Fic: A Proud and Future Teaboy
Title: A Proud and Future Teaboy
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Yvonne Hartmann
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Some bits of "Fragments" (TW 2.12)
Beta: luvinthe88and20
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: Ianto faces himself in the mirror and has grown to like what he sees staring back at him.
Author's Notes: Written for the tw_lucky_7 sin prompt of "Pride."
A Proud and Future Teaboy
Before he headed down into the Hub, Ianto stopped by the mirror he kept in the back of the tourist office. He tightened the blue and grey striped tie that was around his neck, and brushed an imaginary speck of dust off the shoulder of his blue pinstriped waistcoat. Smirking at himself in the mirror, Ianto jutted his chin upwards.
He found himself thinking back to what had prompted him to tempt Captain Jack Harkness with his classic suits. It was Jack himself who inspired him. Ianto set a file folder square to the corner of his desk and hurried down the secret hallway under the ground.
Ianto was so happy to be out of the hole in the wall office that Yvonne kept the junior archivists stuck in. Yvonne always complained that the new ones had no pride in their work, no pride and willing to do anything for The British Empire. Ianto could care less, he was happy to have a job, and to have Lisa.
Ianto dug through the filing cabinet down the hall from Yvonne’s office. All he wanted to do was move up and out of the basement, but all everyone seemed concerned about was that Yvonne had an audience with Captain Jack Harkness who headed up Torchwood Three. Apparently the man never came up to the Canary Wharf office unless absolutely necessary. Yvonne made sure Harkness realized how necessary it had been.
Taking the file folder into the main room so he could look at it in better light, Ianto looked up as a silence fell across the desks arranged there. Ianto craned his head around and was surprised to see Captain Harkness stalking towards Yvonne, a benevolent smile on his face, looking dashing in a three piece pinstriped suit like a wealthy bachelor from America. The suit moved as if it was made just for him, supple to the touch - Ianto imagined. Harkness strode up to Yvonne, shook her hand harshly and then ushered the Director into her own office.
Ianto couldn’t help going over how proudly Harkness carried himself, holding his cards to his chest, not giving anything to Yvonne. Taking a couple of notes on the case file, Ianto replaced it in the current archives and headed back down to his disheveled basement office, which led him right past Yvonne’s office door.
One of Yvonne’s little worker bees hurried out of the office, looking all serious about his coffee run or some other important job for the Director. As Ianto ducked out of the way, beyond the door, he could hear Yvonne talking to Harkness.
“But, Captain Harkness, you had no right-” Yvonne was cut off as someone inside shut the door, so Ianto did not hear what the important meeting had been about, but he had heard enough to hear the stutter in Yvonne’s voice.
Ianto had started dressing more businesslike around Torchwood. Nothing quite like the ensemble he had worn the day he introduced Jack to Myfanwy and won the Captain over. An added waistcoat, a suit jacket, they all went far to getting himself noticed around Canary Wharf; either his coworkers started looking up to him, or became wary of him. He had even been up for a promotion when The Battle occurred. That was all lost to him.
Now Ianto had other things that belonged to him. Rolling down his shirtsleeves and rebuttoning them as he entered through the cog door he thought of Jack. Jack was his as long as Ianto kept up appearances. It was because of Jack that Ianto had started opting for suits more and more. A suit showed strength, it meant business. A suit was so many layers between your inner turmoils and the chaos outside. A suit commanded respect. Duw, even Owen was a bit less snarky to him when Ianto wore a suit. Not much, but enough to prove Ianto’s point.
Passing by Owen, sprawled amongst the mess of his desk, Ianto absently ran a hand over his clean shaven face. He couldn’t help noticing the day old scruff on Owen and nearly clucked his tongue in distaste. Even though Owen had more opportunities growing up than Ianto did, deep down Ianto knew he was the better man. Even Jack corroborated that all the times Ianto caught the Captain sneaking glances at him in his impeccable suit.
He liked the way he looked. It made him feel like he had a real job, not some monstrosity that science fiction writers would turn their noses up at as unbelievable. Ianto enjoyed the respect he got from the estate when he visited his sister and her family. He looked important and he would bloody well be important to them if that’s what it took. He was no longer Titchy Yan, he was-
“Ianto Jones,” Jack nearly purred as Ianto closed the door to Jack’s office. “That suit looks good on you.” Jack leered at Ianto in normal fashion.
Ianto looked at Jack, a fire in his eyes. He arched an eyebrow in condemnation. “I know.”
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Yvonne Hartmann
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Some bits of "Fragments" (TW 2.12)
Beta: luvinthe88and20
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: Ianto faces himself in the mirror and has grown to like what he sees staring back at him.
Author's Notes: Written for the tw_lucky_7 sin prompt of "Pride."
A Proud and Future Teaboy
Before he headed down into the Hub, Ianto stopped by the mirror he kept in the back of the tourist office. He tightened the blue and grey striped tie that was around his neck, and brushed an imaginary speck of dust off the shoulder of his blue pinstriped waistcoat. Smirking at himself in the mirror, Ianto jutted his chin upwards.
He found himself thinking back to what had prompted him to tempt Captain Jack Harkness with his classic suits. It was Jack himself who inspired him. Ianto set a file folder square to the corner of his desk and hurried down the secret hallway under the ground.
Ianto was so happy to be out of the hole in the wall office that Yvonne kept the junior archivists stuck in. Yvonne always complained that the new ones had no pride in their work, no pride and willing to do anything for The British Empire. Ianto could care less, he was happy to have a job, and to have Lisa.
Ianto dug through the filing cabinet down the hall from Yvonne’s office. All he wanted to do was move up and out of the basement, but all everyone seemed concerned about was that Yvonne had an audience with Captain Jack Harkness who headed up Torchwood Three. Apparently the man never came up to the Canary Wharf office unless absolutely necessary. Yvonne made sure Harkness realized how necessary it had been.
Taking the file folder into the main room so he could look at it in better light, Ianto looked up as a silence fell across the desks arranged there. Ianto craned his head around and was surprised to see Captain Harkness stalking towards Yvonne, a benevolent smile on his face, looking dashing in a three piece pinstriped suit like a wealthy bachelor from America. The suit moved as if it was made just for him, supple to the touch - Ianto imagined. Harkness strode up to Yvonne, shook her hand harshly and then ushered the Director into her own office.
Ianto couldn’t help going over how proudly Harkness carried himself, holding his cards to his chest, not giving anything to Yvonne. Taking a couple of notes on the case file, Ianto replaced it in the current archives and headed back down to his disheveled basement office, which led him right past Yvonne’s office door.
One of Yvonne’s little worker bees hurried out of the office, looking all serious about his coffee run or some other important job for the Director. As Ianto ducked out of the way, beyond the door, he could hear Yvonne talking to Harkness.
“But, Captain Harkness, you had no right-” Yvonne was cut off as someone inside shut the door, so Ianto did not hear what the important meeting had been about, but he had heard enough to hear the stutter in Yvonne’s voice.
Ianto had started dressing more businesslike around Torchwood. Nothing quite like the ensemble he had worn the day he introduced Jack to Myfanwy and won the Captain over. An added waistcoat, a suit jacket, they all went far to getting himself noticed around Canary Wharf; either his coworkers started looking up to him, or became wary of him. He had even been up for a promotion when The Battle occurred. That was all lost to him.
Now Ianto had other things that belonged to him. Rolling down his shirtsleeves and rebuttoning them as he entered through the cog door he thought of Jack. Jack was his as long as Ianto kept up appearances. It was because of Jack that Ianto had started opting for suits more and more. A suit showed strength, it meant business. A suit was so many layers between your inner turmoils and the chaos outside. A suit commanded respect. Duw, even Owen was a bit less snarky to him when Ianto wore a suit. Not much, but enough to prove Ianto’s point.
Passing by Owen, sprawled amongst the mess of his desk, Ianto absently ran a hand over his clean shaven face. He couldn’t help noticing the day old scruff on Owen and nearly clucked his tongue in distaste. Even though Owen had more opportunities growing up than Ianto did, deep down Ianto knew he was the better man. Even Jack corroborated that all the times Ianto caught the Captain sneaking glances at him in his impeccable suit.
He liked the way he looked. It made him feel like he had a real job, not some monstrosity that science fiction writers would turn their noses up at as unbelievable. Ianto enjoyed the respect he got from the estate when he visited his sister and her family. He looked important and he would bloody well be important to them if that’s what it took. He was no longer Titchy Yan, he was-
“Ianto Jones,” Jack nearly purred as Ianto closed the door to Jack’s office. “That suit looks good on you.” Jack leered at Ianto in normal fashion.
Ianto looked at Jack, a fire in his eyes. He arched an eyebrow in condemnation. “I know.”