Torchwood IMs: Ianto's, Toshiko's, Gwen and Jack's IMs

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Title: Ianto's, Toshiko's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
Chapter: 10
Characters: Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, a little emo-ey
Rating: 15
Warnings: Implied M.M
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 Tosh kind of talk, Jack needs Ianto and Gwen needs him too. Oh, and Gwen is nosy.




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10 |


01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)





9:35 AM


TOSHIKO has entered the conversation

TOSHIKO: Hi

MR JONES: Hi.

TOSHIKO: I feel a little awkward. About yesterday.

MR JONES: Me too. I wasn’t myself.

TOSHIKO: Me neither.
TOSHIKO: Are we going to talk about it?

MR JONES: No.

TOSHIKO: Any of it?

MR JONES: No.
MR JONES: Forget it. Boardroom, CCTV, water tower, DVD … forget about it. Move on.

TOSHIKO: Okay.


MR JONES has left the conversation


TOSHIKO: But I don’t want to.




10:42 AM

GWEN has entered the conversation

GODDESS GWEN: Hi Ianto!

MR JONES: Hi.

GODDESS GWEN: You’ve been quiet today. Do I have to get you as drunk as yesterday to make you talk again?

MR JONES: GOD NO. I do not want a repeat of yesterday.

GODDESS GWEN: Hangover?

MR JONES: No. Not really. I just ...
MR JONES: I never realized how loose my morals could go.

GODDESS GWEN: What happened?

MR JONES: Nothing. It doesn’t matter.
MR JONES: Have you decided when you want me to come round and fix your IKEA cabinet yet?

GODDESS GWEN: Monday?

MR JONES: Monday I have to clean out Myfanwy, but I think I’ll be done by afternoon?

GODDESS GWEN: So you’ll be free all afternoon and evening?

MR JONES: Unless something comes up :)

GODDESS GWEN: Ohh EXCELLENT!!
GODDESS GWEN: You couldn’t possibly build our new wardrobe and TV stand? And I have a shelf that needs leveling. Rhys tried putting it up, but whatever I put on it just slides off.

MR JONES: Of course I’ll help :)

GODDESS GWEN: :D You’re an angel!

MR JONES: I’m not.

GODDESS GWEN: Ah great. You’re in a sulk? What’s Jack done, emo!Ianto?

MR JONES: Nothing.
MR JONES: I might need an extra pair of hands to help with the wardrobe.

GODDESS GWEN: Rhys should be in. Monday he’s usually off.

MR JONES: Oh okay.

GODDESS GWEN: What?

MR JONES: Don’t really know him, is all.

GODDESS GWEN: Get to know him over a wardrobe. You are NOT taking Jack. I know what you two are like, even when you’re not on speaking terms you manage to end up shagging. And you are not doing it in my bed!

MR JONES: Ok.

GODDESS GWEN: Ianto Jones, you tell me what’s troubling you NOW. I’ve been starting sentences with connectives, I’ve chided your relationship with Jack and I’ve roped you into doing hot, sweaty things. What’s going on?

MR JONES: You don’t want to know.

GODDESS GWEN: Is it Jack?

MR JONES: Why are you desperate for me to be pissed about Jack?

GODDESS GWEN: I’m not! I’m trying to get you to talk.

MR JONES: Jack isn’t the only one who affects my mood, y’know.

GODDESS GWEN: Alright! Alright! What is it?

MR JONES: You have to promise, swear, on Rhys’ life you will never tell another living soul. Not even Jack.


JACK has entered the conversation


JACK: Hey

MR JONES: Your timing is off.

JACK: What?

MR JONES: I was about to spill some secrets but you signed in :P


GWEN has changed their status to Away


JACK: Soooooooo
JACK: How’s Tosh? I noticed she can walk properly again ;^)

MR JONES: mmm

JACK: So … how was it? May I add, what inspired you to do it? Why wasn’t I invited?

MR JONES: It was lovely. I was cramped, my knees hurt and all I could think was “Oh my God Tosh has actually gone for this!” every two minutes.

JACK: It’s a whole new side of her … personally I love it.

MR JONES: I don’t know if I want to see Tosh as a sex object.

JACK: You loved it. I saw how hard you were. When you screwed me afterwards, you wanted her to be there.

MR JONES: Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.

JACK: When do you think Tosh will ask for … more?



MR JONES: It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to do it.

JACK: What’s wrong?

MR JONES: That wasn’t me yesterday. I was still drunk. I would never have done that.

JACK: Oh. I’m sorry.

MR JONES: I think I’m done for today. I’m going to go home.

JACK: I think you should come to my office first. I think we need to talk.

MR JONES: The only real talking we do is on here when we can’t see each other. If I go to your office now, we won’t be talking.

JACK: I need to talk to you about Flat Holm. Gwen’s bringing Nikki to see Jonah.

MR JONES: I already organized a boat.

JACK: Why did you tell her? About Flat Holm?

MR JONES: She needed to learn that you do know best sometimes. No is no. Leave it means leave it.

JACK: You didn’t see her face when she realized.

MR JONES: Was it similar to mine?

JACK: I think I’m done for the day, too. Come to my office, Ianto.

MR JONES: I don’t have the energy.

JACK: I just need to hold you. It’s been hard today.

MR JONES: … despite what mammy told you, a hug doesn’t make everything better.

JACK: Don’t be snarky, Ianto. I’m sorry.
JACK: I don’t want a hug. I want to hold you. It’s been too long since we just lay on my bed together and held each other until we fell asleep.

MR JONES: I’ll switch off my workstation and come down.

JACK: Thanks J

MR JONES: Oh … and Jack?

JACK: Yes?

MR JONES: Should I bwing ewe a teddy bear, diddums?


MR JONES has left the conversation

GWEN has changed their status to Online


GODDESS GWEN: Awwwwww you two are too cute!

JACK: I thought you went offline! :o

GODDESS GWEN: No, I just changed my status to Away.

JACK: I realize that now.

GODDESS GWEN: What happened yesterday? What did you try and make Ianto do? What DID Ianto do?

JACK: You have to swear on Rhys’ life you won’t tell anyone. Even Ianto.

GODDESS GWEN: I swear.

JACK: God, you’re too nosy for your own good.
JACK: ... but anyway ...
JACK: Are you sitting down?

GODDESS GWEN: Yes.

JACK: He fisted Tosh under the boardroom table during my UNIT video conference yesterday.

GODDESS GWEN: OMG! Aren’t you livid????

JACK: Are you KIDDING? It was my idea! ... sort of.

GODDESS GWEN: Oh. What do you mean, “sort of”?
GODDESS GWEN: Why does Tosh get all the attention?

JACK: You’re married and Owen karked it.

GODDESS GWEN: Karked it?

JACK: Passed away. Moved on. Crossed over. Jumped off a cliff wearing inflatable shoes and popped his clogs. Dead. Deaded. Karked it.
JACK: Comprendez?

GODDESS GWEN: I understand now.

JACK: I have to go now …
JACK: Oh, by the way … if you want to borrow Ianto, for anything - just ask ;)

GODDESS GWEN: I’ll pretend to keep that in mind.


JACK has left the conversation





5:03 AM

JACK has entered the conversation


JACK: Ianto?

MR JONES: “Oh, by the way … if you want to borrow Ianto, for anything - just ask ;)”
MR JONES: You don’t own me Jack!

JACK: It was a joke!

MR JONES: *hmph*

JACK: Anyway, weren’t you supposed to be getting some sleep?

MR JONES: Yeah, but I remembered something I had to do.

JACK: It couldn’t have waited ‘til morning?

MR JONES: It’s not work related.
MR JONES: Remember when we went to the zoo and I ended up getting turned invisible?

JACK: haha! The thought of you running round the hub naked, even invisible, isn’t one I’m likely to forget :-P

MR JONES: Well, before that, you joked about wanting to meet my family.

JACK: I don’t remember.

MR JONES: Doesn’t matter.
MR JONES: Do you want to meet my mam?

JACK: I’m not good with mothers.

MR JONES: Oh okay. I understand.

JACK: No really! I’m not good with mothers! I end up saying silly things and getting myself in trouble. Then you’ll get the “So … are you sure you want to be with someone like that ?” and then you’ll defend me, and then I’ll sink further into the murky quagmire that is meeting the in-laws by not living up to your defence.

MR JONES: My mam would love you. Just be yourself.
MR JONES: Actually, don’t be yourself. Be yourself, but a different version of yourself … like one that wouldn’t jump into bed with my mam on the basis she’s breathing and available. ;-)

JACK: I didn’t know your mam was available!

MR JONES: After my dad died there’s been no-one as far as I know. That’s why she went to Australia after Rhiannon got married.
MR JONES: Anyway, do you want me to tell her about you?

JACK: Yes.

MR JONES: Erm … what should I tell her you are?

JACK: Ex-RAF Captain, transferred to Cardiff Special Ops, which is a section of the government so I can’t discuss my work with anyone.

MR JONES: I know that bit. I meant what should I tell her you are … to me?

JACK: I suppose … boyfriend?

MR JONES: It’s been a while since you were a boy, Jack :^P

JACK: Cheek!
JACK: I think we’re more like partners. Working together, looking after each other.

MR JONES: Yeah. Partner. I like that :^)

JACK: Me too.

MR JONES: I need to go to bed. I’ve got a hard day tomorrow putting up wardrobes at Gwen’s house with Rhys.

JACK: Oooh now there’s a mental image ;^)

MR JONES: Stop it you. There’s going to be no more additional people in our sex life, I’ve decided.

JACK: *pouts* even after your boardroom fun with Tosh?
JACK: Actually, you never gave me the full saucy details of that.
JACK: … and was it a cufflink I spied in her mouth?

MR JONES: *wicked smile* You’ll never know.
MR JONES: Nighty nighty … partner : )


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