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Title: Guess Who?
Author: haces222
Summary: It's Valentine's Day (Yeah I know I'm early)
Pairing: Ianto/Owen
Authors notes: I wrote this for
avon_09who asked for Ianto/Owen pairing.
As Ianto entered the information centre his gaze fell on the large red envelope nestled between his ‘Cardiff The Tour’s Guide’ and ‘Cardiff in the New Millennium’ pamphlets. Smiling as he picked it up, and turned it over in his hand. Recognising the handwriting on the front, he tried to picture the card inside, imagining some gaudy picture that would probably be musical just to top it off.
He reached over and grabbed his silver ornate letter opener, and after slitting the envelope he pulled out a truly beautiful card. It was perfect, tasteful with just a little sentimentality.
Opening it, his gaze swept over the short poem and stopped short at the ‘Your Secret Admirer’. Laughing at the words, the amount of times he’d seen that handwriting, (usually on expense forms) were too many to be counted.
Thinking back over the several weeks, since Jack had disappeared clinging to the side of the TARDIS, Ianto had found himself getting closer to the Owen. It had all started when in a moment of camaraderie, and to clear the air Ianto had offered to take the doctor out for a beer in apology for shooting him. One meeting had evolved into several more as the two men found they had many things in common, including their desire to excel at whatever they turned their hand to.
It didn’t take too many visits to the local for Ianto to see beneath the brash, cocky exterior of the doctor, was a heart that truly cared. Losing Diane had hit Owen just as hard as losing Jack had hit himself. And though he’d never contemplated walking into the cage with a Weevil, the closeness he’d developed with Owen had helped with the aching loneliness inside.
Lost in his thoughts, Ianto barely registered the sound of the bell as the door to the information centre was opened.
Looking up, the words of welcome died on lips as he took in the figure before him. Standing tall and erect, with twinkling blue eyes and a smile that would send pulses racing. A large bouquet of deep purple roses in his right hand.
Jack’s eyes ran hungrily down the lithe form of the Welshman, coming to rest on the valentine card he still held. The smile slowly dissolved.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
Author: haces222
Summary: It's Valentine's Day (Yeah I know I'm early)
Pairing: Ianto/Owen
Authors notes: I wrote this for
avon_09who asked for Ianto/Owen pairing.
As Ianto entered the information centre his gaze fell on the large red envelope nestled between his ‘Cardiff The Tour’s Guide’ and ‘Cardiff in the New Millennium’ pamphlets. Smiling as he picked it up, and turned it over in his hand. Recognising the handwriting on the front, he tried to picture the card inside, imagining some gaudy picture that would probably be musical just to top it off.
He reached over and grabbed his silver ornate letter opener, and after slitting the envelope he pulled out a truly beautiful card. It was perfect, tasteful with just a little sentimentality.
Opening it, his gaze swept over the short poem and stopped short at the ‘Your Secret Admirer’. Laughing at the words, the amount of times he’d seen that handwriting, (usually on expense forms) were too many to be counted.
Thinking back over the several weeks, since Jack had disappeared clinging to the side of the TARDIS, Ianto had found himself getting closer to the Owen. It had all started when in a moment of camaraderie, and to clear the air Ianto had offered to take the doctor out for a beer in apology for shooting him. One meeting had evolved into several more as the two men found they had many things in common, including their desire to excel at whatever they turned their hand to.
It didn’t take too many visits to the local for Ianto to see beneath the brash, cocky exterior of the doctor, was a heart that truly cared. Losing Diane had hit Owen just as hard as losing Jack had hit himself. And though he’d never contemplated walking into the cage with a Weevil, the closeness he’d developed with Owen had helped with the aching loneliness inside.
Lost in his thoughts, Ianto barely registered the sound of the bell as the door to the information centre was opened.
Looking up, the words of welcome died on lips as he took in the figure before him. Standing tall and erect, with twinkling blue eyes and a smile that would send pulses racing. A large bouquet of deep purple roses in his right hand.
Jack’s eyes ran hungrily down the lithe form of the Welshman, coming to rest on the valentine card he still held. The smile slowly dissolved.
“Where the hell did that come from?”