Torchwood: Ensemble, Reading The Newspaper
Title: Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: amidalashari
Theme: Five Domestic Behaviours: Reading The Newspaper
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They read about it in the newspaper, of course.
They read about it in the newspaper, of course.
It had hardly been a covert mission; not one of their best, they all agreed. Not exactly front page material, thankfully; it had taken Ianto nearly five minutes to find it, sometime between being sent to make coffee and returning without it.
"We may have a bit of a situation," he says, and Gwen looks up sharply; coming from Ianto, this might mean anything from the end of the world to the absence of fresh coffee beans. (She's not really sure which is worse.)
"What kind of situation?" Jack asks guardedly. Ianto hands over the paper, already flipped to page seventeen where the headline sits tucked into a corner. There's a silence - it would be tense, if any of them had the energy for it - and then Jack lowers the paper, frowning.
"What is it?" Tosh is the first to ask; Gwen's sure she would have thought of it, sooner or later.
"Explosion in Cardiff Underground," Jack recites blankly; Ianto winces, and Gwen can feel Owen's hand hovering over the small of her back.
"That's not good," she says, and she knows she's stating the obvious, but it's been a long day.
"No," Jack says, and she really wishes he'd said something different. Ianto reaches for his hand, and Jack takes it, seemingly unthinkingly.
"What are they blaming it on?" Tosh asks, and Jack turns to look at her.
"Secret government conspiracy seems to be the most popular theory."
Ouch. "That hits a little close to home," and Gwen's not entirely sure if she said it out loud.
"What are we going to do?" Owen's even closer now, and Gwen can feel his breath against her hair.
Jack's looking down, now; he reaches for the newspaper, flings it across the nearest uncluttered desk. "We'll figure it out."
The time for questions is over now, apparently; Jack disappears into his office, followed a minute later by Ianto, and Gwen can feel Owen's hand pressed flush against her back.
(Tosh glances at them, briefly, and Gwen smiles back at her; not noticing, or pretending not to, Tosh looks away.)
"We should get you cleaned up," Owen says, and he's in front of her, pulling down the zipper of her jacket; she's too tired to protest, really, even if she were of a mind to, but she must be looking at him oddly, because he smiles. "Check out your injuries."
"Oh. Right."
His hands skim over her stomach, and she breathes in sharply; Owen looks vaguely apologetic, but once he's helped her get her jacket off, his hands return to her waist.
"I suppose you'll want me naked for that," she says, and he moves in a little closer.
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: amidalashari
Theme: Five Domestic Behaviours: Reading The Newspaper
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They read about it in the newspaper, of course.
They read about it in the newspaper, of course.
It had hardly been a covert mission; not one of their best, they all agreed. Not exactly front page material, thankfully; it had taken Ianto nearly five minutes to find it, sometime between being sent to make coffee and returning without it.
"We may have a bit of a situation," he says, and Gwen looks up sharply; coming from Ianto, this might mean anything from the end of the world to the absence of fresh coffee beans. (She's not really sure which is worse.)
"What kind of situation?" Jack asks guardedly. Ianto hands over the paper, already flipped to page seventeen where the headline sits tucked into a corner. There's a silence - it would be tense, if any of them had the energy for it - and then Jack lowers the paper, frowning.
"What is it?" Tosh is the first to ask; Gwen's sure she would have thought of it, sooner or later.
"Explosion in Cardiff Underground," Jack recites blankly; Ianto winces, and Gwen can feel Owen's hand hovering over the small of her back.
"That's not good," she says, and she knows she's stating the obvious, but it's been a long day.
"No," Jack says, and she really wishes he'd said something different. Ianto reaches for his hand, and Jack takes it, seemingly unthinkingly.
"What are they blaming it on?" Tosh asks, and Jack turns to look at her.
"Secret government conspiracy seems to be the most popular theory."
Ouch. "That hits a little close to home," and Gwen's not entirely sure if she said it out loud.
"What are we going to do?" Owen's even closer now, and Gwen can feel his breath against her hair.
Jack's looking down, now; he reaches for the newspaper, flings it across the nearest uncluttered desk. "We'll figure it out."
The time for questions is over now, apparently; Jack disappears into his office, followed a minute later by Ianto, and Gwen can feel Owen's hand pressed flush against her back.
(Tosh glances at them, briefly, and Gwen smiles back at her; not noticing, or pretending not to, Tosh looks away.)
"We should get you cleaned up," Owen says, and he's in front of her, pulling down the zipper of her jacket; she's too tired to protest, really, even if she were of a mind to, but she must be looking at him oddly, because he smiles. "Check out your injuries."
"Oh. Right."
His hands skim over her stomach, and she breathes in sharply; Owen looks vaguely apologetic, but once he's helped her get her jacket off, his hands return to her waist.
"I suppose you'll want me naked for that," she says, and he moves in a little closer.