everything that you could never have and he rubs it in your face. I’ve listened to you bitching about him for two years! He’s a selfish, manipulative bastard, Rhiannon! Always has to be better than you. And you know what? He probably is better than you. Even if he is a bender.
RHIANNON: Don’t talk about him like that. You talk about him like that and it makes me like him less.
ALWYN: You shouldn’t like him.
RHIANNON: But ... he’s my little brother. Whether I like him or not, I love him. And he always does his best for me, even if I can’t show my appreciation.
ALWYN: It’s his fault we’re falling apart. When he slapped you at that wedding, he was putting the seed of lies in your head. Making you overthink it. Turning you against me so that you couldn’t be happy with me anymore.
RHIANNON: He didn’t! Stop it!
ALWYN: I know you, Rhiannon! Those other girls – they were mistakes, and I hate myself for them – but I didn’t know them. I couldn’t talk to them. I couldn’t love them.
RHIANNON: You don’t love me.
ALWYN: I do love you. And no one will ever love you the way I do.
RHIANNON: What would you do for me?
ALWYN: Anything.
RHIANNON: Find out who Captain Jack Harkness really is.
ALWYN: What??? Is that it?
RHIANNON: Do that. Make sure I know my brother is safe. Then I’ll think about going back to you.
ALWYN: And you will have my children?
RHIANNON: ... If you can actually give me them.
ALWYN: Bitch!
RHIANNON has left the conversation
FIN
Woo! It's toooo hotttttttt! I've got my fan on (haha fanon!) and I'm still sweltering, even though it's nearing 9 PM. Some of you may wish to know I am practically naked. Other have permission to recoil.
oo! Today I went to see my new Asthma doctor, and he was rather attractive so I may have to make another appointment. I managed to impress him with the breathometer thing by blowing 120 more than what I should be able to [all innuendo welcome], which is a good sign because it's coming up to initial audition season. Not that I'll be doing many this year. University *gah*
Oh - and I was a heroine today! This bloke was being all bastardy to this woman who was clearly terrified and and he was grabbing her from behind and shoving his head near her ear and saying awful things to her. So me, being the Saint that I am, went over and smacked him one with my Nica handbag. I told him I hoped his mother was proud and that he could lie there with his face in the gutter until he remembered that when he was a little boy, this isn't what he wanted to grow up to be. I dunno what worried him more: That I reminded him his mother would be so disappointed; or maybe the fact I wasn't scared? I grew up in Rochdale, loves. I went to Oulder Hill. I've had my share of fights.
The lady was grateful, and marched off and left him. The guy who owned the pub nearby said he'd get everything sorted and knew who he was and rang the police too. YAY for citizen's arrest! I had a doctor's appointment so have to give a statement at a later date. Stoopid asthma.
See! Wandering down alleys has it's pros, too!
Oh ... and one more thing:
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG A WEEK TODAY A WEEK TODAY A WEEK TODAY ... LESS THAN A WEEK NOW BECAUSE IT'S PAST NINE O' CLOCK OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG LESS THAN A WEEK LESS THAN A WEEK LESS THAN A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHGHGHAGHAHAHGHAGHHGHAOFJSAFJDOFNHAOFHIOFJHFADSFJIDSHFSHAKJ!
*ahem*
I'm done.
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Chapter: 48
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: The first full day of Rhiannon's visit.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
48 |
Day One
It was very rare for Ianto Jones to get up in the morning wilfully. He was just lucky to be blessed with the magic ability that allowed him to look perfect in a matter of minutes instead of the hours it could take some people – but that wasn’t to say he didn’t prefer spending a long time getting ready. So on this morning, the morning that he managed to peel himself from the mattress before the alarm went off, he got out of bed without too much trouble. The shock he got when he initially woke up helped.
At first he didn’t really know where he was. The dark blue and silver sheets didn’t look right covering his body, though they were warm and very cosy. He mentally panicked for a second, wondering how the hell he’d ended up in a stranger’s bed, when an ache in his muscles reminded him of the toils of the day before. This was his new bed. The bed Jack had bought for them. And these were the warm, cosy and inviting sheets Jack had bought for him.
His second surprise was, to be honest, not quite so nice. It started out alright ... but got a bit worse towards the end ... okay, it got a lot worse:
He’d gone to sleep naked, but had tottered out in the middle of the night to steal more cheesecake and had decided that it was probably best to cover himself in case his sister went wandering. Ianto could feel Jack’s hand snaking over him and rubbing a little on his hip, and he could feel the warm hardness of his cock pressing into his back. Ianto turned in Jack’s arms until he was lying down underneath him and sleepily let himself be kissed and caressed.
“You went and stole some of that cheesecake last night, didn’t you?” Jack asked as he kissed and licked at Ianto’s neck.
“Hmmf? ... ah! ... yeah ...” moaned Ianto. Normally intelligent conversation had crept out of the room by now. He felt Jack’s knuckles graze the cotton that barriered them from his dick and let his back arch. Waistband tightening as he felt the elastic stretch as Jack’s hand slid behind the cotton, he waited for those strong, hot, clever fingers to curl around him .... but instead he got a fistful of ice pressed against his testicles.
Ianto yelped and cried out and writhed as Jack held his wrists down, not letting him move and laughing at him. Moaning in exasperation, he did the one thing he swore he would never do to any man – especially not his Captain. He knee-ed him in the balls. Ianto managed to scramble off the bed and get the large chunk of ice out of his now sodden boxers while Jack moaned and groaned and writhed on the bed.
Changing his boxers just in the nick of time, Ianto raised his eyes and saw a sleepy and very antagonised Rhiannon walk in as he sank onto the bed beside Jack and put an arm around him. The Captain whispered curses in languages Ianto didn’t understand, but nuzzled his neck anyway unaware of Rhiannon’s presence. Ianto was also very aware that Jack was still stark bollock naked.
“What the hell is going on?” demanded Rhiannon. “Why were you screaming? What happened?”
Ianto and Jack shared a look. “Er ...” started Ianto. He decided that Rhiannon would probably try and twist the truth. “He made me jump, my leg jerked and I got him in the Forbidden Zone.” Both he and Jack sniggered like kids at ‘Forbidden Zone’. At least Jack was recovering a bit now.
“You need to be more careful, Ianto!” she chastised.
“I agree.” Muttered Jack.
“I mean ... have you any idea the damage you could do? You could block off his bladder, obstruct his testicles, bruise the insides, make him infertile ...”
“Yeah ...” said Ianto. “Because a natural birth is quite high on our list of priorities ...” he felt teeth nip his shoulder in disapproval.
“Well,” said Rhiannon icily. “There’s no guarantee he’ll be with you forever. What about who he moves on to next?” she turned on her heel and stalked back to her room, noisily slamming her door and shoving the bolt across.
They sat in silence for a couple of seconds, a little awkwardly, neither sure what to say. Ianto felt Jack’s fingers lacing with his, but he’d already made his decision to get up and go to the bathroom. He knew Jack would take it as rejection, so he leant down and kissed his hair and cuddled his head to his abdomen.
Shutting and locking the door behind him – and thusly making it clear to Jack there was no shower sex on offer that morning – Ianto turned the shower onto its most powerful setting and listened to the roar of water hitting the tiles below it. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the spray, not caring he was still wearing his boxers, and sank to the floor. He sincerely hoped that Jack couldn’t hear him crying – but not as much as he pleaded with whatever might be out there that Rhiannon, on the other side of the wall, didn’t either.
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: Hiyaaa.
GWEN: How’s it going with the in-law?
JACK: Very funny.
JACK: And fine, thank you.
GWEN: I don’t mean to worry you, but I did catch Ianto banging his head against a wall earlier. Is he alright?
JACK: Rhiannon kept putting her feet on the coffee table last night. Maybe he’s still pissed.
GWEN: Is he really that touchy?
JACK: Just because he likes things to be or be done in a certain way doesn’t mean he’s touchy.
GWEN: Sorry.
GWEN: It does in the normal world.
JACK: Why don’t you piss in the sink?
GWEN: WTF???
JACK: Answer the question.
GWEN: Er ... because its unhygienic?
JACK: Exactly. Urine isn’t what the sink is for; feet isn’t what the coffee table is for. Would you like to put your mug of coffee where someone’s horrible smelly feet had just been?
GWEN: No.
JACK: So would you say it’s normal not to want people to put their feet on the coffee table, where your coffee/plate of food is about to go?
GWEN: Alright alright!
GWEN: God you two are a laugh today.
JACK: Sorry. A bit stressed.
GWEN: *hugs*
JACK: *hugs back*
GWEN: :)
GWEN: I’m bored. Do you want to stare at Ianto until he feels so uncomfortable he starts cleaning things?
JACK: Ohhhhh yay! We haven’t done that for ages!
GWEN: Afterwards we can rearrange the brochures in the Tourist Centre.
JACK: That would mean war ...
GWEN: Maybe we could do with a nice prank war :-P
JACK: As long as the coffee doesn’t get affected, it’s fine with me.
GWEN: We could even get Rhys involved! Ianto and Rhys, you and me! Teams in the great Torchwood Prank War of ’09.
JACK: Haha. Okay. You start jotting down ideas and we’ll reconvene tomorrow.
GWEN: Aye aye, Cap’n!
JACK has left the conversation
IANTO has entered the conversation
IANTO: Why the HELL are you and Gwen staring at me? Have you any idea how freaky that is?
IANTO: Stop it.
IANTO: Seriously. Stop it.
IANTO: This is scary. I’m seriously worried about your mental health ...
IANTO: Enough now. It’s not funny anymore.
IANTO: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!
IANTO: Please stop it it’s not healthy.
IANTO: Janet’s behind you.
IANTO: Oh dear I think the coffee machine has broken.
IANTO: Is that cloud shaped like a chicken?
IANTO: Seriously, Captain. Not funny.
IANTO: You’re making me question my sanity.
IANTO: This is your last warning!
IANTO: ... that’s it ... I’m going cleaning out Weevils.
IANTO has left the conversation
JACK has entered the conversation
IANTO: Yeah. I’m not talking to you.
JACK: Pity, since I have a proposal and all ...
IANTO: ... wtf?
JACK: Well ... Gwen’s suggested a prank war.
IANTO: Oh that kind of proposal! *Internal organs return to their proper places*
JACK: You and Rhys, me and Gwen – two teams.
JACK: But I decided I didn’t want my coffee to go bad – and besides, I prefer it when you’re on my side – so I suggest that You and Aye fraternise and sabotage to our own advantage.
IANTO: ... why don’t you just tell Gwen you want me to be on your team?
JACK: Because being a double agent is fun!!!
JACK: And I’m not going up against GWEN!
JACK: I’m trying to make it easier for you and I’m saving my coffee at the same time. Win/Win!
IANTO: Oh alright. We can fraternise. But only if you promise to stem the wrath of Gwen as far as possible.
JACK: Scouts’ honour!
IANTO: You were never a scout.
JACK: True ... but I did think about being a Brownie. :-P
JACK: Anyways ... to serious business:
IANTO: What?
JACK: You seemed really upset this morning.
IANTO: I was fine. Stressed, is all.
JACK: Oh. I’m sure.
IANTO: Really, I’m fine. I was just a little taken aback by Rhiannon’s coldness.
JACK: Yeah.
JACK: I’ll have to warm you up later ;)
IANTO: :)
JACK: You’d better get going. It’s nearly 6 and Rhiannon thinks you finish work at 5:30.
IANTO: Okie dokie. I’ll see you later.
JACK: I don’t think it’s going to be a late one tonight. Everything’s been fairly uneventful so far.
IANTO: Gdgd. See you xx
JACK: Buh bye xxx
Ianto stepped out of the lift and saw Rhiannon waiting for him outside the door to his flat. She was sat with her back against the wall with shopping bags slumped around her.
“Forgot your key?” Ianto asked her, sliding his into the lock.
“Yeah.” She grumbled. “So I went and did some buying-in for ya.” Rhiannon gestured the bags.
“Oh! Thanks!” he smiled. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing for the shopping ... but I’ll have tenner towards an Indian takeaway if you don’t mind.”
“Ooooooh! Indian!” he grinned. He helped her carry the shopping into the kitchen and started unpacking it while she babbled about Kerry at work’s dog and all kinds of useless other tit bits. He ummmed and ahhhhhed and laughed in the right places, but really all he could think about was the contrast in her behaviour from that morning and the night before. Was she sorry? Did she realise she was out of line?
The last of the shopping was put away, and Ianto was pleased to see she hadn’t wasted any money on crap and had bought only what she thought would be useful. She produced a menu for quite a good Indian takeaway and started getting plates and cups out ready while Ianto pored over the menu deciding what he and Jack would like.
“We’re having too much takeaway.” Said Ianto, leaning back into his sofa after the order had been placed. Rhiannon sat next to him and managed to stop herself from automatically putting her feet on the coffee table. “So ... what are you so guilty about?”
At least she had the decency to look sheepish. “What I said this morning ... it was more than just a little harsh and I really wish I’d never said it.”
Ianto’s eyebrow raised. “Is that an attempt at an apology?”
She sighed theatrically. “It’s the best you’re gonna get, baby brother.”
He shrugged, accepting the fact. Ianto heard a key slide into the lock as the catch was drawn back and he leapt to his feet to greet Jack, trying his best not to look too eager.
Jack’s boots thumped off with two dull thuds, and he sighed heavily as Ianto helped him off with his coat. Ianto hissed through his teeth when he saw the haphazard bandage looped around his arm, and told him to sit down while he changed the dressing.
Jack complied, slinging off his braces and overshirt and sitting with his injured arm on the arm rest of the sofa. Rhiannon moved to have a look, and her eyes widened a little at the depth of the gouge.
“What the ... how did that happen?” she asked, incredulous.
“Oh ... attacked on the job. It’s alright.”
“You should go to hospital. It’s really deep. It could get infected!”
“Ianto’s got disinfectant.”
“It could need stitches.”
“Ianto can stitch it.”
She snorted at that. “He’s not got any medical training! From what I’ve seen of his needlework, he’ll probably make it worse.”
Ianto returned with a bowl of warm, salty water, disinfectant wipes, dressings and a green box filled with sterile syringes, liquid painkillers, needles and surgical thread. He used some little scissors to cut away the bandage that was already on the wound, and peeled it away from the bloody gouge. Rhiannon looked away when she saw the blood dripping down from the gash, and Ianto chanced mouthing ‘Weevil?” to Jack. Jack shook his head. Ianto frowned quizzically, but they could talk later.
Using the original bandage, Ianto wrapped it into a kind of tourniquet to try and lessen the bleeding. Rhiannon looked on incredulously as he prepared the syringe and painkiller, before carefully and methodically using the warm saltwater and a cotton pad to bathe the wound. Jack hissed in discomfort at first, but the anaesthetic soon kicked in and he didn’t feel much pain at all. Ianto disinfected the wound with the surgical wipes, then began stitching up the gouge with speed and precision. He had had to do this so many times now that sticking needles into people was no longer a problem for him.
Ianto took away the dirty bandage and threw it in the bin and cleared away all the other things he’d been using. Rhiannon followed him, asking questions.
“How did you learn to treat torn skin?”
“Why do you keep needles in your flat?”
“I thought only doctors had access to that kind of anaesthetic?”
He ignored her and waited for her to finish. “He has a dangerous job. All that stuff is necessary to have in the house, and knowing how to use it is imperative.”
“Why do you know how to use it?”
“Er ... I went on a course?”
“The WAG’s course for People In Dangerous Jobs?”
“What, he’s supposed to stitch himself up?”
Rhiannon glowered at him. “What is it he does that’s so important? And what could he have been doing to result in half his bicep being ripped out?”
“Bastard with a screwdriver.” Neither of them had seen Jack come in. He seemed quiet and forlorn, looking sadly at them both. He moved to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of milk and a glass, pouring himself some and replacing it carefully in the door, label pointing out so you could see if it was semi-skimmed or full milk. Just how Ianto liked it.
Standing next to Ianto, he put an arm around his shoulders and sipped his drink. “Carry on.” he implored. Rhiannon looked at the floor.
“Sorry.” she mumbled. “I just ... he’s a Tourist Centre receptionist! He’s not supposed to know how to stitch wounds like a trained surgeon!”
“He’s only so quick at it because he’s had to do it so many times.” Said Jack calmly, taking a long sip. Her eyes cast up and down his arms, searching for other scars. “I have more scars than just on my arms.” He told her. “Maybe you’d like to see the ones from when I was attacked by a pack of starved dogs? Or what about my gunshot wounds? I have some lovely burns and tears from when I was tortured by Harold Saxon last year, if you want to see those ...”
“I’M SORRY.” Rhiannon shouted. She bit her lip. “I’m sorry.” She repeated, quieter and casting her eyes down to the wooden flooring. An uncomfortable silence fell, but Jack didn’t seem to notice. He just carried on sipping at his milk, arm around Ianto and lost in thought. A buzz from the intercom sliced the atmosphere like a knife.
“That’s the takeaway.” Said Ianto, going to answer it. He knew that leaving Jack and Rhiannon alone was a bad idea, so he sent Rhiannon downstairs to fetch it while he talked to Jack.
The Captain was washing out his glass in the sink, so Ianto snaked his arms around him from behind, putting his chin on his shoulder. “What happened?” he asked softly.
“Y’know ... that Rubik’s cube? The one I’ve been doing since before you started?”
“Yeahhh ...”
“Well, I just assumed it had fallen through time. Dropped in from the eighties ... turns out it was a weapon of war from the sixty fourth century. When you get it all lined up, it releases a noxious gas that turns the person who completed it rather violent and gives them the desire to kill anything and everything.”
Ianto spun him round, hands on his shoulders. “What happened?”
“Gwen cracked it, breathed in only a little of the gas, so she wasn’t murderous ... just ... blood lusty. Came at me with a screwdriver. Had to restrain her for half an hour in the cells while it got out of her system.”
“Shit. Is she okay?”
“Yeahhh ... she’s fine. Blood level back to normal, brainwaves normal, strength is normal ... nagging about humane treatment of every living thing – even those spidery-mouse things – normal.”
Ianto gave a small laugh. “What screwdriver did she use?”
“Crosshead.”
“Ooo. I’d have used a flat head. Easier to gouge.”
Jack kissed him suddenly, and he let himself fall into it. They broke apart when the knock at the door came – Rhiannon forgetting her key again – and started getting everything ready for their meal.
As Ianto began to settle down into bed, he pulled Jack’s arm gently across to try and get him to spoon into his back. The Captain laughed, and tugged Ianto onto his side to face him. He moved closer, putting his chin on Ianto’s head and letting him pillow his head on his arm. Ianto tried to turn away again, preferring to have their bodies touching from shoulder to thigh, but Jack stopped him.
“Put your head against me.” He whispered. “I want to feel you breathing against my skin.”
Ianto frowned in the dark, but complied anyway, snuggling in close with his nose touching the soft skin.
For the first time in a long time, they just went to bed and slept.
3:14 AM
ALWYN has entered the conversation
RHIANNON: About time.
ALWYN: Sorry, love. Fell asleep.
ALWYN: How’s it going?
ALWYN: Are you coming home soon?
RHIANNON: No. I don’t ever want to go back to that place. I told you.
ALWYN: We’ll move somewhere new. A fresh start.
RHIANNON: It’s more going back to you I don’t like than the house. Besides, there’s waiting list for the new council houses.
ALWYN: I know a guy who knows a guy. He could move us up it.
RHIANNON: I don’t want to go back to you.
ALWYN: You will come back to me. You always do.
RHIANNON: Not this time. You’re going too far.
ALWYN: You’ve never complained about going all the way before.
RHIANNON: But he’s my baby brother, Alwyn!
RHIANNON: I don’t care what you think of him, he comes first now.
ALWYN: It’s his fault this marriage fell apart. How can you go and live with someone who would let that happen to you?
RHIANNON: Shut up.
ALWYN: OH come on, Rhi! Everything he’s ever done since he was born has been to make you jealous of him. Make everything eat away at you. He was the favourite little boy, you said. Always got the best presents, always got your mother’s attention, always gets everything that you could never have and he rubs it in your face. I’ve listened to you bitching about him for two years! He’s a selfish, manipulative bastard, Rhiannon! Always has to be better than you. And you know what? He probably is better than you. Even if he is a bender.
RHIANNON: Don’t talk about him like that. You talk about him like that and it makes me like him less.
ALWYN: You shouldn’t like him.
RHIANNON: But ... he’s my little brother. Whether I like him or not, I love him. And he always does his best for me, even if I can’t show my appreciation.
ALWYN: It’s his fault we’re falling apart. When he slapped you at that wedding, he was putting the seed of lies in your head. Making you overthink it. Turning you against me so that you couldn’t be happy with me anymore.
RHIANNON: He didn’t! Stop it!
ALWYN: I know you, Rhiannon! Those other girls – they were mistakes, and I hate myself for them – but I didn’t know them. I couldn’t talk to them. I couldn’t love them.
RHIANNON: You don’t love me.
ALWYN: I do love you. And no one will ever love you the way I do.
RHIANNON: What would you do for me?
ALWYN: Anything.
RHIANNON: Find out who Captain Jack Harkness really is.
ALWYN: What??? Is that it?
RHIANNON: Do that. Make sure I know my brother is safe. Then I’ll think about going back to you.
ALWYN: And you will have my children?
RHIANNON: ... If you can actually give me them.
ALWYN: Bitch!
RHIANNON has left the conversation
FIN
oo! Today I went to see my new Asthma doctor, and he was rather attractive so I may have to make another appointment. I managed to impress him with the breathometer thing by blowing 120 more than what I should be able to [all innuendo welcome], which is a good sign because it's coming up to initial audition season. Not that I'll be doing many this year. University *gah*
Oh - and I was a heroine today! This bloke was being all bastardy to this woman who was clearly terrified and and he was grabbing her from behind and shoving his head near her ear and saying awful things to her. So me, being the Saint that I am, went over and smacked him one with my Nica handbag. I told him I hoped his mother was proud and that he could lie there with his face in the gutter until he remembered that when he was a little boy, this isn't what he wanted to grow up to be. I dunno what worried him more: That I reminded him his mother would be so disappointed; or maybe the fact I wasn't scared? I grew up in Rochdale, loves. I went to Oulder Hill. I've had my share of fights.
The lady was grateful, and marched off and left him. The guy who owned the pub nearby said he'd get everything sorted and knew who he was and rang the police too. YAY for citizen's arrest! I had a doctor's appointment so have to give a statement at a later date. Stoopid asthma.
See! Wandering down alleys has it's pros, too!
Oh ... and one more thing:
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG A WEEK TODAY A WEEK TODAY A WEEK TODAY ... LESS THAN A WEEK NOW BECAUSE IT'S PAST NINE O' CLOCK OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG LESS THAN A WEEK LESS THAN A WEEK LESS THAN A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHGHGHAGHAHAHGHAGHHGHAOFJSAFJDOFNHAOFHIOFJHFADSFJIDSHFSHAKJ!
*ahem*
I'm done.
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Date: 2009-06-29 08:23 pm (UTC)Still dislike Rhi. She claims she loves her baby brother but...
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Date: 2009-06-29 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-29 08:55 pm (UTC)and only Jack would want to be a double agent to make things complicated!
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Date: 2009-06-29 09:31 pm (UTC)I'm with you every second of the countdown to next Monday. In fact the only thing keeping me even vaguely sane is the prospect of the Torchwood plays this week. Nice that you managed to voice EXACTLY what I'd been thinking all day, ever since I programmed BBC 1 at 9pm next week....
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Date: 2009-06-29 09:32 pm (UTC)Lol it's rough up here in Rockerdale ain't it?! Think everybody in this town has been in fisty cuffs at some point!
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 09:39 pm (UTC)Anyways, Rhiannon needs to get more than bitchslapped this time. And Jack is gonna kill Alwyn (I hope).
Poor Iantoes
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:19 pm (UTC)*but there's only ONE Ianto Jones*
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Date: 2009-06-30 12:02 am (UTC)Delurking to comment. :-) I agree with everyone else. Still not liking Rhiannon but it does give us background on her outburst. I can't figure out if she's falling for Alwyn's crap or not. If she is, then I feel slightly bad for her.
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:04 pm (UTC)*cuddles him and Jack*
And go you! I have wondered if you were anywhere nearme in the country - I'm over in Bolton, myself. *waves*
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:19 pm (UTC)You're from Bolton?
... stay there please ....
hehe. Just kiddin' :p
I nearly went to Bolton university. Twas a lovely place.
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:22 pm (UTC)It isn't too bad I guess.
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:29 pm (UTC)ALWYN: Bitch!
At least Alwyn's right about something. Grrr!
hehe I can't wait to see the prank war. :D
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Date: 2009-06-29 11:04 pm (UTC)Hooray for you!
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Date: 2009-06-30 12:08 am (UTC)And I love Jack defending Ianto about Gwen's comment on the coffee table.
What is wrong with Rhi?!! Why can't she see that his baby bro is happy?
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Date: 2009-06-30 01:20 am (UTC)THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Also the fic was great but I still want to slap his sister. Seriously where does she get off sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.
See you can tell that I like it because I'm all up in arms.
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Date: 2009-06-30 01:35 am (UTC)I really dislike Rhi and her hubby.
Nicole
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:31 am (UTC)Second...Jack is going to make Rhiannon and her husband disappear for good, right? Please?
I love how Jack talked to her in the kitchen--so *calmly* making her feel about two inches high.
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Date: 2009-06-30 03:20 am (UTC)Yeah...can I smack Rhiannon? Please? I'm trying to like her, I really am, because she's Ianto's sister and Ianto rules the
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Date: 2009-06-30 10:19 am (UTC)But Jaccck! <33
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Date: 2009-06-30 10:51 am (UTC)Is it too bad me wanting to let his sister know about what he can actually do? Let a Weevil attack her so that he could help her and they won't retcon her afterwords! So she can live with her guilt that she's a FUCKING BITCH!!!!
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Date: 2009-06-30 01:34 pm (UTC)can I just say you Rochdale girls are scary haha my mates are rochdalers and I'm scared of them ahh
still loving this series!!!
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Date: 2009-06-30 03:11 pm (UTC)Way to go Hero!
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Date: 2009-07-01 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-12 10:34 pm (UTC)I knew that she was up to something!
^_^
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Date: 2009-07-30 10:20 pm (UTC)ianto and jack will not be happy with big sis when they find out. ianto is proably wishing he was adopted about now.lol
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Date: 2009-09-18 10:29 pm (UTC)