Celebrate Your Uniqueness
Title: Celebrate Your Uniqueness.
Beta: jooles34
Challenge: Tent
Characters/ pairings: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Gwen &Tosh
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ianto’s train of thought just before everything goes completely askew.
Warnings: Angst. Be careful about what you wish for.
Spoilers: Countryside. If you haven’t already guessed from the title!
Disclaimer: Of course I’m not making any money out of this, only the BBC and RTD are allowed to, not that I’m so sure they ought to after killing you know who…
Author’s note: Written for: http://community.livejournal.com/31_jours/ challenge.
Ianto had now unloaded canvas, poles, mallets and tent pegs as well as the rest of the equipment. Army tents. Just one would have sheltered the five of them, but He had him pack three of them. Of course He wasn’t the one who had to carry them. He wasn’t the one who was to unpack them and then to pitch them. No way. He, of course, being Jack Harkness.
No, Jack was sitting there in the SUV passenger seat; door open, lost in thought, studying the map as if it could give him an insight into the disappearances.
Meanwhile, Ianto had to do the job on his own. Of course, that was what he had signed up for. But not here in the countryside facing the elements.
He wasn’t supposed to go out on the field. He was the, skivvy, sure, but back at the Hub. Not here. He wished the wind would stop; he was tired of fighting against it. At least the girls were helping, or pretending to anyway. As for the doctor, he was only good for messing around and complaining.
And these tents? Where did he find them? They ought to be in some kind of museum. Tents nowadays just had to be thrown at the ground and they would pop up as they landed gently on the soil. He should keep up to date, our Captain.
And why three tents when there were five of them?
One for the girls, okay, he got that. But that left three men and two tents.
He couldn’t imagine sharing one with Owen. He would just tease him, reminding him every now and then what little slut he was. No, had been. Although the doctor would probably refuse vehemently anyway.
As for the Captain, Ianto didn’t think he would have the guts to sleep by his side. Not that he worried that his boss would try to take advantage of him. No, since Lisa, since Jack had find out that it had just been about distracting him from discovering Lisa, the man has been nothing but professional around him. And the worst part of that was that it made him feel even guiltier… He couldn’t even blame Jack for harassing him; hold that against him.
But what Ianto really feared was to end up alone in the last tent, like the traitor he was, like a Judas.
No really, he could take anything but that. Anything, but sleeping this night alone in one of those cavernous tents. He wished for that not to happen.
And as the Lord’s ways are only known to thee, they were never to use those tents… But it was not the answer to his prayer that Ianto had wished for.
End.
Beta: jooles34
Challenge: Tent
Characters/ pairings: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Gwen &Tosh
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ianto’s train of thought just before everything goes completely askew.
Warnings: Angst. Be careful about what you wish for.
Spoilers: Countryside. If you haven’t already guessed from the title!
Disclaimer: Of course I’m not making any money out of this, only the BBC and RTD are allowed to, not that I’m so sure they ought to after killing you know who…
Author’s note: Written for: http://community.livejournal.com/31_jours/ challenge.
Ianto had now unloaded canvas, poles, mallets and tent pegs as well as the rest of the equipment. Army tents. Just one would have sheltered the five of them, but He had him pack three of them. Of course He wasn’t the one who had to carry them. He wasn’t the one who was to unpack them and then to pitch them. No way. He, of course, being Jack Harkness.
No, Jack was sitting there in the SUV passenger seat; door open, lost in thought, studying the map as if it could give him an insight into the disappearances.
Meanwhile, Ianto had to do the job on his own. Of course, that was what he had signed up for. But not here in the countryside facing the elements.
He wasn’t supposed to go out on the field. He was the, skivvy, sure, but back at the Hub. Not here. He wished the wind would stop; he was tired of fighting against it. At least the girls were helping, or pretending to anyway. As for the doctor, he was only good for messing around and complaining.
And these tents? Where did he find them? They ought to be in some kind of museum. Tents nowadays just had to be thrown at the ground and they would pop up as they landed gently on the soil. He should keep up to date, our Captain.
And why three tents when there were five of them?
One for the girls, okay, he got that. But that left three men and two tents.
He couldn’t imagine sharing one with Owen. He would just tease him, reminding him every now and then what little slut he was. No, had been. Although the doctor would probably refuse vehemently anyway.
As for the Captain, Ianto didn’t think he would have the guts to sleep by his side. Not that he worried that his boss would try to take advantage of him. No, since Lisa, since Jack had find out that it had just been about distracting him from discovering Lisa, the man has been nothing but professional around him. And the worst part of that was that it made him feel even guiltier… He couldn’t even blame Jack for harassing him; hold that against him.
But what Ianto really feared was to end up alone in the last tent, like the traitor he was, like a Judas.
No really, he could take anything but that. Anything, but sleeping this night alone in one of those cavernous tents. He wished for that not to happen.
And as the Lord’s ways are only known to thee, they were never to use those tents… But it was not the answer to his prayer that Ianto had wished for.
End.