Holiday in the Sun - Day Two Challenge Fic
“Jack! Can you please stop using the lift, we’re about to flood down here.”
The Captain looked around at his base as he slowly descended into it. Gwen was right; the pool at the base of the structure was overflowing. It was summer wasn’t it? July, the month of sun! Apparently the British summertime was going to be as dreary as it usually was, just once Jack longed for some kind of freak heat-wave. Not only was the water overflowing but the build-up of rubbish around the Hub was fairly obvious. Ianto had only been gone for one day and already the Hub looked like it had been ransacked by pizza-crazed seagulls.
Jack sighed as he attempted to do his bit, picking up the empty card Starbucks cups on the desks he walked past and placing them in a bin bag that was beginning to bulge. No-one had even attempted to try the coffee machine, none wanting to incur Ianto’s wrath and be stuck with instant coffee for the rest of the month. Speaking of Jack’s sexy young Welshman, Ianto had disappeared on the team. Three days so far. He was coming back tomorrow, but Jack wanted him back now. Three days down in Cornwall. Cornwall? Why Cornwall when jack was in Cardiff? Mainly because Jack had told the archivist to get back in touch with his family that he’d pretty much abandoned when he joined Torchwood London. The family had insisted that he go down to Cornwall with them on a holiday of sorts.
Now Jack, being as he was, and that being that he very much missed the Welshman, had been ringing him everyday, just to check everything was ok and to reassure Ianto that he wasn’t needed at the Hub. Of course, these were the only reasons Jack phoned, he wouldn’t ever ring him just to hear those beautiful Welsh vowels he loves so much or to reassure himself that Ianto wanted to speak to him. Not at all. It was through these phone-calls that Jack had discovered that whilst Cardiff was stuck in this British summer, Cornwall in fact was in the midst of a heat-wave and this often brought forth images of Ianto in shorts and t-shirts, maybe even bared chest.
11.00am, check in time. 11am had become the time in which Jack would call Ianto in the morning and 10pm being the time for their night-time conversations. As he listened to the optimistic ringing tone, Jack sighed, this was almost domestic and the thought brought the infamous Harkness grin to his features.
“Hey Jack!” The Welshman’s tone was bright and happy and Jack was immediately glad that Ianto had gone on this trip.
“Hey Ianto, how are things doing?”
“They’re great, I’m glad you talked me into coming out here! Jack, listen I…” A voice could be heard calling out in the distance.
“Ianto hey! Is that your boss again?” Ianto’s reply to the question was muffled as a different voice came over the phone.
“Jack was it? I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to cut short your call this morning, Ianto’s scheduled to go diving,”
Jack looked puzzled before the background noise became clear. Ianto seemingly pleading for them not to whilst the movement of others could be heard. Just before the phone cut off, Jack heard a rather comical splash.
The Captain looked around at his base as he slowly descended into it. Gwen was right; the pool at the base of the structure was overflowing. It was summer wasn’t it? July, the month of sun! Apparently the British summertime was going to be as dreary as it usually was, just once Jack longed for some kind of freak heat-wave. Not only was the water overflowing but the build-up of rubbish around the Hub was fairly obvious. Ianto had only been gone for one day and already the Hub looked like it had been ransacked by pizza-crazed seagulls.
Jack sighed as he attempted to do his bit, picking up the empty card Starbucks cups on the desks he walked past and placing them in a bin bag that was beginning to bulge. No-one had even attempted to try the coffee machine, none wanting to incur Ianto’s wrath and be stuck with instant coffee for the rest of the month. Speaking of Jack’s sexy young Welshman, Ianto had disappeared on the team. Three days so far. He was coming back tomorrow, but Jack wanted him back now. Three days down in Cornwall. Cornwall? Why Cornwall when jack was in Cardiff? Mainly because Jack had told the archivist to get back in touch with his family that he’d pretty much abandoned when he joined Torchwood London. The family had insisted that he go down to Cornwall with them on a holiday of sorts.
Now Jack, being as he was, and that being that he very much missed the Welshman, had been ringing him everyday, just to check everything was ok and to reassure Ianto that he wasn’t needed at the Hub. Of course, these were the only reasons Jack phoned, he wouldn’t ever ring him just to hear those beautiful Welsh vowels he loves so much or to reassure himself that Ianto wanted to speak to him. Not at all. It was through these phone-calls that Jack had discovered that whilst Cardiff was stuck in this British summer, Cornwall in fact was in the midst of a heat-wave and this often brought forth images of Ianto in shorts and t-shirts, maybe even bared chest.
11.00am, check in time. 11am had become the time in which Jack would call Ianto in the morning and 10pm being the time for their night-time conversations. As he listened to the optimistic ringing tone, Jack sighed, this was almost domestic and the thought brought the infamous Harkness grin to his features.
“Hey Jack!” The Welshman’s tone was bright and happy and Jack was immediately glad that Ianto had gone on this trip.
“Hey Ianto, how are things doing?”
“They’re great, I’m glad you talked me into coming out here! Jack, listen I…” A voice could be heard calling out in the distance.
“Ianto hey! Is that your boss again?” Ianto’s reply to the question was muffled as a different voice came over the phone.
“Jack was it? I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to cut short your call this morning, Ianto’s scheduled to go diving,”
Jack looked puzzled before the background noise became clear. Ianto seemingly pleading for them not to whilst the movement of others could be heard. Just before the phone cut off, Jack heard a rather comical splash.