Fic: They come in batches (Gold dust deleted scene for mtgat, J/I/L)

[amand_r]

Title: They come in batches
Author: amand_r
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG, possibly pg-13. I'm bad that this rating stuff.
Wordcount: 2, 129. I might have got carried away.
Author's Notes: this is for mtgat, who commissioned it in the help_haiti auction. She requested a deleted scene from We held gold dust in our hands. This is set

Comments

[amand_r]

For me it was the pancake thing, because honestly, every Brit that I have met or talked to has expressed genuine revulsion or just unknowledgable curiosity about the syrup on the pancakes element. Then I went to my mother in law's, and she's Chinese, but she's been in the states for decades, and she was like, "get the syrup" and my father in law got out a bottle of honey and I thought, "NO NO NO NO UR DOIN IT RONG". That pretty much cemented that things could be wrong in increments, and more importantly, it's inconsequential and something Jack would have never bothered paying attention to in the US, where pancakes are a certain way and a different way in the UK (my Brit friend makes them on pancake day, but they eat them without the syrup). So honestly, I think that Jack works himself up irrationally, and attaches too much to the pancakes to be rational, but also, it's plausible that he would wonder if there was more to it than "open cap, pour syrup." Even though there isn't.

I didn't think that much about it in the process, but it's good to see that my subconscious was looking out for me.

I think if it's a personal gift, then it's like one of those things. He'll buy her something she wants, and it's utilitarian, so he makes it something else to soften the blow of what it is. Because yeah, it's a carry basket for a cripple. I just don't see Jack buying her lingerie or something, you know? The sifter was just a joke and I picked flames beause I hadn't put them on Lisa's basket, but I guess it's taken on its own life. LOL. I fee like David Lynch.