Fic: Laughing Matters [Torchwood] G
He, however, wasn’t used to hearing hysterical laughter.
“God, do you think we should check on them?” he asked nervously, looking towards Jack’s office.
“They’re both laughing, so it’s not like he has Ianto pinned down again.” That had been a good time, walking in to find his boss tickling The Bringer of Coffee to death in the middle of the Hub (he’d stopped calling Ianto “Teaboy” when Ianto had actually started bringing tea instead of coffee), and apparently all over the last Krispy Kreme doughnut.
The laughter died down briefly only to start again, possibly even louder then before.
Tosh squirmed.
“Right, none of us are going to get any work done with all that carrying on.” Owen vaulted to his feet.
“They’re just having fun!” Gwen shouted after him.
“Do you really want to open that door?” Tosh inquired. He spun around to stare at the two of them.
“It’s distracting and unprofessional. This place could be invaded by Cybermen and the two of them would still be at it.” Gwen bit her bottom lip and gestured him towards the door.
“Like Tosh said, if you’re sure you really want to…” And God he didn’t, but it was bloody annoying. He knocked loudly on the door and waited. Dead silence.
“Come on, it’s not like I don’t know the two of you are in there. Open up.”
“Your two legs have taken you this far Owen, just come in.” Jack replied. It’s never easy, Owen thought to himself as he pushed open the door, bracing himself for what he was going to see.
Jack, fully dressed, sitting behind his desk. Ianto, also fully dressed, sitting across from him. A huge pile of folders, neatly stacked and completely un-rumpled between the two of them. Two cups of coffee un-spilt. Owen was at a loss for words.
“Something I can help you with, Owen?” Jack asked, a grin still on his face. “We’re a little busy here with the year end report.”
“We just wanted to make sure…” he glanced swiftly over at Ianto who merely raised an eyebrow.
“That I wasn’t being molested to within an inch of my life?” came the mellow answer. Ianto took a sip of his coffee and smiled back innocently.
“Something like that.”
“Everything’s fine. Jack just claimed that he would never sleep with anything else besides me again.” Ianto couldn’t even finish the sentence without breaking in giggles. Jack was laughing again within seconds.
“You’re laughing about the impossibility of Jack’s fidelity?” The two of them just nodded, unable to vocalise any words of agreement. “Have you taken anything? Is there something coming through the vents?”
Ianto leaned forward, resting his head on a pile of forms, his shoulders heaving. Jack had actual tears streaming down his face. “Bloody hell. Well, I’ll just…” Jack waved Owen off as he and Ianto made eye contact and started laughing even harder. Owen closed the door softly behind him.
“Well?” Tosh asked.
“Nutters, the pair of them. Come on girls, afternoon off. Hopefully they’ll be able to look at each other without going into bloody hysterics by the time we get back from coffee.”
“What are they laughing about then?” Gwen asked as she grabbed her jacket. He glanced at her and the thought of the expression on her face when he said “infidelity in a relationship” crossed his mind.
“In-joke” he replied with a tight smile. “Come on Tosh, I know a new place that opened.” He held open the door as the sound of laughter started up again from Jack’s office and briefly wished all relationships were that easy.
“God, do you think we should check on them?” he asked nervously, looking towards Jack’s office.
“They’re both laughing, so it’s not like he has Ianto pinned down again.” That had been a good time, walking in to find his boss tickling The Bringer of Coffee to death in the middle of the Hub (he’d stopped calling Ianto “Teaboy” when Ianto had actually started bringing tea instead of coffee), and apparently all over the last Krispy Kreme doughnut.
The laughter died down briefly only to start again, possibly even louder then before.
Tosh squirmed.
“Right, none of us are going to get any work done with all that carrying on.” Owen vaulted to his feet.
“They’re just having fun!” Gwen shouted after him.
“Do you really want to open that door?” Tosh inquired. He spun around to stare at the two of them.
“It’s distracting and unprofessional. This place could be invaded by Cybermen and the two of them would still be at it.” Gwen bit her bottom lip and gestured him towards the door.
“Like Tosh said, if you’re sure you really want to…” And God he didn’t, but it was bloody annoying. He knocked loudly on the door and waited. Dead silence.
“Come on, it’s not like I don’t know the two of you are in there. Open up.”
“Your two legs have taken you this far Owen, just come in.” Jack replied. It’s never easy, Owen thought to himself as he pushed open the door, bracing himself for what he was going to see.
Jack, fully dressed, sitting behind his desk. Ianto, also fully dressed, sitting across from him. A huge pile of folders, neatly stacked and completely un-rumpled between the two of them. Two cups of coffee un-spilt. Owen was at a loss for words.
“Something I can help you with, Owen?” Jack asked, a grin still on his face. “We’re a little busy here with the year end report.”
“We just wanted to make sure…” he glanced swiftly over at Ianto who merely raised an eyebrow.
“That I wasn’t being molested to within an inch of my life?” came the mellow answer. Ianto took a sip of his coffee and smiled back innocently.
“Something like that.”
“Everything’s fine. Jack just claimed that he would never sleep with anything else besides me again.” Ianto couldn’t even finish the sentence without breaking in giggles. Jack was laughing again within seconds.
“You’re laughing about the impossibility of Jack’s fidelity?” The two of them just nodded, unable to vocalise any words of agreement. “Have you taken anything? Is there something coming through the vents?”
Ianto leaned forward, resting his head on a pile of forms, his shoulders heaving. Jack had actual tears streaming down his face. “Bloody hell. Well, I’ll just…” Jack waved Owen off as he and Ianto made eye contact and started laughing even harder. Owen closed the door softly behind him.
“Well?” Tosh asked.
“Nutters, the pair of them. Come on girls, afternoon off. Hopefully they’ll be able to look at each other without going into bloody hysterics by the time we get back from coffee.”
“What are they laughing about then?” Gwen asked as she grabbed her jacket. He glanced at her and the thought of the expression on her face when he said “infidelity in a relationship” crossed his mind.
“In-joke” he replied with a tight smile. “Come on Tosh, I know a new place that opened.” He held open the door as the sound of laughter started up again from Jack’s office and briefly wished all relationships were that easy.