Fic challenge!
Title: All's Fair
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, mysterious guest stars
Rating: Very mild PG, for inference of a M/M relationship
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Still being silly.
Summary: All's fair in love and war, especially when all parties concerned are likely to cheat like nobody's business! Challenge response for Day Nineteen over on horizonssing.
Ianto viewed the flowers with intense suspicion. They had just been delivered by the local florist, with a card saying 'to my dearest darling' but there had been no signature so Ianto had no idea who they were for. Studying the pink, white and pale green confection, Ianto decided that they had better be for Gwen. Ianto had no objections to pink roses or peonies in a garden, but he preferred something a little less girlie if he were to receive flowers. Not that he ever had been given flowers, which was a small bone of contention. He'd given Lisa and everyone else he cared about flowers for every conceivable occasion and hinted with ever decreasing finesse that he fully believed in equality between the sexes and wouldn't consider it unmanly if he was given a nice bunch of dark blue iris, or deep red roses or even innocent white narcissi. No-one had ever picked up on the hints and the only time Ianto's vases ever got a work-out was when he bought flowers for himself.
The writing on the card was unfamiliar, so he didn't think the flowers were for him. After a moment's thought, he took them down into the Hub and presented them to Gwen. She looked startled, but very appreciative.
"Thanks, Ianto! What's the occasion?"
Ianto shrugged, alarmed by the fact that she didn't seem to think she would be receiving flowers. "I don't know. They were delivered upstairs and I thought they'd be for you."
Gwen examined the card and frowned. "I don't recognise the handwriting. Let me check with Rhys in case he phoned the order through and someone in the shop wrote the card."
It took her seconds to determine that Rhys hadn't sent the flowers and a good ten minutes to convince him that that didn't mean Jack had sent them to her. Rolling his eyes, Ianto picked up the bouquet and headed for Jack's office. Unless he missed his guess, someone was going to get himself put on decaff in the next few minutes.
"Ianto, you shouldn't have!" Jack said in delight as his eyes fell on the bouquet Ianto was offering him.
"I didn't," Ianto said, assuming The Look.
Jack immediately snatched his hand back as if the bouquet had suddenly sprouted tentacles (although Ianto was fairly certain that Jack wouldn't be phased by an alien bouquet). "Then it can't possibly be for me," he declared with a pious certainty that would have fooled anyone who had never spent more than an hour in his presence.
"Why don't you look at the card?" Ianto inquired with an affability that made Jack twitch and oh-so-casually shift his Webley from its position on the desk in front of Ianto to one that was a lot less convenient for the Welshman to reach.
"Oh, I don't think-"
"Read it!" Ianto barked.
Leaping out of his skin, Jack automatically reached out and plucked the card from the flowers. Ianto didn't have to wait until he'd read the words; the look on Jack's face as soon as he saw the writing told the younger man all he needed to know. He placed the bouquet on the table with exaggerated care and turned to leave the room.
"Ianto-?"
Pausing at the entrance to Jack's office, Ianto whirled around and drew himself up to his full height. "You are sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future," he said with dignity, "you can get your own coffee and I will not be mending your greatcoat if it gets ripped, burned or covered in bodily fluids, whether human or otherwise. And Captain?" He waited until he was certain he had Jack's full and slightly paranoid attention. "I'd be very careful about playing in the Archives in the immediate future, if I were you."
He turned and left the office, manfully suppressing the urge to slam the door and swept past a worried-looking Gwen to go to the Archives. This was going to cost Captain Jack I'm-so-bloody-irresistable Harkness!
OOOO
Donna paused in her study of the brochure detailing the shopping delights of Paradisio Cassella III to give the Doctor a narrow-eyed look. "What are you up to?" she demanded.
"Who, me?" the Doctor asked in overdone innocence. "Why would I be up to something?"
"Well, that shit-eating grin is a dead giveaway," Donna observed. "You only grin like that when you think you've stitched someone up, good and proper. Who were you phoning?"
The Doctor looked down at the mobile phone Martha had left behind. "Oh, just a florist," he said airily. "Thought it would be nice to send someone I know a nice bunch of flowers."
"Hmmm," Donna said, looking less than impressed. "I still think you're up to something, but I don't suppose sending someone flowers can cause too much trouble."
She went back to reading her brochure and the Doctor's grin widened. So Ianto Jones wanted to declare war, did he? Well, the Doctor was more than up for it. He'd soon teach certain uppity young Welshmen that they couldn't just waltz in and pinch Companions out from right under the Doctor's nose without a fight! Especially when the Doctor could pop back in time and write an entire stockpile of cards to be sent with various bouquets and gifts.
"All's fair in love and war," the Doctor chortled to himself as he debated the relative merits of hand-made chocolates or fine wines. "And if the mobile phone and mysterious text messages fail, there's always the Internet!"
OOOO
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, mysterious guest stars
Rating: Very mild PG, for inference of a M/M relationship
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Still being silly.
Summary: All's fair in love and war, especially when all parties concerned are likely to cheat like nobody's business! Challenge response for Day Nineteen over on horizonssing.
Ianto viewed the flowers with intense suspicion. They had just been delivered by the local florist, with a card saying 'to my dearest darling' but there had been no signature so Ianto had no idea who they were for. Studying the pink, white and pale green confection, Ianto decided that they had better be for Gwen. Ianto had no objections to pink roses or peonies in a garden, but he preferred something a little less girlie if he were to receive flowers. Not that he ever had been given flowers, which was a small bone of contention. He'd given Lisa and everyone else he cared about flowers for every conceivable occasion and hinted with ever decreasing finesse that he fully believed in equality between the sexes and wouldn't consider it unmanly if he was given a nice bunch of dark blue iris, or deep red roses or even innocent white narcissi. No-one had ever picked up on the hints and the only time Ianto's vases ever got a work-out was when he bought flowers for himself.
The writing on the card was unfamiliar, so he didn't think the flowers were for him. After a moment's thought, he took them down into the Hub and presented them to Gwen. She looked startled, but very appreciative.
"Thanks, Ianto! What's the occasion?"
Ianto shrugged, alarmed by the fact that she didn't seem to think she would be receiving flowers. "I don't know. They were delivered upstairs and I thought they'd be for you."
Gwen examined the card and frowned. "I don't recognise the handwriting. Let me check with Rhys in case he phoned the order through and someone in the shop wrote the card."
It took her seconds to determine that Rhys hadn't sent the flowers and a good ten minutes to convince him that that didn't mean Jack had sent them to her. Rolling his eyes, Ianto picked up the bouquet and headed for Jack's office. Unless he missed his guess, someone was going to get himself put on decaff in the next few minutes.
"Ianto, you shouldn't have!" Jack said in delight as his eyes fell on the bouquet Ianto was offering him.
"I didn't," Ianto said, assuming The Look.
Jack immediately snatched his hand back as if the bouquet had suddenly sprouted tentacles (although Ianto was fairly certain that Jack wouldn't be phased by an alien bouquet). "Then it can't possibly be for me," he declared with a pious certainty that would have fooled anyone who had never spent more than an hour in his presence.
"Why don't you look at the card?" Ianto inquired with an affability that made Jack twitch and oh-so-casually shift his Webley from its position on the desk in front of Ianto to one that was a lot less convenient for the Welshman to reach.
"Oh, I don't think-"
"Read it!" Ianto barked.
Leaping out of his skin, Jack automatically reached out and plucked the card from the flowers. Ianto didn't have to wait until he'd read the words; the look on Jack's face as soon as he saw the writing told the younger man all he needed to know. He placed the bouquet on the table with exaggerated care and turned to leave the room.
"Ianto-?"
Pausing at the entrance to Jack's office, Ianto whirled around and drew himself up to his full height. "You are sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future," he said with dignity, "you can get your own coffee and I will not be mending your greatcoat if it gets ripped, burned or covered in bodily fluids, whether human or otherwise. And Captain?" He waited until he was certain he had Jack's full and slightly paranoid attention. "I'd be very careful about playing in the Archives in the immediate future, if I were you."
He turned and left the office, manfully suppressing the urge to slam the door and swept past a worried-looking Gwen to go to the Archives. This was going to cost Captain Jack I'm-so-bloody-irresistable Harkness!
OOOO
Donna paused in her study of the brochure detailing the shopping delights of Paradisio Cassella III to give the Doctor a narrow-eyed look. "What are you up to?" she demanded.
"Who, me?" the Doctor asked in overdone innocence. "Why would I be up to something?"
"Well, that shit-eating grin is a dead giveaway," Donna observed. "You only grin like that when you think you've stitched someone up, good and proper. Who were you phoning?"
The Doctor looked down at the mobile phone Martha had left behind. "Oh, just a florist," he said airily. "Thought it would be nice to send someone I know a nice bunch of flowers."
"Hmmm," Donna said, looking less than impressed. "I still think you're up to something, but I don't suppose sending someone flowers can cause too much trouble."
She went back to reading her brochure and the Doctor's grin widened. So Ianto Jones wanted to declare war, did he? Well, the Doctor was more than up for it. He'd soon teach certain uppity young Welshmen that they couldn't just waltz in and pinch Companions out from right under the Doctor's nose without a fight! Especially when the Doctor could pop back in time and write an entire stockpile of cards to be sent with various bouquets and gifts.
"All's fair in love and war," the Doctor chortled to himself as he debated the relative merits of hand-made chocolates or fine wines. "And if the mobile phone and mysterious text messages fail, there's always the Internet!"
OOOO