Jack's Week
To keep everything in my journal, here is the first of my fanfic100 Torchwood series. It's been linked to from here before, but not posted here. So nyah. :P More to follow!
Fandom: Torchwood (what else?
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild references to various relationships
Spoilers: Nothing especially drastic - but it's probably better if you've seen up to Episode 8
Word Count: 555
Summary: Jack's a busy man. (Torchwood fluff fanfic! Yay!)
Prompt: 008. Weeks
Jack's Week
It was Monday today, and as Jack leaned back in his chair, feet on the desk, he smiled. Monday night was Ianto-night. Had been for a couple of weeks now - and since they were both so damn good at sneaking round the base unnoticed, the others hadn’t a clue.
And he sent another paper aeroplane flying out past Owen and Tosh’s workstations - not that they were doing any work, of course. It was too quiet for that today. Things often fell out like that. The start of the week would be dull and boring, and the others would all make a little progress on their own research projects, or get some of the paperwork done or whatever. Monday was nearly always full of paperwork.
But tomorrow it would be Tuesday. And Tuesday was Gwen, ever since things had gone a little further than he’d been expecting that night he took her to the firing range. And it continued because she didn’t dare tell him she was with Owen now - bad enough to have two men on the go, never mind three. Jack found it quite amusing that she hadn’t told Owen about him, either. So Tuesdays were Gwen’s, not that the others knew about it, of course. Still, it cheered him up if they’d had another dull day, which happened more often than not. Aliens could be so inconsiderate like that. You waited weeks for one and then three would turn up at once. It was a universal law, he was sure of it.
He left Wednesdays free, anyway, in case something did come up. It was easy enough to swap days every once in a while, as long as he remembered what was what for that week. Admittedly, with Tosh on Thursdays things could get a little complicated, but that didn’t put Jack off. Tosh could use the company, after all, especially since she knew about Owen and Gwen, and after the little incident with Mary... He didn’t mind helping her out every now and again - every Thursday, to be precise. And it sort of prepared him for Friday.
Because Friday was Owen. That, he was prepared to admit, had surprised him a little, but after Owen had lost Suzie (and the alien pheromone perfume) he’d been pretty desperate. Well. Desperate, but not so pretty. And Jack, being the altruistic, caring sort, was happy to oblige. Of course, Owen hadn’t told Gwen that, and he hadn’t told Jack about Gwen either. But he hadn’t dropped either of them - he wasn’t the sort to let one thing go if there was the slightest possibility he could keep two. So he had Fridays, far enough from Gwen’s Tuesdays that their two schedules wouldn’t interfere and rouse suspicions. After all, Jack was keen to see how long Owen and Gwen could last without either of them letting something slip, one way or another. And at least he had weekends off.
He threw another paper aeroplane, and it fluttered all the way to the top of the stairs, past Tosh’s computers. Ianto, who was on his way up anyway, picked it up, along with the other four, and brought them back to Jack’s desk, on the same tray as his coffee. Service with a smile.
And Jack grinned. Because today was Monday.
And Monday was a good day.
Fandom: Torchwood (what else?
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild references to various relationships
Spoilers: Nothing especially drastic - but it's probably better if you've seen up to Episode 8
Word Count: 555
Summary: Jack's a busy man. (Torchwood fluff fanfic! Yay!)
Prompt: 008. Weeks
Jack's Week
It was Monday today, and as Jack leaned back in his chair, feet on the desk, he smiled. Monday night was Ianto-night. Had been for a couple of weeks now - and since they were both so damn good at sneaking round the base unnoticed, the others hadn’t a clue.
And he sent another paper aeroplane flying out past Owen and Tosh’s workstations - not that they were doing any work, of course. It was too quiet for that today. Things often fell out like that. The start of the week would be dull and boring, and the others would all make a little progress on their own research projects, or get some of the paperwork done or whatever. Monday was nearly always full of paperwork.
But tomorrow it would be Tuesday. And Tuesday was Gwen, ever since things had gone a little further than he’d been expecting that night he took her to the firing range. And it continued because she didn’t dare tell him she was with Owen now - bad enough to have two men on the go, never mind three. Jack found it quite amusing that she hadn’t told Owen about him, either. So Tuesdays were Gwen’s, not that the others knew about it, of course. Still, it cheered him up if they’d had another dull day, which happened more often than not. Aliens could be so inconsiderate like that. You waited weeks for one and then three would turn up at once. It was a universal law, he was sure of it.
He left Wednesdays free, anyway, in case something did come up. It was easy enough to swap days every once in a while, as long as he remembered what was what for that week. Admittedly, with Tosh on Thursdays things could get a little complicated, but that didn’t put Jack off. Tosh could use the company, after all, especially since she knew about Owen and Gwen, and after the little incident with Mary... He didn’t mind helping her out every now and again - every Thursday, to be precise. And it sort of prepared him for Friday.
Because Friday was Owen. That, he was prepared to admit, had surprised him a little, but after Owen had lost Suzie (and the alien pheromone perfume) he’d been pretty desperate. Well. Desperate, but not so pretty. And Jack, being the altruistic, caring sort, was happy to oblige. Of course, Owen hadn’t told Gwen that, and he hadn’t told Jack about Gwen either. But he hadn’t dropped either of them - he wasn’t the sort to let one thing go if there was the slightest possibility he could keep two. So he had Fridays, far enough from Gwen’s Tuesdays that their two schedules wouldn’t interfere and rouse suspicions. After all, Jack was keen to see how long Owen and Gwen could last without either of them letting something slip, one way or another. And at least he had weekends off.
He threw another paper aeroplane, and it fluttered all the way to the top of the stairs, past Tosh’s computers. Ianto, who was on his way up anyway, picked it up, along with the other four, and brought them back to Jack’s desk, on the same tray as his coffee. Service with a smile.
And Jack grinned. Because today was Monday.
And Monday was a good day.