[TW fic] They Were Promised Flying Cars (Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys; G)
Title: They Were Promised Flying Cars
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Rating: G
Stuff you should know: Written for writerinadrawer round 4.01
Additional notes: One of the three requirements this round was to reference a 20th century TV show (we also had a word limit of 200 words, which I think I suffered for, and had to use the line "I've been waiting for this."). I went either subtle or vague on the TV show front, so, fyi, "20 Minutes Into the Future" was the tag-line of "Max Headroom" which did have an episode as described below.
"It's always sort of weird, isn't it? When it turns out the future was like five years ago?" Rhys said, reaching across Gwen into the bowl of popcorn sat in Jack's lap. "Twenty minutes into the future my arse."
Jack shrugged. "You get used to it."
"You would," Gwen and Ianto muttered simultaneously.
"I love that," Jack declared.
Rhys made an interrogative sound.
"When we gang up on him," Gwen explained.
"Hey, trying to watch here!"
They settled down, the silence first awkward, then companionable, until Ianto bolted from where he'd been sitting on the arm of the couch, leaning comfortably against Jack.
"Ianto?" Gwen called after him.
Jack sighed when he heard the man retching in the bathroom.
"I've been waiting for this," he said, resigned.
She made a face, confused.
"Machine parts, body bank episode. Probably raising some issues."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Maybe not the best choice for video night."
"I thought you two were past that," she said.
"Torchwood," Rhys declared. "Where the best that can be said is that some days are worse than others."
"It's not all bad," Jack said with a weary smile as levered himself guiltily off the couch to go check on Ianto.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Rating: G
Stuff you should know: Written for writerinadrawer round 4.01
Additional notes: One of the three requirements this round was to reference a 20th century TV show (we also had a word limit of 200 words, which I think I suffered for, and had to use the line "I've been waiting for this."). I went either subtle or vague on the TV show front, so, fyi, "20 Minutes Into the Future" was the tag-line of "Max Headroom" which did have an episode as described below.
"It's always sort of weird, isn't it? When it turns out the future was like five years ago?" Rhys said, reaching across Gwen into the bowl of popcorn sat in Jack's lap. "Twenty minutes into the future my arse."
Jack shrugged. "You get used to it."
"You would," Gwen and Ianto muttered simultaneously.
"I love that," Jack declared.
Rhys made an interrogative sound.
"When we gang up on him," Gwen explained.
"Hey, trying to watch here!"
They settled down, the silence first awkward, then companionable, until Ianto bolted from where he'd been sitting on the arm of the couch, leaning comfortably against Jack.
"Ianto?" Gwen called after him.
Jack sighed when he heard the man retching in the bathroom.
"I've been waiting for this," he said, resigned.
She made a face, confused.
"Machine parts, body bank episode. Probably raising some issues."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Maybe not the best choice for video night."
"I thought you two were past that," she said.
"Torchwood," Rhys declared. "Where the best that can be said is that some days are worse than others."
"It's not all bad," Jack said with a weary smile as levered himself guiltily off the couch to go check on Ianto.