Fic: All the Myths are True 14/? [PG] Torchwood/Abney Park crossover
Title: All the Myths are True
Author: A Lanart
Fandom: Abney Park/Torchwood
Pairing: None (background Jack/Ianto - kind of)
Characters: Abney Park circa 06-08 - Robert, Kristina, Magdalene, Finn, Nathaniel, Jean-Paul, Daniel. Torchwood Team, Rhys
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: crack!fic Mid S2 in the Torchwood scheme of things. Pre Reset.
Summary: Abney Park are a steampunk band with alter-egos as Airship Pirates. It just so happens that in this universe, all the myths are true; this is the story of one Captain Robert, his merry band and how they acquired the Airship Ophelia from a certain top-secret government agency, and then had to explain it decades later...
Disclaimer: None of this is mine except for the freaky plot bunny and none of it is used with permission either. I even nicked the title from Abney Park - it kind of seemed appropriate.
Previous parts on LJ:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
*
Despite Rhys' attempts at making the back of the van more comfortable, it was still just that - the back of a van - and not made for passenger comfort. Ianto was heartily glad when the van finally stopped and he presumed by the various relieved sounding sighs from around him that the guys from the Ophelia were too. He scrambled out of the van first, Robert close behind him, leaving the others good naturedly bickering in their wake. He didn’t miss Robert’s speculative glance in his direction as he took note of the tree lined street and the Victorian town houses stretching in either direction but deliberately avoided acknowledging it - he was waiting to see what the reaction would be to the place that would be home to the Ophelia crew for the next few days. Considering he’d never consciously heard of steampunk before, Ianto thought he’d found the perfect place for them; he just hoped they would agree with him. Knowing that Captain Robert wasn’t a native their current planet or time gave him an almost pleasantly anticipatory tingle as he wondered just what the 51st century man would think.
Robert was still standing in the middle of the road, staring at the rows of houses. Ianto cleared his throat somewhat theatrically to gain Roberts attention.
“While the traffic on Cathedral Road isn’t exactly busy at this time of day, it probably isn’t advisable to stay where you are,” he said.
“What? No, it wouldn’t be,” Robert agreed and threw another look in Ianto’s direction which wasn’t far off being a glare. Ianto met it with one of his patented bland and unthreatening smiles.
“And I think Kristina and the others would prefer you in one piece, don’t you?” He added and suppressed a chuckle as Robert’s eyes narrowed even more before turning away to approach the front door of the van.
Ianto led the way toward the closest house - a grey, stone built, 3 storey, Victorian edifice - and past a wrought iron plaque that announced ‘Ty Llwyd’; not a particularly imaginative name in Ianto’s opinion, but it was descriptive. Rhys stayed with the van, though Ianto thought he was probably content to stay well out of the way.
The arched porch of Ty Llwyd still bore its gas lamp - presumably converted - and the stained glass panels that surrounded the sturdy wooden door. Somehow it managed to look both imposing and welcoming and Ianto was pleased with the overall effect. He held the door open for Kristina and Finn before following them into the reception area. The first thing that was apparent was that much of the Victorian character of the house had been retained - or lovingly restored - but what really caught the eye was the artwork; vintage style photographs predominated on the walls but the surfaces were decorated with sculptures fashioned from what was essentially junk - bits of wire coat hangers, bicycle chains and gears, cogs, tin cans and glass amongst other things - that somehow ended up as harmonious conglomerations and were surprisingly beautiful. Behind him Robert gave a muttered exclamation and Ianto refused to allow the grin on his face that threatened to surface, instead he schooled his features into a carefully neutral expression as Robert came to sand beside him.
“You said you’d never heard of steampunk before,” Robert said, his tone not quite accusatory but certainly heading in that direction. This time, Ianto did grin.
“That’s correct,” he replied.
“Then how the hell did you manage to find a steampunk hotel? Because that’s what this is.” Robert gestured around him for emphasis.
“I have my sources,” Ianto said enigmatically. “And strictly speaking Ty Llwyd is a guest house, not a hotel.”
“Whatever.”
“Now if you’ll just excuse me, I must get you all checked in.” Ianto was aware that Robert was probably glaring at his back as he stepped toward the reception desk, but he didn’t really care; the place so far was everything he’d hoped it would be and he couldn’t help but feel a trifle smug.
*
Robert listened to Ianto Jones and the woman at the reception desk chattering incomprehensibly in Welsh for a moment before allowing himself to be distracted by the décor and artwork. He was examining a particular piece more carefully when Kristina joined him, waving a flyer under his nose.
“Apparently all the sculpture is made by the daughter of the owners and is for sale,” she announced. Robert gave her a smile in reply.
“I might be tempted; it’s really good.” He picked up the one he’d been studying. “Don’t you think it would be perfect in the music room on the Ophelia?” He asked.
“Oh, definitely.”
Robert carefully replaced the piece and stepped closer to the wall to look at one of the photographs when there was a polite cough behind him. He turned, expecting to find Ianto but it was the woman from the reception desk whose face was startlingly similar to the one in the photo. Robert glanced back over his shoulder at the photo just to make sure, then returned his gaze to the living dark-haired woman; she was smiling widely, presumably used to the reaction.
“That’s my great-aunt Dilys; she was apparently a very determined woman.”
“She looks it.” With a wrench in her hand and a smudge of what Robert presumed was oil on her cheek incongruously coupled with a hat and long dress, Dilys wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Ophelia. “The family resemblance is quite impressive, though I’m sure you’re aware of that,” Robert said to Dilys’ still nameless great-niece.
“Couldn’t really miss it,” she replied with a chuckle.
“Anyway, I’m sure you didn’t come over here to discuss your family. Are the rooms ready?”
“They are, and I’ll show you up in a minute, but that wasn’t what I wanted.” She glanced down at her feet for a second as if gathering her thoughts. “I… er wanted to ask you something.”
“Go on.”
“Mr Jones had mentioned you would require storage for your instruments. While that isn’t a problem at all I wondered…”
“Yes?” Robert said encouragingly into the silence that had fallen between them.
The woman fidgeted a bit under his regard before continuing.
“That’s your airship over the bay, isn’t it?”
Robert nodded, a little puzzled at the change of tack and to have her mention it. He threw a quick glance at Kristina, who shrugged at him with an equally bemused expression on her face.
“Thought so. Anyway, we heard you on the radio and we were wondering if you’d be able to play a few songs while you were here; if it wouldn’t cause any problems, that is. We have a pretty decent sound system and function room here at Ty Llwyd.”
Robert was pleased that he managed not to burst out laughing; Ianto Jones was one devious bastard and Robert wasn’t entirely certain whether he wanted to hug the man or hit him, though he knew which the girls would prefer. He refused to look at Kristina as he doubted the managing not to laugh would survive if he did.
“No, I don’t think it would cause a problem,” Robert said. “I’d have to discuss it with the others first though, if that would be OK?”
“More than Ok! Right then, let me show you the rooms. I’ve put you at the top of the house for privacy.” Without another word she bustled off leaving Robert to trail after her, Kristina giggling beside him.
*
A/N: Cathedral Road exists, although Ty Llwyd doesn't as such. I also have no idea how large the houses/guest-houses/hotels on Cathedral Road happen to be so I'm taking some creative licence. This is the reality...
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Author: A Lanart
Fandom: Abney Park/Torchwood
Pairing: None (background Jack/Ianto - kind of)
Characters: Abney Park circa 06-08 - Robert, Kristina, Magdalene, Finn, Nathaniel, Jean-Paul, Daniel. Torchwood Team, Rhys
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: crack!fic Mid S2 in the Torchwood scheme of things. Pre Reset.
Summary: Abney Park are a steampunk band with alter-egos as Airship Pirates. It just so happens that in this universe, all the myths are true; this is the story of one Captain Robert, his merry band and how they acquired the Airship Ophelia from a certain top-secret government agency, and then had to explain it decades later...
Disclaimer: None of this is mine except for the freaky plot bunny and none of it is used with permission either. I even nicked the title from Abney Park - it kind of seemed appropriate.
Previous parts on LJ:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
*
Despite Rhys' attempts at making the back of the van more comfortable, it was still just that - the back of a van - and not made for passenger comfort. Ianto was heartily glad when the van finally stopped and he presumed by the various relieved sounding sighs from around him that the guys from the Ophelia were too. He scrambled out of the van first, Robert close behind him, leaving the others good naturedly bickering in their wake. He didn’t miss Robert’s speculative glance in his direction as he took note of the tree lined street and the Victorian town houses stretching in either direction but deliberately avoided acknowledging it - he was waiting to see what the reaction would be to the place that would be home to the Ophelia crew for the next few days. Considering he’d never consciously heard of steampunk before, Ianto thought he’d found the perfect place for them; he just hoped they would agree with him. Knowing that Captain Robert wasn’t a native their current planet or time gave him an almost pleasantly anticipatory tingle as he wondered just what the 51st century man would think.
Robert was still standing in the middle of the road, staring at the rows of houses. Ianto cleared his throat somewhat theatrically to gain Roberts attention.
“While the traffic on Cathedral Road isn’t exactly busy at this time of day, it probably isn’t advisable to stay where you are,” he said.
“What? No, it wouldn’t be,” Robert agreed and threw another look in Ianto’s direction which wasn’t far off being a glare. Ianto met it with one of his patented bland and unthreatening smiles.
“And I think Kristina and the others would prefer you in one piece, don’t you?” He added and suppressed a chuckle as Robert’s eyes narrowed even more before turning away to approach the front door of the van.
Ianto led the way toward the closest house - a grey, stone built, 3 storey, Victorian edifice - and past a wrought iron plaque that announced ‘Ty Llwyd’; not a particularly imaginative name in Ianto’s opinion, but it was descriptive. Rhys stayed with the van, though Ianto thought he was probably content to stay well out of the way.
The arched porch of Ty Llwyd still bore its gas lamp - presumably converted - and the stained glass panels that surrounded the sturdy wooden door. Somehow it managed to look both imposing and welcoming and Ianto was pleased with the overall effect. He held the door open for Kristina and Finn before following them into the reception area. The first thing that was apparent was that much of the Victorian character of the house had been retained - or lovingly restored - but what really caught the eye was the artwork; vintage style photographs predominated on the walls but the surfaces were decorated with sculptures fashioned from what was essentially junk - bits of wire coat hangers, bicycle chains and gears, cogs, tin cans and glass amongst other things - that somehow ended up as harmonious conglomerations and were surprisingly beautiful. Behind him Robert gave a muttered exclamation and Ianto refused to allow the grin on his face that threatened to surface, instead he schooled his features into a carefully neutral expression as Robert came to sand beside him.
“You said you’d never heard of steampunk before,” Robert said, his tone not quite accusatory but certainly heading in that direction. This time, Ianto did grin.
“That’s correct,” he replied.
“Then how the hell did you manage to find a steampunk hotel? Because that’s what this is.” Robert gestured around him for emphasis.
“I have my sources,” Ianto said enigmatically. “And strictly speaking Ty Llwyd is a guest house, not a hotel.”
“Whatever.”
“Now if you’ll just excuse me, I must get you all checked in.” Ianto was aware that Robert was probably glaring at his back as he stepped toward the reception desk, but he didn’t really care; the place so far was everything he’d hoped it would be and he couldn’t help but feel a trifle smug.
*
Robert listened to Ianto Jones and the woman at the reception desk chattering incomprehensibly in Welsh for a moment before allowing himself to be distracted by the décor and artwork. He was examining a particular piece more carefully when Kristina joined him, waving a flyer under his nose.
“Apparently all the sculpture is made by the daughter of the owners and is for sale,” she announced. Robert gave her a smile in reply.
“I might be tempted; it’s really good.” He picked up the one he’d been studying. “Don’t you think it would be perfect in the music room on the Ophelia?” He asked.
“Oh, definitely.”
Robert carefully replaced the piece and stepped closer to the wall to look at one of the photographs when there was a polite cough behind him. He turned, expecting to find Ianto but it was the woman from the reception desk whose face was startlingly similar to the one in the photo. Robert glanced back over his shoulder at the photo just to make sure, then returned his gaze to the living dark-haired woman; she was smiling widely, presumably used to the reaction.
“That’s my great-aunt Dilys; she was apparently a very determined woman.”
“She looks it.” With a wrench in her hand and a smudge of what Robert presumed was oil on her cheek incongruously coupled with a hat and long dress, Dilys wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Ophelia. “The family resemblance is quite impressive, though I’m sure you’re aware of that,” Robert said to Dilys’ still nameless great-niece.
“Couldn’t really miss it,” she replied with a chuckle.
“Anyway, I’m sure you didn’t come over here to discuss your family. Are the rooms ready?”
“They are, and I’ll show you up in a minute, but that wasn’t what I wanted.” She glanced down at her feet for a second as if gathering her thoughts. “I… er wanted to ask you something.”
“Go on.”
“Mr Jones had mentioned you would require storage for your instruments. While that isn’t a problem at all I wondered…”
“Yes?” Robert said encouragingly into the silence that had fallen between them.
The woman fidgeted a bit under his regard before continuing.
“That’s your airship over the bay, isn’t it?”
Robert nodded, a little puzzled at the change of tack and to have her mention it. He threw a quick glance at Kristina, who shrugged at him with an equally bemused expression on her face.
“Thought so. Anyway, we heard you on the radio and we were wondering if you’d be able to play a few songs while you were here; if it wouldn’t cause any problems, that is. We have a pretty decent sound system and function room here at Ty Llwyd.”
Robert was pleased that he managed not to burst out laughing; Ianto Jones was one devious bastard and Robert wasn’t entirely certain whether he wanted to hug the man or hit him, though he knew which the girls would prefer. He refused to look at Kristina as he doubted the managing not to laugh would survive if he did.
“No, I don’t think it would cause a problem,” Robert said. “I’d have to discuss it with the others first though, if that would be OK?”
“More than Ok! Right then, let me show you the rooms. I’ve put you at the top of the house for privacy.” Without another word she bustled off leaving Robert to trail after her, Kristina giggling beside him.
*
A/N: Cathedral Road exists, although Ty Llwyd doesn't as such. I also have no idea how large the houses/guest-houses/hotels on Cathedral Road happen to be so I'm taking some creative licence. This is the reality...
This entry was originally posted at http://a-lanart.dreamwidth.org/215712.html. Please comment there using OpenID.