The Mystery We Are. TW/HL Xover 15/? [PG] *WIP*
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The next morning, along with Ianto and the first coffee of the day, Siannon breezed into Jack’s office wearing a huge smile.
“You look like the bearer of good news.” Jack commented as he took his coffee from Ianto and sprawled in his chair, a study of nonchalance.
“Moderately so, I think.” She carried on grinning. Ianto was almost bouncing with enthusiasm.
“You’ve found him haven’t you? You finally got in touch with Methos.”
“Close: he got in touch with me actually.”
“And?” Ianto and Jack asked in unison.
“He’ll arrive in Cardiff tomorrow afternoon; he has some loose ends to tie up first. I haven’t told him about you lot yet, I thought it would be better to do that in person for any number of reasons. But…” a chuckle escaped her. “You’ll never guess where he suggested we meet?”
“Not The Plass?” Ianto asked incredulously.
“Got it in one. And I’m presuming that means you’ll be able to see him when he arrives.”
“I’ll keep an eye on the CCTV myself if needs be - they can make their own coffee for a change.” He looked determined; Jack looked stricken.
“You wouldn’t wish Owen’s coffee on your poor old boss would you, Ianto?”
“You’ll live. Not sure about the rest of us though… maybe I better bribe Tosh…” Ianto grinned at them both, and left, a little more quickly than usual.
“So, I’m finally going to see Methos, old Death himself. It’s a strange feeling.”
“Not half as strange as when you actually meet him. At least he doesn’t have the white horse anymore...” She paused in thought for a second; “By the way, have you got a petty cash account?”
“Yeah, but…?”
“You’re going to need beer. Lots of beer. Want to come shopping?”
“Now?” Siannon nodded as Jack quickly slurped the rest of his coffee.
“No time like the present. I’ve got to get stuff in too; he’ll be staying with me the first couple of nights at least. You know the motto…Be Prepared…” she shrugged, the smile still firmly in place. Jack laughed, he didn’t think his idea of being prepared was quite the same as hers. He decided to do some shopping for himself, but a little later and without company.
~*~
The next day dawned in typical Cardiff fashion, blustery and changeable. Siannon was very glad of the immortal penchant for long coats and boots; she would have frozen on the Plass wearing heels and a little black dress for although the weather had brightened later on in the day, the breeze still cut like a knife. Ianto had suggested she wait inside and keep an eye on the CCTV, only going out when she spotted him. She had refused, thinking it would be better if Methos could see her from a distance but that didn’t stop her from regretting that decision. Regrets, and the weather, were forgotten as she felt the buzz tingle along her nerve endings. She wondered if he would he be pleased to see her, or grouchy because he’d been dragged away from whatever it was he was involved with; she was hoping for pleased. The buzz grew stronger, and she cast her eyes around, looking for another figure in a long coat as she walked into the centre of the Plass. They spotted each other about the same time; he raised his hand in a wave as she jogged toward him. They stopped a few feet apart from each other.
“Methos.” She nodded, and smiled warily. He replied in kind.
“Siannon.” Then his face was split by a huge grin. “Oh don’t just stand there, come here and give me a hug.” Without further ado, she complied.
“I’ve missed you, old friend,” she whispered into his ear while they were pressed cheek to cheek. He stepped away from her, grasping her shoulders in both hands and looking her up and down with a happy smile on his face.
“Funnily enough, I’ve missed you too. Old habits… I’m glad you’ve let your hair grow again, I like it much better long.”
“While you look like a birds nest as usual.”
“What do you expect, it’s windy.”
“This is Cardiff, it’s always windy.”
“I suppose. Now are you going to leave an old man perishing of thirst out here?”
“Not in the slightest.” She stepped up to him to hook her arm round his and dragged him in the direction of the Bay. “You have a choice: my place, takeaway and beer or pub, pub grub and beer.”
“Both, but I’ll start with the pub.” She smiled up into his eyes, and patted his arm.
“I have just the place in mind.”
The next morning, along with Ianto and the first coffee of the day, Siannon breezed into Jack’s office wearing a huge smile.
“You look like the bearer of good news.” Jack commented as he took his coffee from Ianto and sprawled in his chair, a study of nonchalance.
“Moderately so, I think.” She carried on grinning. Ianto was almost bouncing with enthusiasm.
“You’ve found him haven’t you? You finally got in touch with Methos.”
“Close: he got in touch with me actually.”
“And?” Ianto and Jack asked in unison.
“He’ll arrive in Cardiff tomorrow afternoon; he has some loose ends to tie up first. I haven’t told him about you lot yet, I thought it would be better to do that in person for any number of reasons. But…” a chuckle escaped her. “You’ll never guess where he suggested we meet?”
“Not The Plass?” Ianto asked incredulously.
“Got it in one. And I’m presuming that means you’ll be able to see him when he arrives.”
“I’ll keep an eye on the CCTV myself if needs be - they can make their own coffee for a change.” He looked determined; Jack looked stricken.
“You wouldn’t wish Owen’s coffee on your poor old boss would you, Ianto?”
“You’ll live. Not sure about the rest of us though… maybe I better bribe Tosh…” Ianto grinned at them both, and left, a little more quickly than usual.
“So, I’m finally going to see Methos, old Death himself. It’s a strange feeling.”
“Not half as strange as when you actually meet him. At least he doesn’t have the white horse anymore...” She paused in thought for a second; “By the way, have you got a petty cash account?”
“Yeah, but…?”
“You’re going to need beer. Lots of beer. Want to come shopping?”
“Now?” Siannon nodded as Jack quickly slurped the rest of his coffee.
“No time like the present. I’ve got to get stuff in too; he’ll be staying with me the first couple of nights at least. You know the motto…Be Prepared…” she shrugged, the smile still firmly in place. Jack laughed, he didn’t think his idea of being prepared was quite the same as hers. He decided to do some shopping for himself, but a little later and without company.
~*~
The next day dawned in typical Cardiff fashion, blustery and changeable. Siannon was very glad of the immortal penchant for long coats and boots; she would have frozen on the Plass wearing heels and a little black dress for although the weather had brightened later on in the day, the breeze still cut like a knife. Ianto had suggested she wait inside and keep an eye on the CCTV, only going out when she spotted him. She had refused, thinking it would be better if Methos could see her from a distance but that didn’t stop her from regretting that decision. Regrets, and the weather, were forgotten as she felt the buzz tingle along her nerve endings. She wondered if he would he be pleased to see her, or grouchy because he’d been dragged away from whatever it was he was involved with; she was hoping for pleased. The buzz grew stronger, and she cast her eyes around, looking for another figure in a long coat as she walked into the centre of the Plass. They spotted each other about the same time; he raised his hand in a wave as she jogged toward him. They stopped a few feet apart from each other.
“Methos.” She nodded, and smiled warily. He replied in kind.
“Siannon.” Then his face was split by a huge grin. “Oh don’t just stand there, come here and give me a hug.” Without further ado, she complied.
“I’ve missed you, old friend,” she whispered into his ear while they were pressed cheek to cheek. He stepped away from her, grasping her shoulders in both hands and looking her up and down with a happy smile on his face.
“Funnily enough, I’ve missed you too. Old habits… I’m glad you’ve let your hair grow again, I like it much better long.”
“While you look like a birds nest as usual.”
“What do you expect, it’s windy.”
“This is Cardiff, it’s always windy.”
“I suppose. Now are you going to leave an old man perishing of thirst out here?”
“Not in the slightest.” She stepped up to him to hook her arm round his and dragged him in the direction of the Bay. “You have a choice: my place, takeaway and beer or pub, pub grub and beer.”
“Both, but I’ll start with the pub.” She smiled up into his eyes, and patted his arm.
“I have just the place in mind.”