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Mainly as proof of life, a fragment from a fic that will hopefully someday in the far-off future be finished:
It was a smaller, more haphazard party than any she'd ever been to, Martha thought, as she headed toward the stairs, but even with few decorations, homemade alcohol, and music exclusively from the 70's and 80's, she had truly had a rather excellent time. No small feat, considering the world was in the hands of a madman and death reigned all around. Of course, it was Georgia; they'd probably had quite a bit of practice at "small-scale brewing".
Sometimes she could swear they'd seen this coming.
"Excuse me," came a voice from behind her. She turned; it was the marginally more attractive man from that group of Jack's. Jones, something Jones. Ianto.
"Yeah?" she said.
"I realize this might be a bit forward," he began, and her heart sank. She hated fending off advances. "But it's been a very long and trying few months, and there's something I really need to ask you, for the sake of my peace of mind, if nothing else. And what do we really have to lose, anymore?"
"Uh," she said, smiling awkwardly, "Ianto, really--"
"So, have you shagged Jack?"
Her mouth dropped open as her train of thought quietly derailed. Whatever it was, it wasn't a joke; his eyes were deadly serious. "Er, what?"
"Have you shagged Jack," he repeated, obviously a bit uncomfortable, but insistent.
"I..." She blinked, several times. "We... only knew each other a couple of days."
Ianto stared at her, expectant.
"...What could we have done in a couple of days?"
"You haven't known him long, then, have you?" Ianto said, all the tension going out of his shoulders at once.
"...What?"
"Well, that's all right, then. Sorry to bother you. Have a nice night." He started to walk off, an actual spring in his step, but suddenly turned back. "What about that skinny whore, do you know?"
"I-- what?"
"That... that Doctor fellow. What about him?"
"What? You mean--" She shook her head, thinking that something was clearly very wrong with this conversation, and she wasn't inclined to think it was her. "Are you asking if he's shagged Jack?"
"Just if you happen to know."
"I... I mean, they knew each other, an' they were sort of flirting, but Jack was sort of flirting with, you know, everyone, an' possibly everything, an' the Doctor's... He's pretty hung up on this blonde tart. Named Rose. So I don't think..."
"All right, then. Thanks again." Ianto nodded respectfully and ducked out.
Martha stared after him, wondering if she'd had too much moonshine to understand that conversation, or too little.
"'Torch-wood'," she muttered, and headed up the stairs, shaking her head all the way.
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It'll take me ages to get it all down, given where I actually am at the moment (several months before this scene), but I do already know all that happens. I feel a duty to explain Owen/Toshiko, for example, despite how little I support it, and I already know how... Better than the show ever did them, at any rate. If I'm doing anything even vaguely Owen/Toshiko, I'm doing it right, damn it. I'm giving her a reason to pine after him despite no encouragement and active discouragement for weeks and months. That half-arsed "motivation" we got from the show don't play around here, no no. Lazy sods.
I'd stuff in other news and things, but I've already accidentally posted this, so... probably best to actually get some content in the accidental post as quickly as possible, yeah? ^^
It was a smaller, more haphazard party than any she'd ever been to, Martha thought, as she headed toward the stairs, but even with few decorations, homemade alcohol, and music exclusively from the 70's and 80's, she had truly had a rather excellent time. No small feat, considering the world was in the hands of a madman and death reigned all around. Of course, it was Georgia; they'd probably had quite a bit of practice at "small-scale brewing".
Sometimes she could swear they'd seen this coming.
"Excuse me," came a voice from behind her. She turned; it was the marginally more attractive man from that group of Jack's. Jones, something Jones. Ianto.
"Yeah?" she said.
"I realize this might be a bit forward," he began, and her heart sank. She hated fending off advances. "But it's been a very long and trying few months, and there's something I really need to ask you, for the sake of my peace of mind, if nothing else. And what do we really have to lose, anymore?"
"Uh," she said, smiling awkwardly, "Ianto, really--"
"So, have you shagged Jack?"
Her mouth dropped open as her train of thought quietly derailed. Whatever it was, it wasn't a joke; his eyes were deadly serious. "Er, what?"
"Have you shagged Jack," he repeated, obviously a bit uncomfortable, but insistent.
"I..." She blinked, several times. "We... only knew each other a couple of days."
Ianto stared at her, expectant.
"...What could we have done in a couple of days?"
"You haven't known him long, then, have you?" Ianto said, all the tension going out of his shoulders at once.
"...What?"
"Well, that's all right, then. Sorry to bother you. Have a nice night." He started to walk off, an actual spring in his step, but suddenly turned back. "What about that skinny whore, do you know?"
"I-- what?"
"That... that Doctor fellow. What about him?"
"What? You mean--" She shook her head, thinking that something was clearly very wrong with this conversation, and she wasn't inclined to think it was her. "Are you asking if he's shagged Jack?"
"Just if you happen to know."
"I... I mean, they knew each other, an' they were sort of flirting, but Jack was sort of flirting with, you know, everyone, an' possibly everything, an' the Doctor's... He's pretty hung up on this blonde tart. Named Rose. So I don't think..."
"All right, then. Thanks again." Ianto nodded respectfully and ducked out.
Martha stared after him, wondering if she'd had too much moonshine to understand that conversation, or too little.
"'Torch-wood'," she muttered, and headed up the stairs, shaking her head all the way.
-
It'll take me ages to get it all down, given where I actually am at the moment (several months before this scene), but I do already know all that happens. I feel a duty to explain Owen/Toshiko, for example, despite how little I support it, and I already know how... Better than the show ever did them, at any rate. If I'm doing anything even vaguely Owen/Toshiko, I'm doing it right, damn it. I'm giving her a reason to pine after him despite no encouragement and active discouragement for weeks and months. That half-arsed "motivation" we got from the show don't play around here, no no. Lazy sods.
I'd stuff in other news and things, but I've already accidentally posted this, so... probably best to actually get some content in the accidental post as quickly as possible, yeah? ^^