A Torchwood Family Christmas
Title: A Torchwood Family Christmas
Fandom:Torchwood
Characters: Team Torchwood, Owen/Tosh, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom
Summary: Family is what you make of it. And sometimes, they choose you.
Notes: Written for the mistletw promptathon. This is for slythrngodss Hers was: Paring: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Thomas, Tosh/Owen
Genre: Slash, Het, fluff
Festive Theme: They have their own families but really when it comes down to it. They have each other and really that's the closest family they have. Hope you enjoy, this is what I came up with. Also, this is AU. Owen is alive, as is Tosh, and CoE has not happened.
Word Count: From now on, because I'm getyourwordsout, I'll be adding word count for the stories I write in the coming year. Hopefully they'll all add up to 250k words. Anyways, word count= 1019
“Owen, sneak another bite and see what happens to you, I swear,” Jack said, trying his best to glare at the medic, and failing when he just smirked and pointed at the shirt that said 'official taste tester'. “Get out of my kitchen. Out, out...go pester Tosh or Gwen for a bit.”
“No way, there's a reason I'm hiding in here. Gwen has the baby name book out again,” Owen said with a chuckle, “and next thing I know, the question turns to when Tosh and I are going to have kids. Not exactly the conversation I want right now.”
“Woman is obsessed. Where are Rhys and Ianto?”
“Rhys is currently suffering from a severe case of first time daddy obsession. He's as bad as the girls.” Owen said, digging around for a beer in the fridge. “And Ianto isn't back from picking up Martha and Tom from the station. So here I am,” he said, standing back up with a smirk with his prize. “Apparently the only sane man in the house.”
“The world is doomed if you're sane. And if you're staying in here, you're going to work. Start peeling,” Jack said, pointing at the potatoes. When Owen looked like he was going to protest, Jack shrugged, “It's either the potatoes or you get to go deal with the girls.”
“You are a harsh task master, Jack.” He still sat down and started peeling the potatoes. “Just don't expect me to actually do any cooking. Coffee is about the only thing I can do without screwing up. Ask Tosh if you don't believe me.”
“He's worse than Charlie Brown. I wouldn't even trust him to make Chex mix and toast in the morning.”
“Oi,” Owen whined, looking over at Tosh who'd wandered in, “you're supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side,” she said with a smile, “I'm also on the side of our stomachs.”
“Everyone's a critic,” he said, grinning at her.
Tosh walked over to Jack, tasting a bit of the gravy, “Hmm, good, but you could stand a bit more coriander. Will balance out whoever decided to dump what tastes like a whole box of salt,” she looked over at Owen, who was trying to look innocent and failing.
“What?” Jack tasted the gravy, and glared at the younger man. “That's it, you're on dishes tonight.”
“Can I stop peeling these bloody potatoes then?”
“Nope, you're stuck peeling them then cutting them into little cubes. I told you to stay away from the food.” Jack pointed at him with a wooden spoon as Ianto walked into the kitchen.
“Just set them under the tree with the others, make yourself at home,” he called out to Martha and Tom before turning to the kitchen. He took one look at Owen before smirking at Jack. “What he do this time?”
“Oi, he is right here and capable of answering for himself.”
“He tried to 'fix' the gravy by adding too much salt. It's salvageable, but thanks to that, he's getting on dish duty.” He grinned at Martha as she joined the others already in the kitchen, ignoring Owen's little immature moment when the medic stuck his tongue out. “Martha! Glad you and Tom could make it. How's the family?”
“They're all good, they send their love and well wishes,” she said as she hugged him, before hugging Tosh. She looked at Owen, and shook her head with a smile. “You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?”
He shrugged, stopping what he was doing for a minute so he could give the woman a hug. “Part of my job, can't fall out of practice just because it's the holidays,” he smirked.
“How much longer til dinner,” Rhys said, sticking his head into the kitchen, “everyone's here now, and some of us are getting hungry.”
“Rhys, it'll be ready when it's ready, now stop pestering Jack,” Gwen called from the sofa, her feet propped up on an ottoman.
“I'm not pestering him, love, I'm just asking when dinner will be ready.”
Jack just shook his head at the family he'd suddenly found himself with. True, each and everyone had their own families to go to for the holidays, but here they were, at Ianto and his flat. “Shouldn't be more than another hour, Rhys, but there's some roasted nuts in that bowl over there. Why don't you take those out there. In fact, why don't you all go back out there. Yes, even you, Owen,” he chuckled at the man's hopeful expression. He watched them file out, Owen wrapping his arms around Tosh as they went through the door. He raised an eyebrow at Ianto, who stayed behind. “Aren't going out there to entertain the guests?”
Ianto shook his head, a faint smirk on his face. “Oh, I'm fairly certain they can entertain themselves for a bit, someone needs to help you finish up in here.” He sat down, finishing up the last of the potatoes, then paused to look up at Jack. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”
“Merry Christmas, Ianto.” He moved over to the man, giving him a kiss. “Just think, next year this time, we'll probably have to play Santa to at least one infant.”
“Which reminds me, my sister called, wants to know if we're still planning on coming around Christmas day.”
“Well, I hope you told her yes.”
“Of course. I told her we wouldn't miss it. Now,” he said, finishing up with the potatoes and seasoning them, “what else needs to be done?”
Jack listed off a few more things that needed to be done, smiling as they worked side by side. It was little moments, just like this, that made him love Ianto all the more, and the family in the living room. The closest family he'd really had in a long time.
Fandom:Torchwood
Characters: Team Torchwood, Owen/Tosh, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom
Summary: Family is what you make of it. And sometimes, they choose you.
Notes: Written for the mistletw promptathon. This is for slythrngodss Hers was: Paring: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Thomas, Tosh/Owen
Genre: Slash, Het, fluff
Festive Theme: They have their own families but really when it comes down to it. They have each other and really that's the closest family they have. Hope you enjoy, this is what I came up with. Also, this is AU. Owen is alive, as is Tosh, and CoE has not happened.
Word Count: From now on, because I'm getyourwordsout, I'll be adding word count for the stories I write in the coming year. Hopefully they'll all add up to 250k words. Anyways, word count= 1019
“Owen, sneak another bite and see what happens to you, I swear,” Jack said, trying his best to glare at the medic, and failing when he just smirked and pointed at the shirt that said 'official taste tester'. “Get out of my kitchen. Out, out...go pester Tosh or Gwen for a bit.”
“No way, there's a reason I'm hiding in here. Gwen has the baby name book out again,” Owen said with a chuckle, “and next thing I know, the question turns to when Tosh and I are going to have kids. Not exactly the conversation I want right now.”
“Woman is obsessed. Where are Rhys and Ianto?”
“Rhys is currently suffering from a severe case of first time daddy obsession. He's as bad as the girls.” Owen said, digging around for a beer in the fridge. “And Ianto isn't back from picking up Martha and Tom from the station. So here I am,” he said, standing back up with a smirk with his prize. “Apparently the only sane man in the house.”
“The world is doomed if you're sane. And if you're staying in here, you're going to work. Start peeling,” Jack said, pointing at the potatoes. When Owen looked like he was going to protest, Jack shrugged, “It's either the potatoes or you get to go deal with the girls.”
“You are a harsh task master, Jack.” He still sat down and started peeling the potatoes. “Just don't expect me to actually do any cooking. Coffee is about the only thing I can do without screwing up. Ask Tosh if you don't believe me.”
“He's worse than Charlie Brown. I wouldn't even trust him to make Chex mix and toast in the morning.”
“Oi,” Owen whined, looking over at Tosh who'd wandered in, “you're supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side,” she said with a smile, “I'm also on the side of our stomachs.”
“Everyone's a critic,” he said, grinning at her.
Tosh walked over to Jack, tasting a bit of the gravy, “Hmm, good, but you could stand a bit more coriander. Will balance out whoever decided to dump what tastes like a whole box of salt,” she looked over at Owen, who was trying to look innocent and failing.
“What?” Jack tasted the gravy, and glared at the younger man. “That's it, you're on dishes tonight.”
“Can I stop peeling these bloody potatoes then?”
“Nope, you're stuck peeling them then cutting them into little cubes. I told you to stay away from the food.” Jack pointed at him with a wooden spoon as Ianto walked into the kitchen.
“Just set them under the tree with the others, make yourself at home,” he called out to Martha and Tom before turning to the kitchen. He took one look at Owen before smirking at Jack. “What he do this time?”
“Oi, he is right here and capable of answering for himself.”
“He tried to 'fix' the gravy by adding too much salt. It's salvageable, but thanks to that, he's getting on dish duty.” He grinned at Martha as she joined the others already in the kitchen, ignoring Owen's little immature moment when the medic stuck his tongue out. “Martha! Glad you and Tom could make it. How's the family?”
“They're all good, they send their love and well wishes,” she said as she hugged him, before hugging Tosh. She looked at Owen, and shook her head with a smile. “You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?”
He shrugged, stopping what he was doing for a minute so he could give the woman a hug. “Part of my job, can't fall out of practice just because it's the holidays,” he smirked.
“How much longer til dinner,” Rhys said, sticking his head into the kitchen, “everyone's here now, and some of us are getting hungry.”
“Rhys, it'll be ready when it's ready, now stop pestering Jack,” Gwen called from the sofa, her feet propped up on an ottoman.
“I'm not pestering him, love, I'm just asking when dinner will be ready.”
Jack just shook his head at the family he'd suddenly found himself with. True, each and everyone had their own families to go to for the holidays, but here they were, at Ianto and his flat. “Shouldn't be more than another hour, Rhys, but there's some roasted nuts in that bowl over there. Why don't you take those out there. In fact, why don't you all go back out there. Yes, even you, Owen,” he chuckled at the man's hopeful expression. He watched them file out, Owen wrapping his arms around Tosh as they went through the door. He raised an eyebrow at Ianto, who stayed behind. “Aren't going out there to entertain the guests?”
Ianto shook his head, a faint smirk on his face. “Oh, I'm fairly certain they can entertain themselves for a bit, someone needs to help you finish up in here.” He sat down, finishing up the last of the potatoes, then paused to look up at Jack. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”
“Merry Christmas, Ianto.” He moved over to the man, giving him a kiss. “Just think, next year this time, we'll probably have to play Santa to at least one infant.”
“Which reminds me, my sister called, wants to know if we're still planning on coming around Christmas day.”
“Well, I hope you told her yes.”
“Of course. I told her we wouldn't miss it. Now,” he said, finishing up with the potatoes and seasoning them, “what else needs to be done?”
Jack listed off a few more things that needed to be done, smiling as they worked side by side. It was little moments, just like this, that made him love Ianto all the more, and the family in the living room. The closest family he'd really had in a long time.