[fic] Interrogation (2/2) - Janto
Title: Interrogation (2/2)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Janto
Summary: Martha interrogates Ianto.
Notes: First chapter in Martha's POV. This one in Ianto's.
"So Jack asked me if I could get you a UNIT cap to wear."
Ianto looked up at Martha, the statement stunning him into silence for a second. "Did he?" Ianto could feel the blood rising to his cheeks and he turned away from the other to hide it as he made a beeline for escape. "Well, red is my color." He hoped that didn't come out as strained and embarrassed as he thought it did. For Jack to even think that he'd wear...
His mind's train of thought was interrupted by Martha's question. "So am I right in thinking that you and he..." Ianto looked at the doctor just as she made her suggestive expression. Not that Ianto needed it. Everyone asked it and although Ianto liked to think he wasn't that transparent, he knew that Jack was. At least when it came to things like this. Ianto wondered idly if Jack knew the word subtle or if it was one of those things that just slipped his mind.
Must be the old age.
"We..." Ianto floundered around for a word that best described them. Sure, they dated. And did it numerous times before then (Ianto couldn't even think it in his head without blushing). But what were they? They didn't have a relationship in the traditional sense, but it was something and Ianto liked to think that he was more than just a 'part-time shag' like Owen so gracefully put it (which was true at the time, but now things were different. Jack was different).
"Dabble." There. That was a word, right?
"Yeah?" Martha pressed and Ianto felt the smile rise before he could stop it. Although they had only known her for a short amount of time, she already felt like part of the team. Especially since she knew so much more about Jack than any of them did. More than Ianto did. Which somehow made a bubble of green burst up from somewhere in the vicinity of his heart.
"Yeah." Ianto knew that his response had answered the hidden question from the expression on the woman's face. She was practically glowing. Much like Gwen did when Ianto finally broke and told her his secret (he'd been drunk with sorrow and now he thinks it was a bad idea to let Gwen know anything because now that Jack was back he couldn't get the girl to stop squealing).
"So what's his dabbling like?" Martha's question was much like Gwen's. Why did everyone want to know how good Jack was in bed? He was sure by the end of this Martha and Gwen would be sharing notes. Now he was thinking that he should have stopped that girl bonding exercise also known as 'touring the hub', Jack or no. It was bad for him and his sanity. And his sexual life. Because Jack would overhear their chatter and then be insufferable for the next three weeks.
God, that ego.
"Innovative." Ianto responded as-a-matter-of-factly. "Bordering on the avant-guard."
"Really?" Martha's eyebrows raise in disbelief and Ianto knows that there's a smirk on his face.
"Oh, yeah..." Because he knows it's unbelievable. Hell, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't experienced it himself again and again.
And then Ianto remembers himself and the mask slips back in place. No good sitting around and daydreaming with work to be done. Besides, the faster things are done, the faster he can get back to 'experiencing'. "Well, shall we get your cover story sorted?"
When he passed Jack on the way to the Archives later that day, he felt a whisper at his ear. "Innovative, huh?"
Next time he'd remember to turn off the CCTVs.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Janto
Summary: Martha interrogates Ianto.
Notes: First chapter in Martha's POV. This one in Ianto's.
"So Jack asked me if I could get you a UNIT cap to wear."
Ianto looked up at Martha, the statement stunning him into silence for a second. "Did he?" Ianto could feel the blood rising to his cheeks and he turned away from the other to hide it as he made a beeline for escape. "Well, red is my color." He hoped that didn't come out as strained and embarrassed as he thought it did. For Jack to even think that he'd wear...
His mind's train of thought was interrupted by Martha's question. "So am I right in thinking that you and he..." Ianto looked at the doctor just as she made her suggestive expression. Not that Ianto needed it. Everyone asked it and although Ianto liked to think he wasn't that transparent, he knew that Jack was. At least when it came to things like this. Ianto wondered idly if Jack knew the word subtle or if it was one of those things that just slipped his mind.
Must be the old age.
"We..." Ianto floundered around for a word that best described them. Sure, they dated. And did it numerous times before then (Ianto couldn't even think it in his head without blushing). But what were they? They didn't have a relationship in the traditional sense, but it was something and Ianto liked to think that he was more than just a 'part-time shag' like Owen so gracefully put it (which was true at the time, but now things were different. Jack was different).
"Dabble." There. That was a word, right?
"Yeah?" Martha pressed and Ianto felt the smile rise before he could stop it. Although they had only known her for a short amount of time, she already felt like part of the team. Especially since she knew so much more about Jack than any of them did. More than Ianto did. Which somehow made a bubble of green burst up from somewhere in the vicinity of his heart.
"Yeah." Ianto knew that his response had answered the hidden question from the expression on the woman's face. She was practically glowing. Much like Gwen did when Ianto finally broke and told her his secret (he'd been drunk with sorrow and now he thinks it was a bad idea to let Gwen know anything because now that Jack was back he couldn't get the girl to stop squealing).
"So what's his dabbling like?" Martha's question was much like Gwen's. Why did everyone want to know how good Jack was in bed? He was sure by the end of this Martha and Gwen would be sharing notes. Now he was thinking that he should have stopped that girl bonding exercise also known as 'touring the hub', Jack or no. It was bad for him and his sanity. And his sexual life. Because Jack would overhear their chatter and then be insufferable for the next three weeks.
God, that ego.
"Innovative." Ianto responded as-a-matter-of-factly. "Bordering on the avant-guard."
"Really?" Martha's eyebrows raise in disbelief and Ianto knows that there's a smirk on his face.
"Oh, yeah..." Because he knows it's unbelievable. Hell, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't experienced it himself again and again.
And then Ianto remembers himself and the mask slips back in place. No good sitting around and daydreaming with work to be done. Besides, the faster things are done, the faster he can get back to 'experiencing'. "Well, shall we get your cover story sorted?"
When he passed Jack on the way to the Archives later that day, he felt a whisper at his ear. "Innovative, huh?"
Next time he'd remember to turn off the CCTVs.