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Title: A Little Hope
Author: Sey (fear-alchemist)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Horrible
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, implied occasional Jack/Ianto, all team mentioned
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Horrible. Do not sue. ;-;
Summary: Ianto is inspired to do great justice!
Notes: Written forallfireburns because some cracky things just have to happen.
It is an understood fact of Torchwood Three that Ianto Jones, resident tea boy, spends far, far too much time in the Hub. On top of that, he knows the stretches of the Hub's sublevels and cells far better than most of the team (Well, perhaps not Jack, but even that is questionable).
It is also understood to merely leave him to his own devices.
However, it is one early morning that Gwen arrives much before she normally does. She thinks she might be alone. Jack might be roaming, as he usually is (does he ever sleep?) but she heads to her station to drop off her things. Perhaps Ianto actually took an evening off? She hoped.
She needed to review a few files from a recent alien escapade (this one was slimy and, ugh, she didn't want to deal with it), and began printing the reports.
Taking the documents, she started down towards the basement holding cells to just make a few notes and head back up. The place always seemed to give her an ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She'd been traumatized both by Janet and the absurdly large fish tanks and decided the rooms would forever be something unpleasant to be around.
She actually pauses to look Janet over (well fed, of course -- Thank Ianto) when she hears something... out of the ordinary.
Echoes of mumbles and the occasional laugh ricochet off of the walls. The hair at the back of her neck stands still, goosebumps prickling at her skin. Setting the files aside, she removes her gun from its holster, just in case and moves in. She was always too headstrong for her own good.
"Jack? Ianto?" Maybe they were fooling around again. (She had teased them about being discreet, but really?).
Slowly she moves through the basement, watching every crevice as she goes.
It's only when, in a small, tucked away room and she notices a small flicker of white light. She pauses.
Great.
Peeking around the corner, she jumps, startled only for a few seconds before her expression drops into something of disbelief, confusion and amusement all at once.
"... and the Evil League of Evil will perish at my mighty hands! Well, the Captain says they're mighty, but I'd like to believe--"
Gwen can't choke back her laughter.
There's a panicked 'goodbye!' given and the light shuts off.
"Ianto?"
"Just a hobby. Something silly for the internet."
Ianto is thankful for the darkness, for his face is red.
"Have to occupy myself somehow," He says, as though nothing bothered him about it at all. "Have you had your coffee this morning?"
Ianto knew she told the rest of Torchwood. Owen snickered every time he passed, Tosh gave him a confused look and Jack wouldn't stop whispering things to him.
He decided to spend more time outside of the Hub the morning he found a super hero cape draped over his work station, a la Owen.
It is an understood fact of one Torchwood Three Team that Ianto Jones, teaboy extraordinaire, believed that giving hope to ordinary people through super hero alter egos? Should be an operation requirement.
Though he would never, ever admit it.
Author: Sey (fear-alchemist)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Horrible
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, implied occasional Jack/Ianto, all team mentioned
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Horrible. Do not sue. ;-;
Summary: Ianto is inspired to do great justice!
Notes: Written forallfireburns because some cracky things just have to happen.
It is an understood fact of Torchwood Three that Ianto Jones, resident tea boy, spends far, far too much time in the Hub. On top of that, he knows the stretches of the Hub's sublevels and cells far better than most of the team (Well, perhaps not Jack, but even that is questionable).
It is also understood to merely leave him to his own devices.
However, it is one early morning that Gwen arrives much before she normally does. She thinks she might be alone. Jack might be roaming, as he usually is (does he ever sleep?) but she heads to her station to drop off her things. Perhaps Ianto actually took an evening off? She hoped.
She needed to review a few files from a recent alien escapade (this one was slimy and, ugh, she didn't want to deal with it), and began printing the reports.
Taking the documents, she started down towards the basement holding cells to just make a few notes and head back up. The place always seemed to give her an ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She'd been traumatized both by Janet and the absurdly large fish tanks and decided the rooms would forever be something unpleasant to be around.
She actually pauses to look Janet over (well fed, of course -- Thank Ianto) when she hears something... out of the ordinary.
Echoes of mumbles and the occasional laugh ricochet off of the walls. The hair at the back of her neck stands still, goosebumps prickling at her skin. Setting the files aside, she removes her gun from its holster, just in case and moves in. She was always too headstrong for her own good.
"Jack? Ianto?" Maybe they were fooling around again. (She had teased them about being discreet, but really?).
Slowly she moves through the basement, watching every crevice as she goes.
It's only when, in a small, tucked away room and she notices a small flicker of white light. She pauses.
Great.
Peeking around the corner, she jumps, startled only for a few seconds before her expression drops into something of disbelief, confusion and amusement all at once.
"... and the Evil League of Evil will perish at my mighty hands! Well, the Captain says they're mighty, but I'd like to believe--"
Gwen can't choke back her laughter.
There's a panicked 'goodbye!' given and the light shuts off.
"Ianto?"
"Just a hobby. Something silly for the internet."
Ianto is thankful for the darkness, for his face is red.
"Have to occupy myself somehow," He says, as though nothing bothered him about it at all. "Have you had your coffee this morning?"
Ianto knew she told the rest of Torchwood. Owen snickered every time he passed, Tosh gave him a confused look and Jack wouldn't stop whispering things to him.
He decided to spend more time outside of the Hub the morning he found a super hero cape draped over his work station, a la Owen.
It is an understood fact of one Torchwood Three Team that Ianto Jones, teaboy extraordinaire, believed that giving hope to ordinary people through super hero alter egos? Should be an operation requirement.
Though he would never, ever admit it.