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a_silver_storyTitle: Ianto and Rhys, with a Text From Jack
Chapter: 73
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams
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a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cuteness. Wayyyy too much cuteness.
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: Can't be bothered summarising.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
73 |
MR JONES has entered the conversation
RHYS: Heyyy. You all growded up now?
MR JONES: Shurrup. :p
RHYS: NEVER! Muahahaha!
RHYS: You were cute though :p
MR JONES: I’m always cute ^_^
RHYS: Especially in a Tigger baby-grow
MR JONES: ¬_¬ I don’t know if I can forgive them for doing that to me ...
RHYS: How are things with Jack?
MR JONES: Fine :)
RHYS: You sorted everything out?
MR JONES: Mostly. We got ... interrupted ...
RHYS: .... dare I ask?
MR JONES: My sister stood for too long on the paving slab on the Plass, the sensors picked up my DNA and brought her down ... you don’t wanna know what we were doing ...
RHYS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
MR JONES: Shut upppp. At least it wasn’t Gwen this time – gotta deviate from the norm sometimes ;)
RHYS: Gwen’s walked in on you and Jack?
MR JONES: A few times ...
MR JONES: Don’t worry, every time Jack offered her a chance to join in she turned him down.
MR JONES: ... though hide and seek can sometimes be more interesting with more than two players ...
RHYS: Hide and Seek?
MR JONES: Erm. Yeah. Don’t ask.
MR JONES: In other news: I got shot!
RHYS: Whaaaat? I thought you’d just crashed the SUV???
MR JONES: We were tailing a UFO, they shot on us, got my arm. Spread poison through my circulatory system and my arteries and veins started turning black :(
MR JONES: It was awful.
MR JONES: I looked like a kitchen counter gone wrong.
RHYS: Jesus!
RHYS: You’re okay now, though?
MR JONES: Jack recognised the weapon and got me sorted in no time. And he washed all the mugs.
MR JONES: And! ... I felt confident enough to leave him to give Rhiannon a lift home without worrying he might try and murder her.
RHYS: How much did you tell her? About Torchwood and that?
MR JONES: Pretty much everything. I didn’t tell her how often I got out on field missions though. Convinced her I’m mainly behind a desk.
RHYS: Aren’t you going to Retcon her?
MR JONES: Did we retcon you?
RHYS: Good. I think she needs to know, for her own peace of mind as well as yours.
RHYS: ... does Jack agree with the decision?
MR JONES: Not entirely. I was a little wary of letting him give her a lift home, but I texted her this morning and she remembers – for now at least.
RHYS: :)
RHYS: How did she ... take it all?
MR JONES: Errrr ... a lot of sitting still in rigid shock ... then there was the denial ... then we introduced her to Janet ... then Myfanwy ... and then we all nearly got killed giving her a lift home when Jack and I forgot she was in the back and went chasing after illegal ‘immigrants’, let’s say.
RHYS: Ain’t nice being shot, is it?
MR JONES: I’d rather have Gwen ranting at me about ‘Team Dynamic’ than get shot again ;)
RHYS: Oh god no – I’d rather get shot ;p
MR JONES: hehehehe. She’ll get youuuuuu if she finds out!!
RHYS: How is your wound doing?
MR JONES: Still a bit bleedy. The wound can’t clot properly because of whatever’s in my drip, but Jack’s keeping an eye on everything.
RHYS: Does it still hurt?
MR JONES: Like Jack’s cooking.
RHYS: Ouch.
MR JONES: He read that over my shoulder and gave me a slap on the back of my head :(
RHYS: Tut tut further injuring his poor lickle wounded soldier
MR JONES: Yeahhhhh :’(
MR JONES: I may have to release a couple of those spidery-mouse things into his office. Add it to the “You’ve Been Framed!” CCTV collection ...
MR JONES: *sigh* I do love it when he stands on his chair and squeals like a girl ...
RHYS: Jack never squeals like a girl!
MR JONES: Ohhhh he does!
MR JONES: Like a 13 year old girl who’s just found out Johnny Depp’s 46.
RHYS: He’s neverrrrrrrr! Nooo wayyyyyyyyyy! He looks younger than I do!
MR JONES: I know. Selfish bastard :P
RHYS: So ... you like your Captains called ‘Jack’ then?
MR JONES: Yep indeedy. And it doesn’t matter who I’m thinking of in bed ... they’re both called Jack so the real Captain won’t know any different ... muahahahaha
RHYS: Ommmmm
RHYS: And he can’t pull the same trick with you, Mr. Ianto.
MR JONES: *rubs hands in glee* nope!
MR JONES: Just
MR JONES: Get
MR JONES: That
MR JONES: Message
MR JONES: Off
MR JONES: The
MR JONES: Front
MR JONES: Page
MR JONES: Before
MR JONES: Jack
MR JONES: Sees
MR JONES: And
MR JONES: Throws
MR JONES: A
MR JONES: Tantrum
MR JONES: Like
MR JONES: A
MR JONES: Two
MR JONES: Year
MR JONES: Old
RHYS: Stop it, or I’ll shoot you again myself ...
MR JONES: *pouts*
RHYS: Baby :p
RHYS: Ohh yeah I meant to ask ... have you noticed any ... side effects from being ... babycised?
MR JONES: Y’know, I have actually. Like ... holding my arms out when I want attention. And pouting and scowling overly much. And clapping my hands – which hurts like a bitch when I pull on my drip – and then there’s the shudders up my arm that go to my wound and that stings too :(
RHYS: Aww. Do you remember being a baby?
MR JONES: Yep.
RHYS: Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
RHYS: Y’know .... if Jack was ever to misbehave, or start acting like a jealous little brat again ....
MR JONES: Are you suggesting I turn him into a baby?
RHYS: Think about it: he won’t be able to talk or bark out orders or stomp around in a huff. He’ll have to do what you want him to :p
MR JONES: That is brilliantly twisted. But I don’t think I could handle looking after a baby Jack for 2 days. It’s hard enough with Old Wizened Jack.
RHYS: Hehehehehehe. Only joking anyways ;)
MR JONES: You weren’t. Gwen just wants more pictures to put on her FaceBook of babies dressed as garden pests.
MR JONES: What if I turned Gwen into a baby? Who’d be stuck looking after her then?
RHYS: Aww I’d look after her!
MR JONES: Only if you promise to force her into the Tigger pyjamas.
RHYS: That one goes without saying. I saw those photos. They were adorable. I bet your mam was proud!
MR JONES: Hahahahaha! There’s a reason why she didn’t have any more kids after me! She said that if she’d have had me first, she’d never have had Rhiannon.
RHYS: Awww. Now there was me thinking you were the good apple ...
MR JONES: Not when we were little. Rhiannon was all sunshine and smiles. I .... wasn’t ...
RHYS: You’re hardly sunshine and smiles now – more a bland day with an occasional stroke of lightning :p
MR JONES: Aww. Don’t I get a rainbow?
RHYS: I’ll let you have a rainbow this once, because you’re being very brave with the hurt on your armie. ;)
MR JONES: *sniff* Fank ‘oo.
RHYS: :P
RHYS: Anyways, I must be going. The wonderful wife of mine is cooking tonight, and I must make my presence felt at the table ...
MR JONES: Awwww. What did she cook?
RHYS: Chicken in mushroom sauce, I think.
MR JONES: *groans* gahhhhh. I think I might persuade Jack to take me out.
RHYS: If he says ‘No’ you could always turn him into a baby – or threaten to at any rate :P
MR JONES: Haha. Or shove a spidery-mouse under his nose. Hmmmm decisions, decisions ...
RHYS: Hehe. Bye bye x
MR JONES: *gasp* Do I not get a non-homosexual-but-quite-intimate huggle?
RHYS: Ohhh alright. But only a quickie. The wife’s expecting me ;)
RHYS: *non-homosexual-but-quite-intimate-huggles*
MR JONES: *non-homosexual-but-quite-intimate-huggles back*
RHYS: You get some rest and make sure you’re all better now xx
MR JONES: Yes dear xx
RHYS has left the conversation
~*~*~*~*~
Text Message Received
From: Jack :)
To: Ianto
>>>Get off the computer and rest. Need you safe. Love you.
>>>From Jack xxxx
FIN
Thanks to all of you who helped cheer me up!
I <3 My Readers/Minions
Hope this chapter it to your liking ... post-CoE fics that don't end quite so happily as mine make Silver depressded :(
As a thankyou, Jack's first proper "I Love You" is dedicated toiantos_first torchyj naddypants wit_worry_what lolafalola rosy5000 goddess_ophelia and zsazsa4168
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Chapter: 73
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cuteness. Wayyyy too much cuteness.
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: Can't be bothered summarising.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
73 |
MR JONES has entered the conversation
RHYS: Heyyy. You all growded up now?
MR JONES: Shurrup. :p
RHYS: NEVER! Muahahaha!
RHYS: You were cute though :p
MR JONES: I’m always cute ^_^
RHYS: Especially in a Tigger baby-grow
MR JONES: ¬_¬ I don’t know if I can forgive them for doing that to me ...
RHYS: How are things with Jack?
MR JONES: Fine :)
RHYS: You sorted everything out?
MR JONES: Mostly. We got ... interrupted ...
RHYS: .... dare I ask?
MR JONES: My sister stood for too long on the paving slab on the Plass, the sensors picked up my DNA and brought her down ... you don’t wanna know what we were doing ...
RHYS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
MR JONES: Shut upppp. At least it wasn’t Gwen this time – gotta deviate from the norm sometimes ;)
RHYS: Gwen’s walked in on you and Jack?
MR JONES: A few times ...
MR JONES: Don’t worry, every time Jack offered her a chance to join in she turned him down.
MR JONES: ... though hide and seek can sometimes be more interesting with more than two players ...
RHYS: Hide and Seek?
MR JONES: Erm. Yeah. Don’t ask.
MR JONES: In other news: I got shot!
RHYS: Whaaaat? I thought you’d just crashed the SUV???
MR JONES: We were tailing a UFO, they shot on us, got my arm. Spread poison through my circulatory system and my arteries and veins started turning black :(
MR JONES: It was awful.
MR JONES: I looked like a kitchen counter gone wrong.
RHYS: Jesus!
RHYS: You’re okay now, though?
MR JONES: Jack recognised the weapon and got me sorted in no time. And he washed all the mugs.
MR JONES: And! ... I felt confident enough to leave him to give Rhiannon a lift home without worrying he might try and murder her.
RHYS: How much did you tell her? About Torchwood and that?
MR JONES: Pretty much everything. I didn’t tell her how often I got out on field missions though. Convinced her I’m mainly behind a desk.
RHYS: Aren’t you going to Retcon her?
MR JONES: Did we retcon you?
RHYS: Good. I think she needs to know, for her own peace of mind as well as yours.
RHYS: ... does Jack agree with the decision?
MR JONES: Not entirely. I was a little wary of letting him give her a lift home, but I texted her this morning and she remembers – for now at least.
RHYS: :)
RHYS: How did she ... take it all?
MR JONES: Errrr ... a lot of sitting still in rigid shock ... then there was the denial ... then we introduced her to Janet ... then Myfanwy ... and then we all nearly got killed giving her a lift home when Jack and I forgot she was in the back and went chasing after illegal ‘immigrants’, let’s say.
RHYS: Ain’t nice being shot, is it?
MR JONES: I’d rather have Gwen ranting at me about ‘Team Dynamic’ than get shot again ;)
RHYS: Oh god no – I’d rather get shot ;p
MR JONES: hehehehe. She’ll get youuuuuu if she finds out!!
RHYS: How is your wound doing?
MR JONES: Still a bit bleedy. The wound can’t clot properly because of whatever’s in my drip, but Jack’s keeping an eye on everything.
RHYS: Does it still hurt?
MR JONES: Like Jack’s cooking.
RHYS: Ouch.
MR JONES: He read that over my shoulder and gave me a slap on the back of my head :(
RHYS: Tut tut further injuring his poor lickle wounded soldier
MR JONES: Yeahhhhh :’(
MR JONES: I may have to release a couple of those spidery-mouse things into his office. Add it to the “You’ve Been Framed!” CCTV collection ...
MR JONES: *sigh* I do love it when he stands on his chair and squeals like a girl ...
RHYS: Jack never squeals like a girl!
MR JONES: Ohhhh he does!
MR JONES: Like a 13 year old girl who’s just found out Johnny Depp’s 46.
RHYS: He’s neverrrrrrrr! Nooo wayyyyyyyyyy! He looks younger than I do!
MR JONES: I know. Selfish bastard :P
RHYS: So ... you like your Captains called ‘Jack’ then?
MR JONES: Yep indeedy. And it doesn’t matter who I’m thinking of in bed ... they’re both called Jack so the real Captain won’t know any different ... muahahahaha
RHYS: Ommmmm
RHYS: And he can’t pull the same trick with you, Mr. Ianto.
MR JONES: *rubs hands in glee* nope!
MR JONES: Just
MR JONES: Get
MR JONES: That
MR JONES: Message
MR JONES: Off
MR JONES: The
MR JONES: Front
MR JONES: Page
MR JONES: Before
MR JONES: Jack
MR JONES: Sees
MR JONES: And
MR JONES: Throws
MR JONES: A
MR JONES: Tantrum
MR JONES: Like
MR JONES: A
MR JONES: Two
MR JONES: Year
MR JONES: Old
RHYS: Stop it, or I’ll shoot you again myself ...
MR JONES: *pouts*
RHYS: Baby :p
RHYS: Ohh yeah I meant to ask ... have you noticed any ... side effects from being ... babycised?
MR JONES: Y’know, I have actually. Like ... holding my arms out when I want attention. And pouting and scowling overly much. And clapping my hands – which hurts like a bitch when I pull on my drip – and then there’s the shudders up my arm that go to my wound and that stings too :(
RHYS: Aww. Do you remember being a baby?
MR JONES: Yep.
RHYS: Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
RHYS: Y’know .... if Jack was ever to misbehave, or start acting like a jealous little brat again ....
MR JONES: Are you suggesting I turn him into a baby?
RHYS: Think about it: he won’t be able to talk or bark out orders or stomp around in a huff. He’ll have to do what you want him to :p
MR JONES: That is brilliantly twisted. But I don’t think I could handle looking after a baby Jack for 2 days. It’s hard enough with Old Wizened Jack.
RHYS: Hehehehehehe. Only joking anyways ;)
MR JONES: You weren’t. Gwen just wants more pictures to put on her FaceBook of babies dressed as garden pests.
MR JONES: What if I turned Gwen into a baby? Who’d be stuck looking after her then?
RHYS: Aww I’d look after her!
MR JONES: Only if you promise to force her into the Tigger pyjamas.
RHYS: That one goes without saying. I saw those photos. They were adorable. I bet your mam was proud!
MR JONES: Hahahahaha! There’s a reason why she didn’t have any more kids after me! She said that if she’d have had me first, she’d never have had Rhiannon.
RHYS: Awww. Now there was me thinking you were the good apple ...
MR JONES: Not when we were little. Rhiannon was all sunshine and smiles. I .... wasn’t ...
RHYS: You’re hardly sunshine and smiles now – more a bland day with an occasional stroke of lightning :p
MR JONES: Aww. Don’t I get a rainbow?
RHYS: I’ll let you have a rainbow this once, because you’re being very brave with the hurt on your armie. ;)
MR JONES: *sniff* Fank ‘oo.
RHYS: :P
RHYS: Anyways, I must be going. The wonderful wife of mine is cooking tonight, and I must make my presence felt at the table ...
MR JONES: Awwww. What did she cook?
RHYS: Chicken in mushroom sauce, I think.
MR JONES: *groans* gahhhhh. I think I might persuade Jack to take me out.
RHYS: If he says ‘No’ you could always turn him into a baby – or threaten to at any rate :P
MR JONES: Haha. Or shove a spidery-mouse under his nose. Hmmmm decisions, decisions ...
RHYS: Hehe. Bye bye x
MR JONES: *gasp* Do I not get a non-homosexual-but-quite-intimate huggle?
RHYS: Ohhh alright. But only a quickie. The wife’s expecting me ;)
RHYS: *non-homosexual-but-quite-intimate-huggles*
MR JONES: *non-homosexual-but-quite-intimate-huggles back*
RHYS: You get some rest and make sure you’re all better now xx
MR JONES: Yes dear xx
RHYS has left the conversation
Text Message Received
From: Jack :)
To: Ianto
>>>Get off the computer and rest. Need you safe. Love you.
>>>From Jack xxxx
FIN
Thanks to all of you who helped cheer me up!
I <3 My Readers/Minions
Hope this chapter it to your liking ... post-CoE fics that don't end quite so happily as mine make Silver depressded :(
As a thankyou, Jack's first proper "I Love You" is dedicated to
iantos_first torchyj naddypants wit_worry_what lolafalola rosy5000 goddess_ophelia and zsazsa4168
