TW: Lies and Misdirections [K+ - T]
Torchwood - Lies and Misdirections
Fandom:
Torchwood
Title:
Lies and Misdirections
In which Jack and Ianto very studiously don't discuss their feelings for each other.
Author:
lt_indigo
Pairing(s):
Jack/Ianto
Warning(s):
Tiny bit of Gwen-bashing
Disclamer:
If I owned this, not only would Ianto not be bloody dead, but I would not be posting to LJ; I would be making money from this. Especially at the rate I seem to be churning out stuff right now.
Word count:
374
Author's note:
Takes place during 'Countrycide'. Sequel of sorts to " It Wasn't Cheating" and " It Isn't Cheating", but could absolutely be read as a stand-alone.
“You lied,” Jack said, leaning casually against the picnic bench. They were alone: Gwen and Owen were off ‘getting firewood’ (because that had them all fooled, not), and Tosh was very studiously giving him and Ianto space, hovering at the other side of the campsite and fiddling with her PDA, trying to look busy and not at all like she was eavesdropping.
Ianto paused in his shuffling of gear in the tent. “Not to sound like the twelve-year-old girls Gwen so clearly thinks we are, but so did you. At least…”
“That was misdirection,” Jack protested. “I’ve got a reputation to maintain, you know.”
“Yes, I know all about your ‘reputation’,” Ianto responded acerbically, pulling his head out of the back seat and unleashing The Eyebrows on Jack. “I… Owen already thinks I shouldn’t be here: if I’d told him the truth, he’d think it was just because I’m shagging you.”
“As long as you don’t believe that.”
Ianto shrugged. “I don’t know what to believe,” he admitted. “I was never a field agent before, and I haven’t been here, either, until now.”
Jack gained a wistful expression, remembering. “Oh, I don’t know: we made a pretty good team catching Myfanwy.”
The Eyebrows made a brief comeback. “You know I put her in there, don’t you?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, I worked that one out just after the incident with the faeries. Still, that takes some balls, manhandling a live pteranodon.”
There was a sigh before Jack continued. “Look, Ianto, I know how much I annoy the locals round here. I thought that a loud, obnoxious American coming blundering in with two English people and, well, Gwen in tow might not set the right tone.”
Ah, suddenly things made sense. “You thought I might swing things in your favour with the locals, even up the numbers.”
“Yeah. And, since none of us speak the language…”
Ianto laughed. “You’re worried the nasty Welshmen won’t talk to you in words you can understand?”
“I’m being practical and using the resources at my disposal.”
Ianto was saved from a response by shouts from Gwen and Owen that didn’t sound like they were jumping each other. They exchanged a brief, reassuring glance before running towards the sounds, guns drawn.