Torchwood -- Smitten
Title: Smitten
horizonssing Challenge: Day Eighteen
Date Written: 7/25/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 826
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, Martha, Gwen(mentioned)
Spoilers: Set during Reset, so spoilers for Who and Torchwood up to that.
Warnings: Fluff.
Author Notes: A third one for now, then I'm going to do an update post as I wait between panels.
If I Didn’t Care
by the Ink Spots
Jack could hear giggling.
There wasn't a lot of 'giggling' to be had, being Torchwood and all. Sure there was laughter, trench-humor to make everyone forget that oh hey, we could die today.
Of course, Tosh and Gwen, being girls (and that is one helluva sexist thought, but there it is), would sit and have a giggle together. Toshiko mostly giggled, hand over her mouth like a proper Japanese girl. Gwen would giggle a bit like a teenager, or full-out laugh. Owen would more chuckle when he found something amusing, a quiet, open-mouth laughed. Ianto tended not to laugh at all in public, but he'd give these great, full belly laughs when he found something funny on Paul O'Grady or some other programme of his. Although he had this great breathless, post-orgasmic laugh he'd give in bed...
And there it was again, distracting him from happy fantasies.
Two giggles -- one was definitely Toshiko. She had such an adorable giggle, it reminded him that she still had some innocence left in her. The other wasn't one he'd heard before, but he knew who it had to be.
Martha Jones, savior of the human race, giggling like a schoolgirl (Martha's laughs were great for the simple reason that she made the funniest faces when she did).
Jack entered the room and they burst out into fresh giggles, the two of them leaning against each other as they laughed. The Captain put his hands on his hips and tried his best to look indignant but their giggling was infectious and he found himself laughing as well. "Okay, real work to do, gossip later."
Tosh smiled at him, her face flushed, and gathered up her things, making a hasty exit. Martha grinned at him.
"Making nice with the team."
"And so are you, so I hear," Martha teased back. "Ianto Jones? Is it the last name, or..."
Jack laughed a little. "Little gossip."
"C'mon, you know you want to."
He grinned. "Ianto's... special. Different from the others."
Martha watched him for a minute. "Do you love him?"
"I don't know if he loves me," Jack countered, avoiding the question. "I guess you could say I'm sort of a rebound." Martha raised an eyebrow so he continued. "He was at Canary Wharf, he lost his girlfriend." He heard the young woman's sharp intake of breath, followed by her faint, "Poor thing." He knew Martha had a cousin who'd died there, but she hadn't known the full extent of the invasion. "So... yeah." He shrugged. "Probably just a rebound."
Martha shook her head. "For someone with you're experience, you're pants at relationships."
"I'm pants?"
"He adores you, Jack." She crossed her arms. "The way he smiles at you, looks at you... When you're in the room it's like it's just you and him, he doesn't see anyone else."
Jack was quiet, recalling events back. It didn't seem like that, just this morning he'd smiled at Tosh and Gwen as he set coffee at their elbows, and bickered with Owen...
... but he'd gotten a dazzling, beautiful, honest smile along with his cup.
"See?" Martha smiled, patting Jack's shoulder. "Be happy, even if just for a bit. Okay?"
-----
"So am I right in thinking that you and he..."
"We... dabble."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
-----
Jack helped Ianto tape the body into the SUV. "You're right, Tosh is warped."
Ianto wrinkled his nose as blood dripped down into the van. "This is disgusting and I'm so glad I don't have to clear it up later."
The Captain laughed a little and climbed out of the passenger's side, closing the door. Ianto did the same, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his hand off. He got off as much as he could before handing the square of cloth over to Jack.
"Tonight's going to be a long night," Jack said conversationally, scrubbing at his fingers.
"Yup."
"I was thinking... after we get everything done tonight, Martha rescued and so on and so forth, I could go back to yours?" He looked up through his eyelashes to gauge Ianto's reaction and grinned when Ianto smiled.
"Just invite yourself over, then."
"I have something I want -- want to talk to you about." He was stuttering, and badly. God, he hadn't been like this since he was fifteen!
The Welshman cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "Okay."
Jack opened his mouth to say more, but he was interrupted by a cough behind him. He turned to see Toshiko standing in the garage doorway, holding her laptop and a gaming remote control. "My turn boys," she said with a smile, pushing past them.
"I'll go fetch the gear and the others," Ianto said, turning and heading up to the Hub, Jack's eyes following him.
Toshiko was giggling when he turned back around. "What?!"
"Ianto's not the only one who's smitten," she teased, giggling again when Jack popped her gently on the head.
horizonssing Challenge: Day Eighteen
Date Written: 7/25/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 826
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, Martha, Gwen(mentioned)
Spoilers: Set during Reset, so spoilers for Who and Torchwood up to that.
Warnings: Fluff.
Author Notes: A third one for now, then I'm going to do an update post as I wait between panels.
If I Didn’t Care
by the Ink Spots
Jack could hear giggling.
There wasn't a lot of 'giggling' to be had, being Torchwood and all. Sure there was laughter, trench-humor to make everyone forget that oh hey, we could die today.
Of course, Tosh and Gwen, being girls (and that is one helluva sexist thought, but there it is), would sit and have a giggle together. Toshiko mostly giggled, hand over her mouth like a proper Japanese girl. Gwen would giggle a bit like a teenager, or full-out laugh. Owen would more chuckle when he found something amusing, a quiet, open-mouth laughed. Ianto tended not to laugh at all in public, but he'd give these great, full belly laughs when he found something funny on Paul O'Grady or some other programme of his. Although he had this great breathless, post-orgasmic laugh he'd give in bed...
And there it was again, distracting him from happy fantasies.
Two giggles -- one was definitely Toshiko. She had such an adorable giggle, it reminded him that she still had some innocence left in her. The other wasn't one he'd heard before, but he knew who it had to be.
Martha Jones, savior of the human race, giggling like a schoolgirl (Martha's laughs were great for the simple reason that she made the funniest faces when she did).
Jack entered the room and they burst out into fresh giggles, the two of them leaning against each other as they laughed. The Captain put his hands on his hips and tried his best to look indignant but their giggling was infectious and he found himself laughing as well. "Okay, real work to do, gossip later."
Tosh smiled at him, her face flushed, and gathered up her things, making a hasty exit. Martha grinned at him.
"Making nice with the team."
"And so are you, so I hear," Martha teased back. "Ianto Jones? Is it the last name, or..."
Jack laughed a little. "Little gossip."
"C'mon, you know you want to."
He grinned. "Ianto's... special. Different from the others."
Martha watched him for a minute. "Do you love him?"
"I don't know if he loves me," Jack countered, avoiding the question. "I guess you could say I'm sort of a rebound." Martha raised an eyebrow so he continued. "He was at Canary Wharf, he lost his girlfriend." He heard the young woman's sharp intake of breath, followed by her faint, "Poor thing." He knew Martha had a cousin who'd died there, but she hadn't known the full extent of the invasion. "So... yeah." He shrugged. "Probably just a rebound."
Martha shook her head. "For someone with you're experience, you're pants at relationships."
"I'm pants?"
"He adores you, Jack." She crossed her arms. "The way he smiles at you, looks at you... When you're in the room it's like it's just you and him, he doesn't see anyone else."
Jack was quiet, recalling events back. It didn't seem like that, just this morning he'd smiled at Tosh and Gwen as he set coffee at their elbows, and bickered with Owen...
... but he'd gotten a dazzling, beautiful, honest smile along with his cup.
"See?" Martha smiled, patting Jack's shoulder. "Be happy, even if just for a bit. Okay?"
-----
"So am I right in thinking that you and he..."
"We... dabble."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
-----
Jack helped Ianto tape the body into the SUV. "You're right, Tosh is warped."
Ianto wrinkled his nose as blood dripped down into the van. "This is disgusting and I'm so glad I don't have to clear it up later."
The Captain laughed a little and climbed out of the passenger's side, closing the door. Ianto did the same, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his hand off. He got off as much as he could before handing the square of cloth over to Jack.
"Tonight's going to be a long night," Jack said conversationally, scrubbing at his fingers.
"Yup."
"I was thinking... after we get everything done tonight, Martha rescued and so on and so forth, I could go back to yours?" He looked up through his eyelashes to gauge Ianto's reaction and grinned when Ianto smiled.
"Just invite yourself over, then."
"I have something I want -- want to talk to you about." He was stuttering, and badly. God, he hadn't been like this since he was fifteen!
The Welshman cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "Okay."
Jack opened his mouth to say more, but he was interrupted by a cough behind him. He turned to see Toshiko standing in the garage doorway, holding her laptop and a gaming remote control. "My turn boys," she said with a smile, pushing past them.
"I'll go fetch the gear and the others," Ianto said, turning and heading up to the Hub, Jack's eyes following him.
Toshiko was giggling when he turned back around. "What?!"
"Ianto's not the only one who's smitten," she teased, giggling again when Jack popped her gently on the head.