Torchwood IMs: During the Invasion #1
Title: During the Invasion #1
Chapter: 40
Characters: Ianto Jones, Rhys Williams
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: M.M non-homosexually implied
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: The world is about to end, so Ianto decides to check on the people he loves. Part 1.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
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40 |
RHYS has entered the conversation
IANTO: The world’s ending ... so you sign in to IM?
RHYS: Hello, have a nice death to you too.
IANTO: Sorry. Do you want to talk to Gwen?
RHYS: No. She’ll make me do something like .... phone her mother.
IANTO: Ok. She’s busy trying to make Jack do something he doesn’t want to anyways.
RHYS: lol
RHYS: So ... what’s going on?
IANTO: The earth has moved and there’s 26 new planets in the sky. That’s the extent of our knowledge.
RHYS: You sure?
IANTO: yep. I’ll let you know when I can. We’re trying to communicate with other world forces, find out what they know.
RHYS: Are you being serious? About this being the end?
IANTO: It’s not the end until Jack says it is.
IANTO: brb there’s something on the radar.
RHYS: Keep me in the loop.
IANTO: If I can. I’m not supposed to be online. X
IANTO: I’m back.
RHYS: Well?
IANTO: Just ... I dunno.
IANTO: It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. :)
RHYS: How bad is it?
IANTO: I told you. It’ll be fine, mate.
RHYS: Are we all going to die? Is it aliens? Are we being enslaved?
IANTO: No. Nothing that bad.
RHYS: What’s going on?
IANTO: You’ll be fine. If you feel a bit unsafe, just hide in the airing cupboard and think of Lord of The Rings marathons, too much Southern Comfort and new bumper packs of post-it notes.
RHYS: ... things are going to shit aren’t they?
IANTO: No, no of course not.
RHYS: One day you’ll be able to master sincerity as well as you have sarcasm ...
RHYS: Ianto?
IANTO: Jack’s already given up.
RHYS: What??
IANTO: He says there’s nothing we can do.
RHYS: He knows what’s happening?
IANTO: No. But he knows who’s doing it.
RHYS: Who are they? What do they want? Will I see Gwen again?
IANTO: I have to close off communications. They’ll track you as a contact of Torchwood.
RHYS: ... Oh.
IANTO: Love you Rhys x
RHYS: Love you Ianto.
RHYS: Non-homosexual boyfriend xx
IANTO: Boo ya xx :)
IANTO has left the conversation
FIN
I always wondered why people in Sci-Fi seemed to type so furiously 100% of the time - turns out they weren't using complicated seres of command prompts (instead of - Oh I dunno ... a mouse?): they were chatting on MSN!
This was Part 1 of a 3 part section, looking at Ianto's communications during "The Stolen Earth".
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Chapter: 40
Characters: Ianto Jones, Rhys Williams
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: M.M non-homosexually implied
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: The world is about to end, so Ianto decides to check on the people he loves. Part 1.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
40 |
RHYS has entered the conversation
IANTO: The world’s ending ... so you sign in to IM?
RHYS: Hello, have a nice death to you too.
IANTO: Sorry. Do you want to talk to Gwen?
RHYS: No. She’ll make me do something like .... phone her mother.
IANTO: Ok. She’s busy trying to make Jack do something he doesn’t want to anyways.
RHYS: lol
RHYS: So ... what’s going on?
IANTO: The earth has moved and there’s 26 new planets in the sky. That’s the extent of our knowledge.
RHYS: You sure?
IANTO: yep. I’ll let you know when I can. We’re trying to communicate with other world forces, find out what they know.
RHYS: Are you being serious? About this being the end?
IANTO: It’s not the end until Jack says it is.
IANTO: brb there’s something on the radar.
RHYS: Keep me in the loop.
IANTO: If I can. I’m not supposed to be online. X
IANTO: I’m back.
RHYS: Well?
IANTO: Just ... I dunno.
IANTO: It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. :)
RHYS: How bad is it?
IANTO: I told you. It’ll be fine, mate.
RHYS: Are we all going to die? Is it aliens? Are we being enslaved?
IANTO: No. Nothing that bad.
RHYS: What’s going on?
IANTO: You’ll be fine. If you feel a bit unsafe, just hide in the airing cupboard and think of Lord of The Rings marathons, too much Southern Comfort and new bumper packs of post-it notes.
RHYS: ... things are going to shit aren’t they?
IANTO: No, no of course not.
RHYS: One day you’ll be able to master sincerity as well as you have sarcasm ...
RHYS: Ianto?
IANTO: Jack’s already given up.
RHYS: What??
IANTO: He says there’s nothing we can do.
RHYS: He knows what’s happening?
IANTO: No. But he knows who’s doing it.
RHYS: Who are they? What do they want? Will I see Gwen again?
IANTO: I have to close off communications. They’ll track you as a contact of Torchwood.
RHYS: ... Oh.
IANTO: Love you Rhys x
RHYS: Love you Ianto.
RHYS: Non-homosexual boyfriend xx
IANTO: Boo ya xx :)
IANTO has left the conversation
FIN
I always wondered why people in Sci-Fi seemed to type so furiously 100% of the time - turns out they weren't using complicated seres of command prompts (instead of - Oh I dunno ... a mouse?): they were chatting on MSN!
This was Part 1 of a 3 part section, looking at Ianto's communications during "The Stolen Earth".
Next Part | Previous Part | Torchwood Index | Request a Convo/Prose Fic