Fic: Meow
Title: Meow
Characters: Ianto & Twitchy
Spoilers; Possibly Cyberwoman.
Summary: Sequel to Twitchy.
Ianto needs someone to talk to, but who can he turn to?
Beta'd by the wonderful (and ill)
ahlai
“She was my first love.”
Meow.
“She walked into that office nearly two years ago and that was it - I knew that she was the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with.”
Meow. Twitchy jumped up on the sofa, circled his legs and settled down on Ianto’s lap, nudging his hands with her head. He smirked, Impatient, this one, he thought as he petted her black silky coat leaving cat hairs all over his t-shirt.
“She was gorgeous, but that’s not why I loved her,”
Meow. Ianto continued to stroke Twitchy, her purring magnified when he reached her favourite spot.
“I loved her because … she was the only one that saw me for who I was, not for my job or what I could do.”
Meow. He slowly eased up on the pressure; Twitchy glanced up at him as if to ask what he was doing. Ianto closed his eyes thinking back to the beginning…
“She was the one who would come to me during our breaks and we’d have coffee up on the roof. Somehow we started dating: her mother was happy, her cousin approved of me and exactly thirteen months after we’d first met, we moved in together.”
Meow.
“And then the metal men came and destroyed the woman I loved….the woman I wanted to marry.” Ianto stopped, swallowing the lump that appeared in his throat.
Meow. Twitchy snuggled into his hand, her meow sounding sadder to his well trained ears and that’s what made Ianto pause, his hand hovering above Twitchy’s head.
“I’m talking to a cat.” Twitchy meowed in agreement, nudging his hand again. “I’m talking to a bloody cat.” His head collided with the back of the sofa, closing his eyes, trying to take his mind off the craziness. He cracked open one eye as the pressure on his chest increased. Twitchy stared at him intently through her abnormal eyes, rubbing her nose against his chin and purring at the contact. Ianto gazed at her thoughtfully, his mind already clogging up with memories, ideas and promises.
The clock struck nine, breaking the sudden silence. Ianto took a deep breath, scratching Twitchy’s ear again.
“I came to Cardiff looking for a man named Captain Jack -”
Twitchy purred contentedly and settled back into his lap, and Ianto continued to talk long into the night….
Characters: Ianto & Twitchy
Spoilers; Possibly Cyberwoman.
Summary: Sequel to Twitchy.
Ianto needs someone to talk to, but who can he turn to?
Beta'd by the wonderful (and ill)
ahlai
“She was my first love.”
Meow.
“She walked into that office nearly two years ago and that was it - I knew that she was the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with.”
Meow. Twitchy jumped up on the sofa, circled his legs and settled down on Ianto’s lap, nudging his hands with her head. He smirked, Impatient, this one, he thought as he petted her black silky coat leaving cat hairs all over his t-shirt.
“She was gorgeous, but that’s not why I loved her,”
Meow. Ianto continued to stroke Twitchy, her purring magnified when he reached her favourite spot.
“I loved her because … she was the only one that saw me for who I was, not for my job or what I could do.”
Meow. He slowly eased up on the pressure; Twitchy glanced up at him as if to ask what he was doing. Ianto closed his eyes thinking back to the beginning…
“She was the one who would come to me during our breaks and we’d have coffee up on the roof. Somehow we started dating: her mother was happy, her cousin approved of me and exactly thirteen months after we’d first met, we moved in together.”
Meow.
“And then the metal men came and destroyed the woman I loved….the woman I wanted to marry.” Ianto stopped, swallowing the lump that appeared in his throat.
Meow. Twitchy snuggled into his hand, her meow sounding sadder to his well trained ears and that’s what made Ianto pause, his hand hovering above Twitchy’s head.
“I’m talking to a cat.” Twitchy meowed in agreement, nudging his hand again. “I’m talking to a bloody cat.” His head collided with the back of the sofa, closing his eyes, trying to take his mind off the craziness. He cracked open one eye as the pressure on his chest increased. Twitchy stared at him intently through her abnormal eyes, rubbing her nose against his chin and purring at the contact. Ianto gazed at her thoughtfully, his mind already clogging up with memories, ideas and promises.
The clock struck nine, breaking the sudden silence. Ianto took a deep breath, scratching Twitchy’s ear again.
“I came to Cardiff looking for a man named Captain Jack -”
Twitchy purred contentedly and settled back into his lap, and Ianto continued to talk long into the night….