Zombiegeddon 2008: Torchwood
Fandom: Torchwood
Title: Zombiegeddon 2008: Ianto
Length (words): 887
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not a one.
Summary: Ianto has heard about the Blog Like It's The End Of The World event. He decides to post an entry in his LJ. Jack once again tries creative writing.
Author's Notes: Humor.
Ianto
We've been trapped in the warehouse for over an hour. The zombies caught us by surprise while we were hunting a pack of weevils. They were easily recognizable, unlike the ones we had defeated last March. Slow, clumsy, shuffling, and demanding brains marked them as zombies. Zombies between team Torchwood and the SUV. Jack led us into the warehouse where we blocked the doors. Unfortunately, the weapons we have with us are not the Ganthian rifles or any of the other large weapons we'd have access to if we were at the Hub. Our pistols work excellently, but only with a head shot. Apparently, you really do need to destroy the brains. Our stun guns have no effect.
As we speak, Jack is recovering. Some of the zombies made it inside and we discovered they were happy to feed on Jack's brains, giving the rest of us a chance to rally and repel the minor invasion. I'm currently considering the possibility of making it to the SUV by using Jack to lure them in while we escape out the back. We have heavier weapons there that should allow us to retrieve him, or at least recover the body. Gwen and Tosh seem reluctant to consider this plan, but Owen is in perfect agreement with me.
It's not as if he'll stay dead, after all.
end journal entry
~*~
"Ianto!"
"Yes Jack? You called?" Ianto asked, entering Jack's office with a cup of coffee which he placed on the desk.
"Thanks, but that's not what I wanted to see you about," Jack said, picking up the cup and taking a sip of his coffee. "You do know that I'm from the 51st century? That today's advanced technology is child's play to me?"
"I was aware of that, yes." Ianto replied, a quizzical expression on his face.
"Are you also aware that Toshiko is an absolute genius with computers, but that I was the one to hone and refine her skills? Help her take it to the next level?" Jack leaned back in his chair, holding his cup, waiting.
"Actually, no. Jack, what -"
Jack held up a hand to forestall Ianto's questions. "The point is, I know my way around a computer and I certainly know my way around the internet."
Jack leaned forward, placing his coffee back on the desk with a thump.
"'It's not as if he'll stay dead, after all?'"
Ianto was silent for a moment. "Found my private LJ, did you?"
"I must say I'm disappointed with your tactical planning skills. Feed the Captain to the zombies was the best you could do?" Jack asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Well, you are incredibly self-sacrificing," Ianto replied. "As well as handsome and daring, and did I mention forgiving?"
Jack grinned. "You can make it up to me after work. Let's see how self-sacrificing you can be for a change."
Ianto smiled, and said, "I'm sure I can find some way to make it up to you." Turning to go, he stopped when Jack called to him.
"You already have. Check your email."
Jack
It worked! I'd managed to get Gwen, Owen, and Tosh safely to the SUV. That left Ianto and I trapped in the warehouse, just the way I'd planned it. I had no doubt the others would make it to the Hub, retrieve the Ganthian rifles and other heavy weaponry, and then save Cardiff, the world, and us. Zombies were no match for the unbeatable team of Torchwood Three. Until then, I turned to the shy, trembling, virgin beside me.
"We're safe, for now," I told him.
Ianto turned to me, large doe eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Jack!" he exclaimed, throwing his slender body into my arms, burying his face against my chest.
I held the beautiful boy to my breast, gently stroking his hair. "Shh. It's alright. I'm not going to let anything happen to you," I reasurred him. "I would never let anything happen to you."
As he continued to tremble, minute shivers running through his body, I placed my fingers under his chin and raised his face to mine.
"Ianto," I breathed, as I placed my lips against his and kissed him for the first time. His lips were sweet and ripe like strawberries, and they parted for me. I swept my tongue inside his mouth, plundering it's treasures, feeling my own sap rising at the same time. His innocence, his virginal beauty, was a potent aphrodisiac. I felt as if I must be inside him, as if I must be the first and only one to -
~"~
"Jack!" Ianto had checked his email and found a link to Jack's LJ. To a particular entry in Jack's LJ.
"Did you get to the part where my 'throbbing manhood pulses inside your hot man cave'? I really like that part."
"There will be no throbbing or pulsing in your future, I can promise you that!" Ianto said, his face blushing a bright pink with embarrassment.
"Fair's fair, Ianto. You feed me to the zombies, so I -"
"Write bad porn about me?" Ianto whispered.
Jack shrugged and grinned, looking smug. "Hey, you have your methods, and I have mine."
With that, Captain Jack Harkness turned and took the stairs up to his office, inscrutable as ever.
Title: Zombiegeddon 2008: Ianto
Length (words): 887
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not a one.
Summary: Ianto has heard about the Blog Like It's The End Of The World event. He decides to post an entry in his LJ. Jack once again tries creative writing.
Author's Notes: Humor.
Ianto
We've been trapped in the warehouse for over an hour. The zombies caught us by surprise while we were hunting a pack of weevils. They were easily recognizable, unlike the ones we had defeated last March. Slow, clumsy, shuffling, and demanding brains marked them as zombies. Zombies between team Torchwood and the SUV. Jack led us into the warehouse where we blocked the doors. Unfortunately, the weapons we have with us are not the Ganthian rifles or any of the other large weapons we'd have access to if we were at the Hub. Our pistols work excellently, but only with a head shot. Apparently, you really do need to destroy the brains. Our stun guns have no effect.
As we speak, Jack is recovering. Some of the zombies made it inside and we discovered they were happy to feed on Jack's brains, giving the rest of us a chance to rally and repel the minor invasion. I'm currently considering the possibility of making it to the SUV by using Jack to lure them in while we escape out the back. We have heavier weapons there that should allow us to retrieve him, or at least recover the body. Gwen and Tosh seem reluctant to consider this plan, but Owen is in perfect agreement with me.
It's not as if he'll stay dead, after all.
end journal entry
~*~
"Ianto!"
"Yes Jack? You called?" Ianto asked, entering Jack's office with a cup of coffee which he placed on the desk.
"Thanks, but that's not what I wanted to see you about," Jack said, picking up the cup and taking a sip of his coffee. "You do know that I'm from the 51st century? That today's advanced technology is child's play to me?"
"I was aware of that, yes." Ianto replied, a quizzical expression on his face.
"Are you also aware that Toshiko is an absolute genius with computers, but that I was the one to hone and refine her skills? Help her take it to the next level?" Jack leaned back in his chair, holding his cup, waiting.
"Actually, no. Jack, what -"
Jack held up a hand to forestall Ianto's questions. "The point is, I know my way around a computer and I certainly know my way around the internet."
Jack leaned forward, placing his coffee back on the desk with a thump.
"'It's not as if he'll stay dead, after all?'"
Ianto was silent for a moment. "Found my private LJ, did you?"
"I must say I'm disappointed with your tactical planning skills. Feed the Captain to the zombies was the best you could do?" Jack asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Well, you are incredibly self-sacrificing," Ianto replied. "As well as handsome and daring, and did I mention forgiving?"
Jack grinned. "You can make it up to me after work. Let's see how self-sacrificing you can be for a change."
Ianto smiled, and said, "I'm sure I can find some way to make it up to you." Turning to go, he stopped when Jack called to him.
"You already have. Check your email."
Jack
It worked! I'd managed to get Gwen, Owen, and Tosh safely to the SUV. That left Ianto and I trapped in the warehouse, just the way I'd planned it. I had no doubt the others would make it to the Hub, retrieve the Ganthian rifles and other heavy weaponry, and then save Cardiff, the world, and us. Zombies were no match for the unbeatable team of Torchwood Three. Until then, I turned to the shy, trembling, virgin beside me.
"We're safe, for now," I told him.
Ianto turned to me, large doe eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Jack!" he exclaimed, throwing his slender body into my arms, burying his face against my chest.
I held the beautiful boy to my breast, gently stroking his hair. "Shh. It's alright. I'm not going to let anything happen to you," I reasurred him. "I would never let anything happen to you."
As he continued to tremble, minute shivers running through his body, I placed my fingers under his chin and raised his face to mine.
"Ianto," I breathed, as I placed my lips against his and kissed him for the first time. His lips were sweet and ripe like strawberries, and they parted for me. I swept my tongue inside his mouth, plundering it's treasures, feeling my own sap rising at the same time. His innocence, his virginal beauty, was a potent aphrodisiac. I felt as if I must be inside him, as if I must be the first and only one to -
~"~
"Jack!" Ianto had checked his email and found a link to Jack's LJ. To a particular entry in Jack's LJ.
"Did you get to the part where my 'throbbing manhood pulses inside your hot man cave'? I really like that part."
"There will be no throbbing or pulsing in your future, I can promise you that!" Ianto said, his face blushing a bright pink with embarrassment.
"Fair's fair, Ianto. You feed me to the zombies, so I -"
"Write bad porn about me?" Ianto whispered.
Jack shrugged and grinned, looking smug. "Hey, you have your methods, and I have mine."
With that, Captain Jack Harkness turned and took the stairs up to his office, inscrutable as ever.