Fic: A Torchwood Thanksgiving
Title: A Torchwood Thanksgiving
Series: Ummmm.... Torchwood? (See title above)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jack, Tosh, Owen, Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers: Basic TW knowledge
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Jack enlightens the Torchwood team about the American holiday of Thanksgiving
Author's note: This bunny sank it's teeth into me at work. Not sure what brought it about, but I do like it - something short and sweet for Thanksgiving. (There will also be another note at the end of the story.)
A Torchwood Thanksgiving
“You can’t be serious, Jack,” Toshiko said, turning away from her computer and peering down her glasses at Captain Jack Harkness.
“What?” Jack asked, stuffing his hands into his trousers and flashing her that wry grin of his.
“Bollocks!” Owen leaned back in his chair, flopping first one booted foot, then the other, onto the corner of his desk. “That is utter shit,” he said, tossing the file he had been looking at helter-skelter, papers spewing across his desk.
“I’m telling the truth!” Jack looked from Tosh to Owen and then glanced at Ianto who had been staying out of things, hands on his hips, suit jacket pushed out, waiting to talk to Jack in his office. “Ianto, tell them.”
“I don’t know,” Ianto said. “I’ve never heard of such a theory, Sir.”
“Aha,” Owen exclaimed, throwing an accusatory finger at Jack. “He said Sir! Even teaboy thinks you are full of shit!”
“I mean, come on Jack,” Gwen said, stepping between Owen and Ianto. “How can you really expect us to believe that the pilgrims left for America not to escape religious persecution, but because the Crown told them to, to hide the fact that they were aliens?”
“Are you telling me that with everything you have seen, everything you have experienced working here, that you find that story so hard to believe?” Jack smirked at them, making eye contact with each employee, waggling his eyebrows at Ianto.
Ianto rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his chest. Gwen let out a groan and plopped down into the chair by her workstation. Owen threw his pen down onto his desk and watched as it rolled to the floor, while Tosh pushed her glasses back up her nose and turned back to her computers, shoulders slumping.
“Great,” Owen muttered. “Now that we know this, where do we file it under? Stuff we’ll never be able to use on Family Fortunes?”
“Um, Jack?” Gwen asked. “Just how do you know this?”
“You weren’t there, were you?” Tosh asked over her shoulder.
“No, I was never technically at the first Thanksgiving,” Jack chimed in. “The pilgrims just might have a longer lifespan than most humans, and I just might have happened to run into one once upon a time-“
“Oh shit, you shagged one of the pilgrims,” Owen exclaimed as he sat back up in his chair.
Jack shot a quick glance at Ianto. “I never said that.”
“But it makes sense,” Gwen stated, looking at the floor. She suddenly looked up, blushing. “I mean, what else could they do for fun back then? I mean, how else could they-“
“Shut up while you’re ahead Cooper,” Owen said.
“So, if the pilgrims were actually aliens, what does that make the Indians?” Tosh asked.
“Native Americans,” Jack responded. He rocked back and forth on his heels. “Suddenly I have a taste for turkey and stuffing. Oh! And some of that jellied cranberry stuff!”
“There’s a pub on Greyfriar’s, near the University, that caters to American tastes,” Ianto interjected.
Jack grabbed his coat from the rack, snatching up Ianto’s as well. He tossed Ianto his coat. Deftly catching it, Ianto slipped his coat on and grabbed the keys to the SUV. Owen looked at Jack like he had grown another head.
“Jack, what’s going on?” Gwen asked.
“It’s the last Thursday in November, there’s a pub on Greyfriars who has that cranberry jelly, and I want to give thanks for having a team like you. We are going out for Thanksgiving dinner, and I’m buying.” Jack flashed them that dazzling grin and headed for the cog door. It slid open and he stood across the threshold. “Let’s go!”
Tosh and Owen exchanged a look with each other and then Tosh grabbed he coat, slipping it on as she handed Owen his coat. Gwen let out a sigh and took her proffered coat from Ianto.
After shuffling everyone out the door, Jack quickly ran back and pulled out a package from inside his coat. He opened the turkey jerkey and spritzed some of the special sauce on it, leaving it next to the water tower. He smiled and ran out the cog door as it started to close.
“Happy Thanksgiving Myfanwy,” Jack said, uttering many thanks in his mind for his Torchwood family.
Author's Note Addendum: Just like Jack, I am thankful for my "Torchwood Family." If it wasn't for that insanely awesome show, I might not have met some of you online, and it's also because of that show the friends I see everyday have a new geekiness to nerd over others. I am glad I have gotten to know a lot of you better - you know who you are! *HUGS*
Series: Ummmm.... Torchwood? (See title above)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jack, Tosh, Owen, Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers: Basic TW knowledge
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Jack enlightens the Torchwood team about the American holiday of Thanksgiving
Author's note: This bunny sank it's teeth into me at work. Not sure what brought it about, but I do like it - something short and sweet for Thanksgiving. (There will also be another note at the end of the story.)
A Torchwood Thanksgiving
“You can’t be serious, Jack,” Toshiko said, turning away from her computer and peering down her glasses at Captain Jack Harkness.
“What?” Jack asked, stuffing his hands into his trousers and flashing her that wry grin of his.
“Bollocks!” Owen leaned back in his chair, flopping first one booted foot, then the other, onto the corner of his desk. “That is utter shit,” he said, tossing the file he had been looking at helter-skelter, papers spewing across his desk.
“I’m telling the truth!” Jack looked from Tosh to Owen and then glanced at Ianto who had been staying out of things, hands on his hips, suit jacket pushed out, waiting to talk to Jack in his office. “Ianto, tell them.”
“I don’t know,” Ianto said. “I’ve never heard of such a theory, Sir.”
“Aha,” Owen exclaimed, throwing an accusatory finger at Jack. “He said Sir! Even teaboy thinks you are full of shit!”
“I mean, come on Jack,” Gwen said, stepping between Owen and Ianto. “How can you really expect us to believe that the pilgrims left for America not to escape religious persecution, but because the Crown told them to, to hide the fact that they were aliens?”
“Are you telling me that with everything you have seen, everything you have experienced working here, that you find that story so hard to believe?” Jack smirked at them, making eye contact with each employee, waggling his eyebrows at Ianto.
Ianto rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his chest. Gwen let out a groan and plopped down into the chair by her workstation. Owen threw his pen down onto his desk and watched as it rolled to the floor, while Tosh pushed her glasses back up her nose and turned back to her computers, shoulders slumping.
“Great,” Owen muttered. “Now that we know this, where do we file it under? Stuff we’ll never be able to use on Family Fortunes?”
“Um, Jack?” Gwen asked. “Just how do you know this?”
“You weren’t there, were you?” Tosh asked over her shoulder.
“No, I was never technically at the first Thanksgiving,” Jack chimed in. “The pilgrims just might have a longer lifespan than most humans, and I just might have happened to run into one once upon a time-“
“Oh shit, you shagged one of the pilgrims,” Owen exclaimed as he sat back up in his chair.
Jack shot a quick glance at Ianto. “I never said that.”
“But it makes sense,” Gwen stated, looking at the floor. She suddenly looked up, blushing. “I mean, what else could they do for fun back then? I mean, how else could they-“
“Shut up while you’re ahead Cooper,” Owen said.
“So, if the pilgrims were actually aliens, what does that make the Indians?” Tosh asked.
“Native Americans,” Jack responded. He rocked back and forth on his heels. “Suddenly I have a taste for turkey and stuffing. Oh! And some of that jellied cranberry stuff!”
“There’s a pub on Greyfriar’s, near the University, that caters to American tastes,” Ianto interjected.
Jack grabbed his coat from the rack, snatching up Ianto’s as well. He tossed Ianto his coat. Deftly catching it, Ianto slipped his coat on and grabbed the keys to the SUV. Owen looked at Jack like he had grown another head.
“Jack, what’s going on?” Gwen asked.
“It’s the last Thursday in November, there’s a pub on Greyfriars who has that cranberry jelly, and I want to give thanks for having a team like you. We are going out for Thanksgiving dinner, and I’m buying.” Jack flashed them that dazzling grin and headed for the cog door. It slid open and he stood across the threshold. “Let’s go!”
Tosh and Owen exchanged a look with each other and then Tosh grabbed he coat, slipping it on as she handed Owen his coat. Gwen let out a sigh and took her proffered coat from Ianto.
After shuffling everyone out the door, Jack quickly ran back and pulled out a package from inside his coat. He opened the turkey jerkey and spritzed some of the special sauce on it, leaving it next to the water tower. He smiled and ran out the cog door as it started to close.
“Happy Thanksgiving Myfanwy,” Jack said, uttering many thanks in his mind for his Torchwood family.
Author's Note Addendum: Just like Jack, I am thankful for my "Torchwood Family." If it wasn't for that insanely awesome show, I might not have met some of you online, and it's also because of that show the friends I see everyday have a new geekiness to nerd over others. I am glad I have gotten to know a lot of you better - you know who you are! *HUGS*