Torchwood Fic: Bits and Bobs and Gretchens
TORCHWOOD ITEMS OF INTEREST (to me). I don't even know if I'd call them fic. Drabbles, things, stuff I like that can never be real fic. Long fic, with like a point.
A never to be finished fic about…uhm, well.
Gwen set her coffee down and watched Ianto sit at the table across from her, eyes on the newspaper. He never read the paper. He read online articles, which he linked her to when they were particularly amusing.
It had to be bothering him then.
"Oh, come on, then," she said. "It bothers you, right?"
"You're asking me if I'm jealous because some elfin princess is full of unrequited love for Jack, and as such, demonstrates this by turning the Plass into a dance hall one night a year?" Ianto glanced at her and then back to an article about the Senned doing something or other.
Gwen's eyes darted elsewhere after that. Everywhere. Because when he laid it out like that. "Uhm, yeah?"
Ianto shrugged. "Absolutely not. That's ridiculous."
"Holy fuck, Ianto!" Jack hollered from his office. "Did you put sriracha in my coffee?"
Ianto just smiled and turned the page.
Oh no they didn't
"Wow," Suzie said under her breath as she and Jack leaned on the railing and watched Tosh slam her fingers on the keyboard, cursing in Japanese. Or probably Japanese. "I don't think I've ever seen her so stroppy."
Tosh wheeled away from her keyboard and to another computer. Whatever Owen had done to it must have been something catastrophic. Jack noted that he was nowhere to be seen. Ianto's fingers twitched as, even from across the room, he watched Tosh brush a whole stack of papers off her console to make room for the piece of alien tech she was plugging the USB cords into. Papers fluttered down and into the tidal pool.
"Yeah," Jack drawled. "I haven't seen her this mad since those kids hacked into her CCTV monitoring program and rickrolled her."
Suzie shook her head and together they watched Tosh slam about more equipment with uncharacteristic brusqueness.
"We should help her out," Suzie said mildly. Neither of them moved.
"I'm not going down there," Jack told her.
Suzie worried a hangnail and glanced at Ianto, who was slowly backing out of the main floor of the Hub and towards the cog door. "We'll get her something nice later. Like a pastry or chocolate or something."
Jack watched the door shut behind Ianto and then glanced back at Tosh, her back to them, her hair wild and chaos scrolling by on her screens. "Yeah, good call."
Torchwood has changed while Jack was Away
1. When Jack was away, the team instituted a rule that whomever was driving the SUV was allowed to select the music. They didn't listen to music a great deal, but when they did, there had been squabbling. Gwen preferred to drive in silence anyway, and the one time Tosh had driven them anywhere it had been a mad dash to the hospital to keep Ianto from bleeding out of his femoral artery. But lately Gwen has been worried, because Ianto and Owen keep picking the same Ramones CD.
2. Ianto has a special canister under the sink. Into it he puts the remains of coffee packets, unbrewed grounds that by themselves are not enough to make a whole pot of coffee. Right now the can contains varying amounts of eight different kinds, from the coveted Blue Mountain to the day-to-day serviceable Kenya AA Gwen thoughtfully brought him once. He has labeled the can 'Punishment Blend,' and it is truly dreadful. He brews it when the team has been particularly slovenly. When Jack returns, Ianto makes him nothing but Punishment every day for a whole week, until one morning when Jack takes a big sip, sighs and smiles. "Man, Ianto, did I miss your coffee."
A never to be finished fic about…uhm, well.
Gwen set her coffee down and watched Ianto sit at the table across from her, eyes on the newspaper. He never read the paper. He read online articles, which he linked her to when they were particularly amusing.
It had to be bothering him then.
"Oh, come on, then," she said. "It bothers you, right?"
"You're asking me if I'm jealous because some elfin princess is full of unrequited love for Jack, and as such, demonstrates this by turning the Plass into a dance hall one night a year?" Ianto glanced at her and then back to an article about the Senned doing something or other.
Gwen's eyes darted elsewhere after that. Everywhere. Because when he laid it out like that. "Uhm, yeah?"
Ianto shrugged. "Absolutely not. That's ridiculous."
"Holy fuck, Ianto!" Jack hollered from his office. "Did you put sriracha in my coffee?"
Ianto just smiled and turned the page.
Oh no they didn't
"Wow," Suzie said under her breath as she and Jack leaned on the railing and watched Tosh slam her fingers on the keyboard, cursing in Japanese. Or probably Japanese. "I don't think I've ever seen her so stroppy."
Tosh wheeled away from her keyboard and to another computer. Whatever Owen had done to it must have been something catastrophic. Jack noted that he was nowhere to be seen. Ianto's fingers twitched as, even from across the room, he watched Tosh brush a whole stack of papers off her console to make room for the piece of alien tech she was plugging the USB cords into. Papers fluttered down and into the tidal pool.
"Yeah," Jack drawled. "I haven't seen her this mad since those kids hacked into her CCTV monitoring program and rickrolled her."
Suzie shook her head and together they watched Tosh slam about more equipment with uncharacteristic brusqueness.
"We should help her out," Suzie said mildly. Neither of them moved.
"I'm not going down there," Jack told her.
Suzie worried a hangnail and glanced at Ianto, who was slowly backing out of the main floor of the Hub and towards the cog door. "We'll get her something nice later. Like a pastry or chocolate or something."
Jack watched the door shut behind Ianto and then glanced back at Tosh, her back to them, her hair wild and chaos scrolling by on her screens. "Yeah, good call."
Torchwood has changed while Jack was Away
1. When Jack was away, the team instituted a rule that whomever was driving the SUV was allowed to select the music. They didn't listen to music a great deal, but when they did, there had been squabbling. Gwen preferred to drive in silence anyway, and the one time Tosh had driven them anywhere it had been a mad dash to the hospital to keep Ianto from bleeding out of his femoral artery. But lately Gwen has been worried, because Ianto and Owen keep picking the same Ramones CD.
2. Ianto has a special canister under the sink. Into it he puts the remains of coffee packets, unbrewed grounds that by themselves are not enough to make a whole pot of coffee. Right now the can contains varying amounts of eight different kinds, from the coveted Blue Mountain to the day-to-day serviceable Kenya AA Gwen thoughtfully brought him once. He has labeled the can 'Punishment Blend,' and it is truly dreadful. He brews it when the team has been particularly slovenly. When Jack returns, Ianto makes him nothing but Punishment every day for a whole week, until one morning when Jack takes a big sip, sighs and smiles. "Man, Ianto, did I miss your coffee."