a_silver_story | Torchwood IMs: Clear Head

Title: Clear Head.
Chapter: 68
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson
Author:

a_silver_story
Genre Humour. smut
Rating: R
Warnings: M.M implied, cuss
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: Ianto and Rhiannon find some common ground. Ish. Sibling rivalry is an almost inexhaustible area for exploration ...

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RHIANNON has entered the conversation

MR JONES: Hiya

RHIANNON: Hey.

MR JONES: What you up to?

RHIANNON: Nothing much. U?

MR JONES: Nowt, really.

RHIANNON: Shouldn’t you be at work?

MR JONES: Got the day off.

RHIANNON: What for?

MR JONES: Doesn’t matter. Just having a lazy day.

RHIANNON: You spoke to mam recently?

MR JONES: Nope. Never seem to be able to catch her online. :(

RHIANNON: Apparently she’s been chatting to your Jack.

MR JONES: Yeah. I heard about that. I’m guessing she told you what they talked about?

RHIANNON: She didn’t actually. She just said they ‘chit-chatted’. Do you know what they spoke about?

MR JONES: Me and my apparently ‘bad’ drinking habits.

RHIANNON: Well you did pass out on my living room floor. I have to admit, I was a bit worried myself. Why didn’t you get the policeman to take you to your flat?

MR JONES: ... I don’t know what you’re talking about ...

RHIANNON: Monday night. You got so drunk the police brought you and your friend Rhys to my doorstep. You passed out on the living room floor, Jack turned up out of nowhere and took you home. Left your mate here though.

MR JONES: I vaguely remember. I think ... I think I woke up and I remember talking to Rhys about something the morning after ... he got lost around your estate. But ... police? I don't remember that.

RHIANNON: There you go then. Bad drinking :)

MR JONES: You’re agreeing with Jack?

RHIANNON: When it’s in your best interests.

MR JONES: Okay ... who are you and what have you done with my sister?

RHIANNON: LOL. It doesn’t matter if I agree with Jack. I got your text last night :)

MR JONES: ... what text ...?

RHIANNON: The one about you finally seeing sense about Jack Harkness! Did you get drunk again?

MR JONES: I didn’t drink that much! I don’t remember sending a text.
MR JONES: And I was hot-headed last night. I probably didn’t mean whatever it said.

RHIANNON:: “I split with Jack. Sorry. He doesn’t love me. Ianto x”

MR JONES: Oh.
MR JONES: I was a bit distraught. I don’t know if that’s my final decision yet.

RHIANNON: Do you want to meet up at lunch and talk about it?

MR JONES: Today?

RHIANNON: Yeah. We can spend time together without arguing.

MR JONES: Can’t guarantee that ;)

RHIANNON: :)
RHIANNON: Are you okay, though? Like ... generally.

MR JONES: Stressed and a bit hungover. Still a bit fragile from last night. Distressed.

RHIANNON: Don’t worry. You’ll feel better soon. You could find yourself a rebound ^_^

MR JONES: I’m alright, thanks.

RHIANNON: I could invite Fflur ...

MR JONES: Oh gawwwwwwd not this again ...

RHIANNON: You’re perfect for each other! You know you like her ;)

MR JONES: I haven’t officially split up with Jack. I don’t know if I’m going to. I just kicked him out after a row is all.

RHIANNON: Sorry.
RHIANNON: What did you two argue about?

MR JONES: We want different things, and I needed Jack to see why I wanted something different. But of course ... he can’t see the flaws in himself. Not when it comes to relationships.

RHIANNON: *hugs*

MR JONES: *hugs back* I’m sorry for all the crap over the last few months.

RHIANNON: Me too. But you’re gonna be okay, lil bro x

MR JONES: :) Soon?

RHIANNON: I’ll even buy you a cornetto :)

MR JONES: What flavour?

RHIANNON: Strawberry

MR JONES: I’d rather have mint. Strawberry is Jack’s favourite flavour.

RHIANNON: That’s the kind of thinking that makes it impossible to move on from a break-up.

MR JONES: Oi! I told you we haven’t officially broken up!

RHIANNON: If you want different things, what’s the point in staying together?

MR JONES: Well ... I kind of didn’t give him chance to speak last night. I more than spoke for him. I need to avoid him for a bit longer, get my head sorted and let him get his straight, then we can talk this through properly.
MR JONES: BRB someone’s at the door.

RHIANNON: Kk. x

MR JONES: *sigh* Jack sent me flowers and chocolate. And really BAD poetry.

RHIANNON: LOL. What does it say?

MR JONES: “Think of a bee; you are its knees; would you like to come outside and talk to me please?”

RHIANNON: At least it rhymes, even if there is no standard rhythm.

MR JONES: I think Jack believes its best to leave iambs and pentameters to Shakespeare.

RHIANNON: Is he outside?

MR JONES: I’ll have a look.
MR. JONES: Yep. He’s in the car park leaning on his SUV. He thinks he looks cool, but secretly me and you know he’s desperate ;)
MR JONES: At least we know he’s not monitoring this conversation ...

RHIANNON: LOL
RHIANNON: How does he do that, anyway?

MR JONES: Government software. He cheats.

RHIANNON: Glad to note my taxpayers’ money has gone to good use ¬_¬

MR JONES: heheheeee.
MR JONES: It’s usually put to good use. Jack just hijacks it every now and then.

RHIANNON: To take over every angle of your life?

MR JONES: No! He’s not like that.

RHIANNON: Sorry.
RHIANNON: ... what else do you know about his Government job thing?

MR JONES: Nothing I’d tell you :P

RHIANNON: So you do know something!! I knew it!
RHIANNON: Can you tell me ... what’s Torchwood? I know it’s the department that Jack is in charge of, but I’ve heard so many different things. And that woman on the Dark Talk radio show seems to think they might be dangerous.

MR JONES: You listen to Dark Talk? GEDDAWAY!

RHIANNON: It’s the best place to hear about Torchwood goings on.

MR JONES: Have you been stalking Jack?

RHIANNON: No. But I think I considered it ...

MR JONES: RHI!!!

RHIANNON: He’s dangerous, Ianto!

MR JONES: I’m not arguing with you over this.
MR JONES: How’s mam, anyway?

RHIANNON: Worried sick about you. Apparently she’s under the impression you’re on a ‘downward spiral’.

MR JONES: Mmm. I suppose I kind of see that now.

RHIANNON: So you are ... like ... going down?

MR JONES: I’m just frustrated.

RHIANNON: About Jack?

MR JONES: About you and Jack. The fact you go out of your way to try and make it difficult for us, and the fact that Jack’s ... well, he’s Jack.

RHIANNON: Is he still outside?

MR JONES: Hang on ...
MR JONES: Yep.
MR JONES: Maybe I should go and talk to him. These choccies were from Thorntons’ after all ...

RHIANNON: Save some for me!

MR JONES: We doing lunch then?

RHIANNON: If you can get out of your building without being accosted by your clingy ex.

MR JONES: He’s not my ex. Not yet anyways.

RHIANNON: So why haven’t you made up already?

MR JONES: I told you! I’m giving him some breathing space and me some breathing space. Think things over, decide what we want, what we need to say and then discuss it.

RHIANNON: Never works as well in practice as it does in theory.

MR JONES: Yeah. Maybe.

RHIANNON: Ianto ... I’ve been meaning to tell you something ...

MR JONES: What?

RHIANNON: I found out, only a couple of days ago ... Alwyn – with one of the other girls he went with – has two kids.

MR JONES: O_o wtf?

RHIANNON: That’s what I said when an angry woman knocked on my door asking why her payments had stopped.

MR JONES: So you were step mum and you never knew?

RHIANNON: Never.
RHIANNON: I hate him
RHIANNON: All these debts he’s saddled me with, all this shit. I’m never going to get off the estate now.

MR JONES: You’ve got your a-levels. Do a part-time degree course :)

RHIANNON: I’m not smart enough.

MR JONES: You are! And you’ll never know until you try x

RHIANNON: Oo! You don’t know of any jobs, do ya?

MR JONES: Nope. Not unless you’re an expert on advanced computer systems or a fully qualified doctor. ¬_¬

RHIANNON: Damn. I could fluke the doctor lark! Hip bone’s connected to the back bone ...

MR JONES: Back bone’s connected to the ... neck bone

RHIANNON: Do they say head bone or skull next?

MR JONES: Can’t remember. You started in the wrong place, anyways. You begin with the toes.

RHIANNON: Did I fail my “fluke the doctor lark” exam?

MR JONES: I think you got an “Unmarkable”.

RHIANNON: Haha!
RHIANNON: Captain Harkness still outside?

MR JONES: One sec.
MR JONES: Yep. Sitting on the bonnet.
MR JONES: Hang on! Sitting on the bonnet!
MR JONES: Grrrrr he knows that pisses me off. I spend ages polishing that car!

RHIANNON: ... why would you polish the Torchwood SUV?

MR JONES: Because I’m picky. And I gets extwa pocket munnies. *_o

RHIANNON: Big baby :p

MR JONES: If he’s streaked the bonnet, I’ll kill him. Verrrrrrry slowly.

RHIANNON: Lol!

MR JONES: Sorry! We went off subject. Tell me more about your step-kids!

RHIANNON: Well, I can’t afford child benefit payments, so to ease the cost this woman’s expecting me to look after her kids on alternate weeks!

MR JONES: Is that even legal?

RHIANNON: I don’t know. She spouted some stuff about step-parent duties and whatnot.

MR JONES: Have you even met the kids yet?

RHIANNON: She brought them with her! I bet they were a guilt trip. Little girl called Mica. She’s gorgeous and seven. Boy called David who’s eleven, just. He’s a bugger. I can tell.

MR JONES: I bet she can’t force you to look after them. Alwyn maybe, but you didn’t even know they existed! And you’re a step-parent! I don’t see her logic. Then again ... if she can’t afford to keep them ...

RHIANNON: Neither can I! They’ll expect games consoles and pizza and cinema. I can’t afford that for myself, never mind two hungry children.

MR JONES: Damn.

RHIANNON: Anyways, I’ll talk to you later. I’ve really got to get a move on.

MR JONES: Kay kay x

RHIANNON: See you in town. I’ll text you where to meet me x

MR JONES: Okie dokies. Seeeee ya x

RHIANNON has left the conversation

FIN

Gah. Another part, because I can't sleep :(

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N/B: The bad poetry was adapted from Dylan Moran's Bernard Black.

N/N/B: Dark talk is from the Torchwood Game. (if anything proves how important Ianto is to Torchwood, it's that game!)

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