Lady of the Hub
I think I'm on crack. I blame sariagray
This is all her fault. Yep. Oh, and I like pterodactyls. Technically she's a pteranodon though.
This is unbeta'd... really. I just felt like posting something. There may be more someday. I say that alot. I just realized that I have a third part to write. Shyte. :)
Disclaimers: Jack belongs to Ianto. Both belong to Myfanwy.
Lady of the Hub
The Hub was dark and quiet… just the way she liked it. The past few days had been a bustle of loudness that had irritated her head; with lights flashing everywhere and violent air currents that vibrated unnaturally in her wing membranes. But now… all was quiet.
Wait… not all. She detected movement below, as she soared around the water tower, stretching her wings to their fullest to make maximum use of the tiny currents. She squawked quietly, watching the two men below her. Myfanwy had grown used to her team in the years that since “jack” and “ianto” had captured her. The dark chocolate that they routinely fed her helped. “ianto” came up to her aerie 3 times a week to feed her… several hundred pounds of raw meat and fish that he would throw into a sort of food dish area that he had found in her cave. And of course, he would always hand feed her a bit of chocolate. Usually while telling her about whatever was happening in the world of Torchwood at that particular moment,often talking about “jack”.
The pteranodon was much more intelligent then she had been given credit for. And she saw all. She had watched her team grow and change and she felt protective over all of them. They were her family. Myfanwy had watched the relationship grow between “jack” and “ianto” and she knew they were mates. She didn’t completely understand it, as it went against all of her instincts …Which, of course, were based on the need to breed, but these two certainly tried to procreate! “tosh” may have her CCTV footage, but even she hadn’t seen all of the places that the two men had found to christen. Myfanwy saw all of it, and tried to make sense of it in her animalistic brain. She understood the ideas of “caring” and “family” but she had thought that humans would understand that two males could not reproduce! Perhaps that’s why they tried so often… maybe one day it would work out!
This particular night was no exception. “jack” had sent his team home early, as all of the current problems had been taken care of, and the computers were finally quiet. The team had finally stopped running around like the small rodents that she fondly remembered from her days in the Cretaceous and had collapsed in a heap on the couch. Myfanwy had watched “jack” come out of the small lair that he lived in and had spoken quietly to her family and then they had all left with soft smiles on their faces.
“ianto” had stayed behind, smiling that small smile that he only ever shared with “jack”. Or, of course, with her, especially when speaking about “jack”. She didn’t understand the words, per say, but she understood the meaning behind them. And, like with her own name, she understood that certain words pertained to certain beings. “weevil” was the loud and irritating things that ran rampant around Cardiff. She occasionally would hunt them, purely for sport, when soaring in the skies above the city. She knew this, just as she knew that “jack” was the loud one and “ianto” was the one that fed her.
“jack” pulled “ianto” into his arms, and she had the sneaking suspicion that they were going to attempt procreation again. They spoke quietly to each other, foreheads touching, fingers caressing, grasping like they might lose the moment if they didn’t clutch it tightly. Myfanwy vaguely understood that they had nearly escaped the thing that they fought that day, and she could feel the tension of fear that surrounded the two men. She may not understand their need for rampant proliferation, but she did understand the need for contact. Somewhere in the deep recess of her mind she vaguely remembered the feeling of “love”. She’d had a mate… children even. She remembered hunting missions with her other half, and the rare occasion when a mistake was made, and one or both had been in danger. She watched “jack” gently pulling his mate towards his lair, a small possessive smile on his face. She knew that look, and she knew what would follow. Both needed reminders that they were still there, and still alive… If she had facial muscles that would allow for it, then Myfanwy would have smiled.
She flapped her way on silent wings around her home, ever watchful, ever vigilant. The Lady of the Hub, mindful of the soft sounds from beneath her. Always aware.
This is all her fault. Yep. Oh, and I like pterodactyls. Technically she's a pteranodon though.
This is unbeta'd... really. I just felt like posting something. There may be more someday. I say that alot. I just realized that I have a third part to write. Shyte. :)
Disclaimers: Jack belongs to Ianto. Both belong to Myfanwy.
Lady of the Hub
The Hub was dark and quiet… just the way she liked it. The past few days had been a bustle of loudness that had irritated her head; with lights flashing everywhere and violent air currents that vibrated unnaturally in her wing membranes. But now… all was quiet.
Wait… not all. She detected movement below, as she soared around the water tower, stretching her wings to their fullest to make maximum use of the tiny currents. She squawked quietly, watching the two men below her. Myfanwy had grown used to her team in the years that since “jack” and “ianto” had captured her. The dark chocolate that they routinely fed her helped. “ianto” came up to her aerie 3 times a week to feed her… several hundred pounds of raw meat and fish that he would throw into a sort of food dish area that he had found in her cave. And of course, he would always hand feed her a bit of chocolate. Usually while telling her about whatever was happening in the world of Torchwood at that particular moment,often talking about “jack”.
The pteranodon was much more intelligent then she had been given credit for. And she saw all. She had watched her team grow and change and she felt protective over all of them. They were her family. Myfanwy had watched the relationship grow between “jack” and “ianto” and she knew they were mates. She didn’t completely understand it, as it went against all of her instincts …Which, of course, were based on the need to breed, but these two certainly tried to procreate! “tosh” may have her CCTV footage, but even she hadn’t seen all of the places that the two men had found to christen. Myfanwy saw all of it, and tried to make sense of it in her animalistic brain. She understood the ideas of “caring” and “family” but she had thought that humans would understand that two males could not reproduce! Perhaps that’s why they tried so often… maybe one day it would work out!
This particular night was no exception. “jack” had sent his team home early, as all of the current problems had been taken care of, and the computers were finally quiet. The team had finally stopped running around like the small rodents that she fondly remembered from her days in the Cretaceous and had collapsed in a heap on the couch. Myfanwy had watched “jack” come out of the small lair that he lived in and had spoken quietly to her family and then they had all left with soft smiles on their faces.
“ianto” had stayed behind, smiling that small smile that he only ever shared with “jack”. Or, of course, with her, especially when speaking about “jack”. She didn’t understand the words, per say, but she understood the meaning behind them. And, like with her own name, she understood that certain words pertained to certain beings. “weevil” was the loud and irritating things that ran rampant around Cardiff. She occasionally would hunt them, purely for sport, when soaring in the skies above the city. She knew this, just as she knew that “jack” was the loud one and “ianto” was the one that fed her.
“jack” pulled “ianto” into his arms, and she had the sneaking suspicion that they were going to attempt procreation again. They spoke quietly to each other, foreheads touching, fingers caressing, grasping like they might lose the moment if they didn’t clutch it tightly. Myfanwy vaguely understood that they had nearly escaped the thing that they fought that day, and she could feel the tension of fear that surrounded the two men. She may not understand their need for rampant proliferation, but she did understand the need for contact. Somewhere in the deep recess of her mind she vaguely remembered the feeling of “love”. She’d had a mate… children even. She remembered hunting missions with her other half, and the rare occasion when a mistake was made, and one or both had been in danger. She watched “jack” gently pulling his mate towards his lair, a small possessive smile on his face. She knew that look, and she knew what would follow. Both needed reminders that they were still there, and still alive… If she had facial muscles that would allow for it, then Myfanwy would have smiled.
She flapped her way on silent wings around her home, ever watchful, ever vigilant. The Lady of the Hub, mindful of the soft sounds from beneath her. Always aware.