Jack and Ianto private archives, season 1. Chapter - 01/19
Title: Jack and Ianto private archives, season 1.
Chapter 1: Pondering about the use of chocolate in pterodactyl hunting.
POV: From Jack’s point of view.
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones and Myfanwy
Rating: Mostly PG-13 with some NC-17 latter on…
Summary: Everything began with some chocolate, a pterodactyl and a nice coat. Some very good hot coffee was involved too, if I got it right…
Warning: That’s a Jack/Ianto story of epic proportion, nearly ended in its French version. Even if I stick to the canon, it’s a complete different story running alongside what you watched on TV. Oh, and it’s a fix it story of course!
Disclaimer: I’m not making any money out of this, I’m just doing it for fun and because I love them, as you do.
Beta :
Beta: czarina_kitty
Jack got instantly back to his feet, not knowing what to do about what had just happened and even less about what hadn’t. One minute he was lying on his back with a gorgeous young man on top of him who was finally ready to give up and let him have his way with him… and the next, the guy was dashing away.
“I should go,” he’d said.
What the hell? Jack had thought. “First thing in the morning,” he shouted at the young man who was leaving him with a frustrating bulge in his pants. “Love the suit, by the way,” he added, when he realized that the kid wasn’t going to turn back.
Jack shrugged towards the pterodactyl lying next to him.
“So, it seems it’s just you and me.”
That thing was going to be heavy. And there was no way it would ever fit into the back of the SUV. Of course, he could always change his mind and shoot it into pieces. Yep. But no. There was something about the beast, some kind of kinship? After all, they were both lost and out of their time.
And a dinosaur that fancied chocolate, that was something unexpected.
Speaking, or thinking, of chocolate how did Jones happen to know that? Okay, Jack could allow for Mister Jones having a rift activity detector, but, that chocolate thing? Hadn’t he heard Mister Jones saying that he knew that? What was that all about?
“Okay, you and I are going to have a nice little chat about our young friend, what do you say?”
Saying that, Jack went to the SUV and came back with a sheet and some tape. Then he wrapped the pterodactyl’s wings carefully around its body. They didn’t look like they’d been damaged from the harsh landing. He rolled the beast in the sheet and secured it with the tape. He also secured the beak, as he had left the head out, and he had no idea how long his drugs were going to last. He’d never had the chance to try them on a dinosaur before.
You would expect that driving around with a pterodactyl on the top of your car could be a problem. Nope. No more in Cardiff than in Sunnydale. Was this because of some sort of denial, or was it just because people were used to seeing anything by now?
……………..
Jack put the pterodactyl into a little room with a nice view at the top of the main part of the Hub. It was sealed by an energy field which he could control with his wrist strap. It would be funny to send the dinosaur after Owen, Jack thought while he was throwing some pieces of meat to his new friend. The lady (yes it was a she) caught and ate the meat as if it was perfectly normal for her. It looked really as if it was used to human company, not that she could have met a lot of them in her time, right? Some lost time travellers, maybe… The odds were very low.
Jack had checked. Two months ago Ianto Jones was working at Canary Wharf. He was one of very few survivors of the disaster. After that, he had just vanished into thin air. No address, no work, nothing until that night in that Cardiff Park.
There was no way the guy had spent two month taming a pterodactyl to just hand it to Jack. Even more telling was the fact that, from what the man knew of Torchwood, Jack was going to kill it, if not on the spot then at least after studying it. It wasn’t making any sense. But Jack was trying to understand. After all, most of the Canary Wharf survivors were under psychiatric care. It was probably useless to try to make any sense out of Jones' behaviour…
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Jack used to have breakfast, whenever he got the chance to, at the Starbucks nearby. It was pretty much the only normal thing in his life. And he wasn’t really surprised to find Mister Jones standing in front of their office door as he made his way back to the hub. No hot, magical coffee out of nowhere this time. Just Mister Jones, standing there and looking very good in his three piece suit. He looked confident, or at least he tried to, but it didn’t last long.
“Good morning, sir… eh… Captain.”
Jack answered with a large grin and invited him into the Hub.
“About what happened last night… I’m really sorry… I really don’t understand….” Ianto tried to explain.
“Really? From where I was standing it looked pretty much like harassment, you know?”
“I’m really sorry, sir.”
“As for me, I’m sorry and frustrated,” Jack cut in, checking him openly out and adding with a grin, “You should have stayed.”
Jack didn’t quite manage to read the glare on Ianto’s face.
They reached the main Hub and Jack looked for Ianto’s reaction. Of course he stayed in one spot, gaping at the place for a moment. Jack grinned.
“So? What do you say?” Jack asked.
“What happened? Was there an earthquake while I was sleeping or do you have Weevils working here?” Ianto remarked dryly as he examined the mess around him.
It wasn’t exactly what Jack had expected, but, after all, Ianto was already Torchwood and had been in the crossfire between Daleks and Cybermen. Still Jack couldn't help feeling a bit hurt, or more like disappointed.
“You were the one to offer yourself as a butler,” Jack answered with a big large grin. “But if the signs of a slightly busy week frighten you, I’m afraid you’re not the man I need.”
“With a bit of organization nothing’s impossible, as you might find out. I like a challenge and this is indeed a challenge.”
Ianto was fun and Jack was beginning to enjoy this little game. Jack gave his new employee the grand tour of the place, from the cells to the autopsy bay and right down into the vaults. Jones' facial expression remained unaffected during the whole of it, but when he suddenly found himself confronted with the archives, he couldn’t stop himself. “Now I know why you wanted me to sign my contract first thing.”
“I thought you said you liked a challenge?” Jack said, amused. “Speaking of a challenge, let me show you where I put our new guest,” Jack said, as he stopped to pick up two chocolate sticks he had left earlier and gave them to Ianto.
“You know, I never thought I would meet a tamed dinosaur. I mean, outside of the Flintstones. What’s her name by the way? I guess she already has one.” Jack stopped to watch Ianto's reactions; the other man was stunned. “You should take this. It looks like you’ll have to make things right with her and chocolate seems to be the most direct way to her heart. Incredible what she would do for a piece of it.”
Jack showed Ianto the door to what was going to be the pterodactyl's new nest. Ianto took the chocolate and climbed inside. He crouched near the awakening dinosaur, fed her the chocolate piece by piece, and talked to her gently in Welsh as he stroked the spot where its beak met its eyes. Then he threw Jack a very miserable look.
“Myfanwy, her name is Myfanwy.” He sighed deeply. “Myfanwy has been here for a while now. She was tiny when I found her. I used to come feed her after school and I trained her to do all kind of tricks, she is very smart you know,” Ianto said in a whisper.
“I bet you didn’t take her with you to London?” Jack asked.
“Of course, not! She was already big enough to survive on her own.”
Jack was beginning to feel very concerned and he started to wonder if he should take Ianto to a psychiatrist, or simply retcon him. He suspected that retcon wouldn't be of any use in this case; it looked like Ianto’s problems had begun long before Canary Wharf.
“I know what you’re thinking, but she would never hurt anyone, she feeds mainly on fish.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Jack asked kindly.
“Cause I tagged her and monitored her flying patterns,” Ianto answered simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He got up to his feet and turned to face Jack. “I needed this job, and you wouldn’t listen,” he concluded with a sad sight.
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To be continued…
Chapter 1: Pondering about the use of chocolate in pterodactyl hunting.
POV: From Jack’s point of view.
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones and Myfanwy
Rating: Mostly PG-13 with some NC-17 latter on…
Summary: Everything began with some chocolate, a pterodactyl and a nice coat. Some very good hot coffee was involved too, if I got it right…
Warning: That’s a Jack/Ianto story of epic proportion, nearly ended in its French version. Even if I stick to the canon, it’s a complete different story running alongside what you watched on TV. Oh, and it’s a fix it story of course!
Disclaimer: I’m not making any money out of this, I’m just doing it for fun and because I love them, as you do.
Beta :
Beta: czarina_kitty
Jack got instantly back to his feet, not knowing what to do about what had just happened and even less about what hadn’t. One minute he was lying on his back with a gorgeous young man on top of him who was finally ready to give up and let him have his way with him… and the next, the guy was dashing away.
“I should go,” he’d said.
What the hell? Jack had thought. “First thing in the morning,” he shouted at the young man who was leaving him with a frustrating bulge in his pants. “Love the suit, by the way,” he added, when he realized that the kid wasn’t going to turn back.
Jack shrugged towards the pterodactyl lying next to him.
“So, it seems it’s just you and me.”
That thing was going to be heavy. And there was no way it would ever fit into the back of the SUV. Of course, he could always change his mind and shoot it into pieces. Yep. But no. There was something about the beast, some kind of kinship? After all, they were both lost and out of their time.
And a dinosaur that fancied chocolate, that was something unexpected.
Speaking, or thinking, of chocolate how did Jones happen to know that? Okay, Jack could allow for Mister Jones having a rift activity detector, but, that chocolate thing? Hadn’t he heard Mister Jones saying that he knew that? What was that all about?
“Okay, you and I are going to have a nice little chat about our young friend, what do you say?”
Saying that, Jack went to the SUV and came back with a sheet and some tape. Then he wrapped the pterodactyl’s wings carefully around its body. They didn’t look like they’d been damaged from the harsh landing. He rolled the beast in the sheet and secured it with the tape. He also secured the beak, as he had left the head out, and he had no idea how long his drugs were going to last. He’d never had the chance to try them on a dinosaur before.
You would expect that driving around with a pterodactyl on the top of your car could be a problem. Nope. No more in Cardiff than in Sunnydale. Was this because of some sort of denial, or was it just because people were used to seeing anything by now?
……………..
Jack put the pterodactyl into a little room with a nice view at the top of the main part of the Hub. It was sealed by an energy field which he could control with his wrist strap. It would be funny to send the dinosaur after Owen, Jack thought while he was throwing some pieces of meat to his new friend. The lady (yes it was a she) caught and ate the meat as if it was perfectly normal for her. It looked really as if it was used to human company, not that she could have met a lot of them in her time, right? Some lost time travellers, maybe… The odds were very low.
Jack had checked. Two months ago Ianto Jones was working at Canary Wharf. He was one of very few survivors of the disaster. After that, he had just vanished into thin air. No address, no work, nothing until that night in that Cardiff Park.
There was no way the guy had spent two month taming a pterodactyl to just hand it to Jack. Even more telling was the fact that, from what the man knew of Torchwood, Jack was going to kill it, if not on the spot then at least after studying it. It wasn’t making any sense. But Jack was trying to understand. After all, most of the Canary Wharf survivors were under psychiatric care. It was probably useless to try to make any sense out of Jones' behaviour…
……………………………
Jack used to have breakfast, whenever he got the chance to, at the Starbucks nearby. It was pretty much the only normal thing in his life. And he wasn’t really surprised to find Mister Jones standing in front of their office door as he made his way back to the hub. No hot, magical coffee out of nowhere this time. Just Mister Jones, standing there and looking very good in his three piece suit. He looked confident, or at least he tried to, but it didn’t last long.
“Good morning, sir… eh… Captain.”
Jack answered with a large grin and invited him into the Hub.
“About what happened last night… I’m really sorry… I really don’t understand….” Ianto tried to explain.
“Really? From where I was standing it looked pretty much like harassment, you know?”
“I’m really sorry, sir.”
“As for me, I’m sorry and frustrated,” Jack cut in, checking him openly out and adding with a grin, “You should have stayed.”
Jack didn’t quite manage to read the glare on Ianto’s face.
They reached the main Hub and Jack looked for Ianto’s reaction. Of course he stayed in one spot, gaping at the place for a moment. Jack grinned.
“So? What do you say?” Jack asked.
“What happened? Was there an earthquake while I was sleeping or do you have Weevils working here?” Ianto remarked dryly as he examined the mess around him.
It wasn’t exactly what Jack had expected, but, after all, Ianto was already Torchwood and had been in the crossfire between Daleks and Cybermen. Still Jack couldn't help feeling a bit hurt, or more like disappointed.
“You were the one to offer yourself as a butler,” Jack answered with a big large grin. “But if the signs of a slightly busy week frighten you, I’m afraid you’re not the man I need.”
“With a bit of organization nothing’s impossible, as you might find out. I like a challenge and this is indeed a challenge.”
Ianto was fun and Jack was beginning to enjoy this little game. Jack gave his new employee the grand tour of the place, from the cells to the autopsy bay and right down into the vaults. Jones' facial expression remained unaffected during the whole of it, but when he suddenly found himself confronted with the archives, he couldn’t stop himself. “Now I know why you wanted me to sign my contract first thing.”
“I thought you said you liked a challenge?” Jack said, amused. “Speaking of a challenge, let me show you where I put our new guest,” Jack said, as he stopped to pick up two chocolate sticks he had left earlier and gave them to Ianto.
“You know, I never thought I would meet a tamed dinosaur. I mean, outside of the Flintstones. What’s her name by the way? I guess she already has one.” Jack stopped to watch Ianto's reactions; the other man was stunned. “You should take this. It looks like you’ll have to make things right with her and chocolate seems to be the most direct way to her heart. Incredible what she would do for a piece of it.”
Jack showed Ianto the door to what was going to be the pterodactyl's new nest. Ianto took the chocolate and climbed inside. He crouched near the awakening dinosaur, fed her the chocolate piece by piece, and talked to her gently in Welsh as he stroked the spot where its beak met its eyes. Then he threw Jack a very miserable look.
“Myfanwy, her name is Myfanwy.” He sighed deeply. “Myfanwy has been here for a while now. She was tiny when I found her. I used to come feed her after school and I trained her to do all kind of tricks, she is very smart you know,” Ianto said in a whisper.
“I bet you didn’t take her with you to London?” Jack asked.
“Of course, not! She was already big enough to survive on her own.”
Jack was beginning to feel very concerned and he started to wonder if he should take Ianto to a psychiatrist, or simply retcon him. He suspected that retcon wouldn't be of any use in this case; it looked like Ianto’s problems had begun long before Canary Wharf.
“I know what you’re thinking, but she would never hurt anyone, she feeds mainly on fish.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Jack asked kindly.
“Cause I tagged her and monitored her flying patterns,” Ianto answered simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He got up to his feet and turned to face Jack. “I needed this job, and you wouldn’t listen,” he concluded with a sad sight.
.
To be continued…