[fic] - Indigo - 1/1 - Torchwood
Yes, I know it's been a loooong time since I updated my Spectrum sequence, but better late than never.
For those of you just joining us, my Spectrum sequence was a collection of stories titled after the colours of the spectrum. All the stories are standalones so you don't have to have read them in order or at all.
Title: Indigo
Series: Spectrum
Author: Ceindreadh
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Team
Word Count: approx 1,100
Rating: PG-15 - for smutty talk & innuendo
Prompt: Somewhat inspired by blackbird_song's story Blinkers but has absolutely no connection to same
Summary: Ianto is blue
Genre: somewhat cracky!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Torchwood characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
Previous parts
Infra Red
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
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Ianto Jones was blue.
He wasn't sad or depressed; it wasn't that kind of blue.
He wasn't cold or dead, it certainly wasn't that kind of blue.
He wasn't suddenly bursting into jazzy rhythmic melodies.
No, he was blue. From the edge of his hairline to the tips of his bare toes, he was a nice shade of blue. Gwen and Toshiko had had a lengthy discussion as to exactly what shade of blue he was. They hadn't come to any firm conclusion, but Gwen had asked if she could take Ianto home with her, "We're thinking of redecorating, and I think that shade would be just perfect in the kitchen." Jack had ordered them out soon after that point, feeling that Ianto, or to be more accurate, he was getting stressed enough as it was.
Clad only in sweatpants, and looking like an overgrown Smurf, Ianto sat on the edge of Owen's autopsy table and held out a blue arm. "Try to be a bit more careful drawing blood this time, Owen," said Ianto. "I don't want to add any more shades of blue to this one."
"Yeah, whatever," said Owen, pulling the tourniquet tight. "Just so youze know, it's bloody difficult on account of your skin being the same colour as your veins." He frowned as he tried to locate one. "Jack, are you sure this wasn't a side effect of some alien sex gadget you were road testing?"
"I'd have told you already if it had been anything like that," said Jack.
"Not only told you, but regaled you with all the details and specifications, up to and including photos, video clips and user feedback," said Ianto, rolling his eyes.
Jack shot a mock glare at Ianto, but his eyes were filled with concern as he turned back to Owen. "I've told you already, he was fine last night when we went to sleep. In the morning I went to track him down in the shower and he's blue all over. Face, hands, chest, even his..."
"Make any comment about blue balls," interrupted Ianto, "And I won't be the only person with a case of them!"
"I wasn't going to say anything!" said Jack, "But now that you mention it, they were a rather fetching shade of indigo; you know you look quite hot when you glare at me like that."
"Hold on a minute," said Owen, "You had a shower this morning?"
"Yes Owen," said Ianto, "I showered. It's a common hygiene practice perpetuated by people in the morning. Especially useful and necessary after one engages in sexual intercourse."
"Lots of sexual intercourse," pointed out Jack, helpfully.
"Yeah, rub it in, why don't you," said Owen, grimacing. "Anyway, you went to have a shower Ianto, were you blue then?"
Ianto frowned as he tried to remember. "It was dark in Jack's quarters. I didn't want to wake him, so I left the lights dimmed. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but I was half asleep, not really concentrating. I didn't realize anything was wrong until Jack came in and screamed."
"I did not scream," said Jack. "I yelled...loudly."
"I think he has a Smurf phobia," said Ianto.
"Who wouldn't," said Owen. "Creepy little buggers they were, and how come they were all blokes? I swear they must have been shaggi..."
"Owen, if you destroy another of my childhood memories, I'll find a way to reanimate you just so I can shoot you again." Ianto turned to Jack, "And it was a very high-pitched 'yell'."
"So do you think it was something in the shower that turned Ianto blue?" asked Jack.
Owen shrugged, "Well you're not affected, so it's got to be something that Ianto did that you didn't. You spent the evening together, ate the same things..."
"Technically that's not exactly true," said Jack, "I mean I ate..."
Owen interrupted him, "I so don't want to hear any more about your sex life, thank you very much."
"I was just going to say that I'd had an extra portion of sausage," said Jack.
"Lalalala, I can't hear you!" Owen had his hands over his ears.
"Really Jack, there's no need to wind him up," said Ianto, "And Owen, we had bangers and mash for dinner last night and as there was an uneven number, Jack had the extra one."
Owen took his hands away just in time to hear Jack say, "And then for dessert I blew Ianto until his brain melted out his ears."
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After Owen had recovered from the gratuitous mental imagery he'd been subjected to, he decided that an examination of Jack's quarters, no he'd hastily amended, Jack's bathroom was the next step in the investigation.
"I do not appreciate having an audience," said Ianto, a hint of a growl in his voice as he stood outside the shower.
"Yeah, well I don't particularly want to be here neither," said Owen as he sealed up samples of every bit of soap, shampoo, shaving foam, and general toiletries that he had found in the bathroom. Both Jack and Ianto had confirmed that there was nothing of alien origin among them, and indeed, all of the items had been used regularly and without incident before that day - unless of course they counted the time Jack had mistaken bubble bath for shower gel and had nearly flooded the whole level with bubbles by the time by the time they'd finished 'working up a lather'.
With no further clues as to the origin of Ianto's blueness, Owen had suggested recreating Ianto's actions to see if there had been anything they'd forgotten. Seeing the smirk on Jack's face, he'd hastily added that they could probably start from when Ianto got out of bed.
Ianto sighed heavily as he stepped into the shower. "I suppose at least one of us is enjoying this," he said, looking pointedly at Jack. "You could at least have let me keep my sweatpants on."
"Hey, we need to do this exactly like before," said Jack, trying but failing to hide his approval of Ianto's form. "And I don't remember you showering with your clothes on last time!"
Ianto's reply was lost in the sound of the running water. He washed his hair and soaped himself thoroughly before turning back to his colleagues. "And it was round about this point when I heard Jack screa, I beg your pardon, I mean 'yell' loudly..." Ianto's voice trailed off as he saw the looks on their faces. "What?"
"Well," said Owen, "The good news is you're not blue any more."
"And the better news," said Jack, "Is that I've always loved that shade of green!"
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The end
For those of you just joining us, my Spectrum sequence was a collection of stories titled after the colours of the spectrum. All the stories are standalones so you don't have to have read them in order or at all.
Title: Indigo
Series: Spectrum
Author: Ceindreadh
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Team
Word Count: approx 1,100
Rating: PG-15 - for smutty talk & innuendo
Prompt: Somewhat inspired by blackbird_song's story Blinkers but has absolutely no connection to same
Summary: Ianto is blue
Genre: somewhat cracky!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Torchwood characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
Previous parts
Infra Red
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
-----------------
Ianto Jones was blue.
He wasn't sad or depressed; it wasn't that kind of blue.
He wasn't cold or dead, it certainly wasn't that kind of blue.
He wasn't suddenly bursting into jazzy rhythmic melodies.
No, he was blue. From the edge of his hairline to the tips of his bare toes, he was a nice shade of blue. Gwen and Toshiko had had a lengthy discussion as to exactly what shade of blue he was. They hadn't come to any firm conclusion, but Gwen had asked if she could take Ianto home with her, "We're thinking of redecorating, and I think that shade would be just perfect in the kitchen." Jack had ordered them out soon after that point, feeling that Ianto, or to be more accurate, he was getting stressed enough as it was.
Clad only in sweatpants, and looking like an overgrown Smurf, Ianto sat on the edge of Owen's autopsy table and held out a blue arm. "Try to be a bit more careful drawing blood this time, Owen," said Ianto. "I don't want to add any more shades of blue to this one."
"Yeah, whatever," said Owen, pulling the tourniquet tight. "Just so youze know, it's bloody difficult on account of your skin being the same colour as your veins." He frowned as he tried to locate one. "Jack, are you sure this wasn't a side effect of some alien sex gadget you were road testing?"
"I'd have told you already if it had been anything like that," said Jack.
"Not only told you, but regaled you with all the details and specifications, up to and including photos, video clips and user feedback," said Ianto, rolling his eyes.
Jack shot a mock glare at Ianto, but his eyes were filled with concern as he turned back to Owen. "I've told you already, he was fine last night when we went to sleep. In the morning I went to track him down in the shower and he's blue all over. Face, hands, chest, even his..."
"Make any comment about blue balls," interrupted Ianto, "And I won't be the only person with a case of them!"
"I wasn't going to say anything!" said Jack, "But now that you mention it, they were a rather fetching shade of indigo; you know you look quite hot when you glare at me like that."
"Hold on a minute," said Owen, "You had a shower this morning?"
"Yes Owen," said Ianto, "I showered. It's a common hygiene practice perpetuated by people in the morning. Especially useful and necessary after one engages in sexual intercourse."
"Lots of sexual intercourse," pointed out Jack, helpfully.
"Yeah, rub it in, why don't you," said Owen, grimacing. "Anyway, you went to have a shower Ianto, were you blue then?"
Ianto frowned as he tried to remember. "It was dark in Jack's quarters. I didn't want to wake him, so I left the lights dimmed. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but I was half asleep, not really concentrating. I didn't realize anything was wrong until Jack came in and screamed."
"I did not scream," said Jack. "I yelled...loudly."
"I think he has a Smurf phobia," said Ianto.
"Who wouldn't," said Owen. "Creepy little buggers they were, and how come they were all blokes? I swear they must have been shaggi..."
"Owen, if you destroy another of my childhood memories, I'll find a way to reanimate you just so I can shoot you again." Ianto turned to Jack, "And it was a very high-pitched 'yell'."
"So do you think it was something in the shower that turned Ianto blue?" asked Jack.
Owen shrugged, "Well you're not affected, so it's got to be something that Ianto did that you didn't. You spent the evening together, ate the same things..."
"Technically that's not exactly true," said Jack, "I mean I ate..."
Owen interrupted him, "I so don't want to hear any more about your sex life, thank you very much."
"I was just going to say that I'd had an extra portion of sausage," said Jack.
"Lalalala, I can't hear you!" Owen had his hands over his ears.
"Really Jack, there's no need to wind him up," said Ianto, "And Owen, we had bangers and mash for dinner last night and as there was an uneven number, Jack had the extra one."
Owen took his hands away just in time to hear Jack say, "And then for dessert I blew Ianto until his brain melted out his ears."
-------------------
After Owen had recovered from the gratuitous mental imagery he'd been subjected to, he decided that an examination of Jack's quarters, no he'd hastily amended, Jack's bathroom was the next step in the investigation.
"I do not appreciate having an audience," said Ianto, a hint of a growl in his voice as he stood outside the shower.
"Yeah, well I don't particularly want to be here neither," said Owen as he sealed up samples of every bit of soap, shampoo, shaving foam, and general toiletries that he had found in the bathroom. Both Jack and Ianto had confirmed that there was nothing of alien origin among them, and indeed, all of the items had been used regularly and without incident before that day - unless of course they counted the time Jack had mistaken bubble bath for shower gel and had nearly flooded the whole level with bubbles by the time by the time they'd finished 'working up a lather'.
With no further clues as to the origin of Ianto's blueness, Owen had suggested recreating Ianto's actions to see if there had been anything they'd forgotten. Seeing the smirk on Jack's face, he'd hastily added that they could probably start from when Ianto got out of bed.
Ianto sighed heavily as he stepped into the shower. "I suppose at least one of us is enjoying this," he said, looking pointedly at Jack. "You could at least have let me keep my sweatpants on."
"Hey, we need to do this exactly like before," said Jack, trying but failing to hide his approval of Ianto's form. "And I don't remember you showering with your clothes on last time!"
Ianto's reply was lost in the sound of the running water. He washed his hair and soaped himself thoroughly before turning back to his colleagues. "And it was round about this point when I heard Jack screa, I beg your pardon, I mean 'yell' loudly..." Ianto's voice trailed off as he saw the looks on their faces. "What?"
"Well," said Owen, "The good news is you're not blue any more."
"And the better news," said Jack, "Is that I've always loved that shade of green!"
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The end