Fic: Wish You Were Here
Characters/Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Ianto and Jack belong to each other, not me.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Words: 559
Summary: Ianto and Jack exchange text messages while Jack is on a bus to London.
A/N: To differentiate between them, Ianto's text messages are in italics, and Jack's are in regular font.
Hope the seat is comfortable and you’re settled in. ’Night, sleep tight, and have a safe trip.
You have NO idea what a blast this ride is. While some people might categorise it under acquired taste, I find myself revelling in the wonderfully intimate atmosphere. Okay, I've run out of irony now. :-(
Sleep. :-)
You follow your advice. I'll follow mine. Unless you want to follow mine. Which you can, if you want to.
I can't sleep now. Myfanwy wants company.
Nocturnal, isn't she? Nocturnal's good. Even better if you and I are nocturnal together. If you know what I mean. ;-)
I couldn't possibly miss an innuendo when I'm clubbed over the head with it, could I?
Have a heart, Jones. I’m dying here.
You're not dying, Sir. Now be a good boy and sleep.
I never said I was good. Do I come through as good? Aargh. P.S.: Capital ‘S’? Be still, my heart.
Captain Jack, paying attention to punctuation? Will wonders never cease.
Oh, I’m an absolute stickler. As I was saying. Not good. Not good at all. Which ain't bad. See? Good's bad and bad's good. I like that. :-)
How could you possibly be on an uncomfortable bus and still be impressed by your own cleverness? That shows real determination.
Need a feel-good factor, don't I? And neither the bus nor the rest of the cosmos is helping. P.S.: I do hope you're up to something a lot better than I am.
Poor baby. Okay, I grant you your feel good factor. P.S.: I'm reading, so yes, I'll bet it's a whole lot better than what you're doing. AND I can smoke. (Don't mind me. I just love rubbing it in.)
Well, for one, I'm watching a movie and a good one, reclining in air-conditioned comfort. And while things would've been better if you were here... Wait until I get a chance to RUB it in to YOU.
Cheeky, very cheeky. (Now there's an innuendo I'm willing to bet you can't decipher.) Enjoy your film. Sir.
For the record, Daniel Day-Lewis is really hot. And innuendo shminnuendo. Let's get right to the point, shall we? It's not like you don't like the cheekiness.
You can't 'get to the point' by using the phrase 'it's not like you don't like'. Too many redundant words there. P.S.: Yes, I like the cheekiness. Sir.
How do we ‘get to the point’, then?
Surely you don't expect me to specify how. Anticipation is a good thing.
You know, Gandhi always said to get both cheeks done while you're at it. Kinky, wasn’t he?
I think it was Christ who said that.
I don’t care who fucking said it. Why the fuck didn’t you agree to come with me? If you were here...
If I were there, what?
Don’t be cruel, Jones. I’m facing the prospect of a whole week without you.
Seriously, if I were there, what?
I could kiss you and shut you up, you unfeeling bastard. For starters.
Perhaps that could be arranged, Sir.
Not funny, Ianto. I want you here, damn it.
Maybe you just need a more comfortable seat. Is there an empty one at the back of the bus?
What?
Why don't you turn around and check? :-)
You gorgeous, beautiful ANGEL.
I think we can stop texting each other now, hmm?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Ianto and Jack belong to each other, not me.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Words: 559
Summary: Ianto and Jack exchange text messages while Jack is on a bus to London.
A/N: To differentiate between them, Ianto's text messages are in italics, and Jack's are in regular font.
Hope the seat is comfortable and you’re settled in. ’Night, sleep tight, and have a safe trip.
You have NO idea what a blast this ride is. While some people might categorise it under acquired taste, I find myself revelling in the wonderfully intimate atmosphere. Okay, I've run out of irony now. :-(
Sleep. :-)
You follow your advice. I'll follow mine. Unless you want to follow mine. Which you can, if you want to.
I can't sleep now. Myfanwy wants company.
Nocturnal, isn't she? Nocturnal's good. Even better if you and I are nocturnal together. If you know what I mean. ;-)
I couldn't possibly miss an innuendo when I'm clubbed over the head with it, could I?
Have a heart, Jones. I’m dying here.
You're not dying, Sir. Now be a good boy and sleep.
I never said I was good. Do I come through as good? Aargh. P.S.: Capital ‘S’? Be still, my heart.
Captain Jack, paying attention to punctuation? Will wonders never cease.
Oh, I’m an absolute stickler. As I was saying. Not good. Not good at all. Which ain't bad. See? Good's bad and bad's good. I like that. :-)
How could you possibly be on an uncomfortable bus and still be impressed by your own cleverness? That shows real determination.
Need a feel-good factor, don't I? And neither the bus nor the rest of the cosmos is helping. P.S.: I do hope you're up to something a lot better than I am.
Poor baby. Okay, I grant you your feel good factor. P.S.: I'm reading, so yes, I'll bet it's a whole lot better than what you're doing. AND I can smoke. (Don't mind me. I just love rubbing it in.)
Well, for one, I'm watching a movie and a good one, reclining in air-conditioned comfort. And while things would've been better if you were here... Wait until I get a chance to RUB it in to YOU.
Cheeky, very cheeky. (Now there's an innuendo I'm willing to bet you can't decipher.) Enjoy your film. Sir.
For the record, Daniel Day-Lewis is really hot. And innuendo shminnuendo. Let's get right to the point, shall we? It's not like you don't like the cheekiness.
You can't 'get to the point' by using the phrase 'it's not like you don't like'. Too many redundant words there. P.S.: Yes, I like the cheekiness. Sir.
How do we ‘get to the point’, then?
Surely you don't expect me to specify how. Anticipation is a good thing.
You know, Gandhi always said to get both cheeks done while you're at it. Kinky, wasn’t he?
I think it was Christ who said that.
I don’t care who fucking said it. Why the fuck didn’t you agree to come with me? If you were here...
If I were there, what?
Don’t be cruel, Jones. I’m facing the prospect of a whole week without you.
Seriously, if I were there, what?
I could kiss you and shut you up, you unfeeling bastard. For starters.
Perhaps that could be arranged, Sir.
Not funny, Ianto. I want you here, damn it.
Maybe you just need a more comfortable seat. Is there an empty one at the back of the bus?
What?
Why don't you turn around and check? :-)
You gorgeous, beautiful ANGEL.
I think we can stop texting each other now, hmm?