Love At First Flight
Title: Love At First Flight
Character: Ianto Jones, Myfanwy
Rating: PG
Warnings: fluff
Summary: Ianto is a fifteen-years-old kid having issues about staying around other people. When it gets unbearable he hides in an abandoned warehouse. One day he finds an amazing intruder.
Spoilers: Not really. Could have been a prologue for my Jack and Ianto Private Archives.
Disclaimer: Still not making money out of this. Characters still belong to RTD & the BBC as far as I know.
Beta: jooles34
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Ianto was sitting on the bare floor of the abandoned warehouse, arms around his knees, face down, lying on them. He was, however, grasping a big strong stick in his right hand. There was no way anyone would come to disturb him here in his shelter.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
Since his earliest childhood, Ianto had always hidden in dark places. People don’t look in dark places for a young kid and he needed to be alone from time to time. People couldn’t understand they were hurting him just by being around.
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Ianto was an empath and people’s emotions were getting at him, hurting him. Especially when they were erratic or violent like his father. Not that he was a bad man, just too unstable for his empathic son.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
When he was four he used to like hiding in his wardrobe. Social services and child protection gave his father a hard time about that. When the wardrobe had begun too get to small for him, Ianto moved to the attic.
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He found this warehouse some time ago as he wanted to hide from other teens. It was discarded; no one ever came here. It was said to be haunted or some other stupid nonsense. Ianto liked it there, it had become his place.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
Something had trespassed. Something alive, but not a rat or any mammal. Ianto would have felt it. And he was feeling nothing. Probably an insect or an escaped pet lizard then.
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Ianto crouched silently listening for the annoying noise. His stick secured in his hand he stood up and began to walk cautiously towards some scattered boxes abandoned on the south side of the building. The noise was coming from there.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
This place was his and Ianto was ready to fight to keep it that way. He was not going to let any intruder disturb his shelter. He got around the boxes to find more boxes and barrell.
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A wooden box was moving on its own, trying to find its way between two barrell. What was trapped underneath had to be big. The box was too heavy for any local insect or reptile. It could have been some iguana, but it was surely not a thing from the sewers. They were far bigger and stronger.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Whatever the trapped thing was, it had finally sensed Ianto’s presence. Ianto waited a while. Nothing happened. Cautiously he lifted the box with the stick’s help, freeing an astonishing vindicatory creature. Half lizard, half bird it was no bigger than a very aggressive poodle.
And it was attacking Ianto’s boots.
Ianto shoved it away. The thing fell on its back, its wide wings more incapacitating than useful. Infuriated, it was screaming and trying hard to got back on its feet while pecking Ianto’s stick. In his head Ianto was running the animalistic encyclopedia and he couldn’t find anything matching that. At least among contemporary ones; that thing looked like a pteranodon.
Ianto helped the aggressive intruder up with his stick. He was thanked by a new beak attack.
The thing was incredibly hostile, probably scared, but Ianto could feel nothing. It was funny. Ianto played with it for some time. Not hurting it, just annoying it with his stick, until the beast began to get tired or realised the fight was pointless.
“How long have you been here?” Ianto said.
It was getting late. Ianto was beginning to feel hungry. He looked for the chocolate bars in his pocket and unwrapped one.
“D’you wants some?” he asked.
There was a shriek. Ianto broke a small piece off his chocolate and throw it to the mini pteranodon. The small beast began to play with it as if it was trying to identify it. It finally took the piece with the tip of its beak, tilted its head back to let the chocolate slide alongside it, and swallowed it down.
“Good, isn’t it?”
The chocolate must have been good because Ianto’s incredibly aggressive guest came to harass him violently for more.
“Hey, that no way to thank someone!” Ianto protested, but he gave up his whole snack piece after piece.
Before leaving Ianto hid his new friend under her box, promising he would come back with fish or whatever food he could think of.
Day after day, Ianto came back to feed Myfanwy, teaching her tricks. She was the only one he could really bear to be around. She became the confidant of his forced loneliness.
Ianto came to visit her until one day he left for London, but Myfanwy was already a big girl then and could fish on her own. She missed the chocolate though, and of course the company.
She knew Ianto would eventually come back.
And one day he came back with a playful friend and some chocolate.
Character: Ianto Jones, Myfanwy
Rating: PG
Warnings: fluff
Summary: Ianto is a fifteen-years-old kid having issues about staying around other people. When it gets unbearable he hides in an abandoned warehouse. One day he finds an amazing intruder.
Spoilers: Not really. Could have been a prologue for my Jack and Ianto Private Archives.
Disclaimer: Still not making money out of this. Characters still belong to RTD & the BBC as far as I know.
Beta: jooles34
Toc, toc, toc , toc, toc , toc, toc …
Ianto was sitting on the bare floor of the abandoned warehouse, arms around his knees, face down, lying on them. He was, however, grasping a big strong stick in his right hand. There was no way anyone would come to disturb him here in his shelter.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
Since his earliest childhood, Ianto had always hidden in dark places. People don’t look in dark places for a young kid and he needed to be alone from time to time. People couldn’t understand they were hurting him just by being around.
Toc, toc, toc , toc, toc , toc, toc …
Ianto was an empath and people’s emotions were getting at him, hurting him. Especially when they were erratic or violent like his father. Not that he was a bad man, just too unstable for his empathic son.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
When he was four he used to like hiding in his wardrobe. Social services and child protection gave his father a hard time about that. When the wardrobe had begun too get to small for him, Ianto moved to the attic.
Toc, toc, toc , toc, toc , toc, toc …
He found this warehouse some time ago as he wanted to hide from other teens. It was discarded; no one ever came here. It was said to be haunted or some other stupid nonsense. Ianto liked it there, it had become his place.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
Something had trespassed. Something alive, but not a rat or any mammal. Ianto would have felt it. And he was feeling nothing. Probably an insect or an escaped pet lizard then.
Toc, toc, toc , toc, toc , toc, toc …
Ianto crouched silently listening for the annoying noise. His stick secured in his hand he stood up and began to walk cautiously towards some scattered boxes abandoned on the south side of the building. The noise was coming from there.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…
This place was his and Ianto was ready to fight to keep it that way. He was not going to let any intruder disturb his shelter. He got around the boxes to find more boxes and barrell.
Toc, toc, toc , toc, toc , toc, toc …
A wooden box was moving on its own, trying to find its way between two barrell. What was trapped underneath had to be big. The box was too heavy for any local insect or reptile. It could have been some iguana, but it was surely not a thing from the sewers. They were far bigger and stronger.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Whatever the trapped thing was, it had finally sensed Ianto’s presence. Ianto waited a while. Nothing happened. Cautiously he lifted the box with the stick’s help, freeing an astonishing vindicatory creature. Half lizard, half bird it was no bigger than a very aggressive poodle.
And it was attacking Ianto’s boots.
Ianto shoved it away. The thing fell on its back, its wide wings more incapacitating than useful. Infuriated, it was screaming and trying hard to got back on its feet while pecking Ianto’s stick. In his head Ianto was running the animalistic encyclopedia and he couldn’t find anything matching that. At least among contemporary ones; that thing looked like a pteranodon.
Ianto helped the aggressive intruder up with his stick. He was thanked by a new beak attack.
The thing was incredibly hostile, probably scared, but Ianto could feel nothing. It was funny. Ianto played with it for some time. Not hurting it, just annoying it with his stick, until the beast began to get tired or realised the fight was pointless.
“How long have you been here?” Ianto said.
It was getting late. Ianto was beginning to feel hungry. He looked for the chocolate bars in his pocket and unwrapped one.
“D’you wants some?” he asked.
There was a shriek. Ianto broke a small piece off his chocolate and throw it to the mini pteranodon. The small beast began to play with it as if it was trying to identify it. It finally took the piece with the tip of its beak, tilted its head back to let the chocolate slide alongside it, and swallowed it down.
“Good, isn’t it?”
The chocolate must have been good because Ianto’s incredibly aggressive guest came to harass him violently for more.
“Hey, that no way to thank someone!” Ianto protested, but he gave up his whole snack piece after piece.
Before leaving Ianto hid his new friend under her box, promising he would come back with fish or whatever food he could think of.
Day after day, Ianto came back to feed Myfanwy, teaching her tricks. She was the only one he could really bear to be around. She became the confidant of his forced loneliness.
Ianto came to visit her until one day he left for London, but Myfanwy was already a big girl then and could fish on her own. She missed the chocolate though, and of course the company.
She knew Ianto would eventually come back.
And one day he came back with a playful friend and some chocolate.