Another Diary Entry02
Title: Another Diary Entry02
Summary: Ianto writes about his day, Jack and a cold afternoon on a boat
Author's Note: Written for Day19 of the redismycolour -challenge
This prompt today simply cried for Ianto,
or maybe it's just my desperate attempt to make up to him for being late with the latest part of my current Ianto-fic. xD
The thermals and earmuffs are making an appearance again! ;D for those who already know them from Jack's blog
Comments+conCrit are more than appreciated^^
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I don't get money any money with this
Sometimes I hate this bloody rift.
Of course it had to spit something dangerous into the bay and of course it had to be on a day with -19°C.
Thank God I've got thermals; Owen does have a strange kind of humour but at least they're warm.
Anyway there was a difference of opinion concerning the ones who were to set sail.
In the end we decided to let the straws decide; Tosh pulled the shortest but she's got a cold that's why I took her place and Jack was more or less fixed because he would be the one to dive down eventually.
Note to myself: need to learn diving, just in case.
I already knew this was going to be a bad day when my coffee-machine at home broke.
I still need to figure out what's wrong with it but I have an idea this has something to do with Jack;
the machine was working perfectly before he decided to make coffee yesterday.
It was freezing and it was not the 'achoo I think it's rather chilly'-freezing but the 'fuck I can't feel my toes anymore'-freezing and it had snowed over the night and we had to clear the snow off the boat first.
Which proved to be quite the difficult task as the earmuffs I was wearing got him really amourous.
I do really appreciate his usual attempts to warm me up but at that particular moment it was a little obstructive.
No idea how but in the end we got the boat snow-clear and dry and moved it into the water which brought us to our next obstacle.
The sea was frozen, FROZEN.
So it was me threshing onto the frozen surface with a paddle while Jack carefully rowed us through the water.
I can't believe that we've got no proper boat in our inventory; Cardiff is a coastal city but obviously London never cared to provide one for Torchwood three and they had at least five bigger motor-boats with cabins!
No we have to charter them and understandably nobody is willing to rent his boat in this weather.
Thankfully the artefact was located half a mile from the coast so we didn't have to go very far but it still took us two hours to get there, one hour and a half to get Jack into his diving gear...he can be such a child sometimes and to retrieve it and another thirty minutes to get back.
Tosh analyzed it back at the hub and according to Jack this kind of 51st-century technology is usually used to heat colonies in areas with really low degrees. Problem with them is just that they tend to overheat when damaged or mistreated which means an explosion with the power of a little supernova. At least we would be warm.
Tosh is currently working on a way to make it compatible with our heating system; it would save us a lot of gas and electricity if she succeeds. I really hope she'll find a way.
Owen looked a little irritated when Jack and me stormed towards into his direction and hugged him for the thermals.
He thrashed around with his arms and rambled something about sexual harassment.
I might threaten him to hug him again next time I need him to do something for me.
Jack just found it really amusing and hugged Tosh and Gwen too before he pulled me into a really nice kiss.
Not as nice as the following shower, which was really...ahem helping to unfreeze our bodies.
Tosh gave me a kiss too and told me that she is now owing me.
Maybe I should tell her to have a look at it; she's amazing at fixing things.
You owe me a new one if this doesn't work out Jack, got it?
Or it will be decaf for a month for you.
Oh and you owe me a new pair of earmuffs and a nice dinner out first for rendering my old pair useless and second for reading my diary again.
I revise my last sentence; it's two dinners.
What the hell have you done to my thermals???
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Summary: Ianto writes about his day, Jack and a cold afternoon on a boat
Author's Note: Written for Day19 of the redismycolour -challenge
This prompt today simply cried for Ianto,
or maybe it's just my desperate attempt to make up to him for being late with the latest part of my current Ianto-fic. xD
The thermals and earmuffs are making an appearance again! ;D for those who already know them from Jack's blog
Comments+conCrit are more than appreciated^^
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I don't get money any money with this
Sometimes I hate this bloody rift.
Of course it had to spit something dangerous into the bay and of course it had to be on a day with -19°C.
Thank God I've got thermals; Owen does have a strange kind of humour but at least they're warm.
Anyway there was a difference of opinion concerning the ones who were to set sail.
In the end we decided to let the straws decide; Tosh pulled the shortest but she's got a cold that's why I took her place and Jack was more or less fixed because he would be the one to dive down eventually.
Note to myself: need to learn diving, just in case.
I already knew this was going to be a bad day when my coffee-machine at home broke.
I still need to figure out what's wrong with it but I have an idea this has something to do with Jack;
the machine was working perfectly before he decided to make coffee yesterday.
It was freezing and it was not the 'achoo I think it's rather chilly'-freezing but the 'fuck I can't feel my toes anymore'-freezing and it had snowed over the night and we had to clear the snow off the boat first.
Which proved to be quite the difficult task as the earmuffs I was wearing got him really amourous.
I do really appreciate his usual attempts to warm me up but at that particular moment it was a little obstructive.
No idea how but in the end we got the boat snow-clear and dry and moved it into the water which brought us to our next obstacle.
The sea was frozen, FROZEN.
So it was me threshing onto the frozen surface with a paddle while Jack carefully rowed us through the water.
I can't believe that we've got no proper boat in our inventory; Cardiff is a coastal city but obviously London never cared to provide one for Torchwood three and they had at least five bigger motor-boats with cabins!
No we have to charter them and understandably nobody is willing to rent his boat in this weather.
Thankfully the artefact was located half a mile from the coast so we didn't have to go very far but it still took us two hours to get there, one hour and a half to get Jack into his diving gear...he can be such a child sometimes and to retrieve it and another thirty minutes to get back.
Tosh analyzed it back at the hub and according to Jack this kind of 51st-century technology is usually used to heat colonies in areas with really low degrees. Problem with them is just that they tend to overheat when damaged or mistreated which means an explosion with the power of a little supernova. At least we would be warm.
Tosh is currently working on a way to make it compatible with our heating system; it would save us a lot of gas and electricity if she succeeds. I really hope she'll find a way.
Owen looked a little irritated when Jack and me stormed towards into his direction and hugged him for the thermals.
He thrashed around with his arms and rambled something about sexual harassment.
I might threaten him to hug him again next time I need him to do something for me.
Jack just found it really amusing and hugged Tosh and Gwen too before he pulled me into a really nice kiss.
Not as nice as the following shower, which was really...ahem helping to unfreeze our bodies.
Tosh gave me a kiss too and told me that she is now owing me.
Maybe I should tell her to have a look at it; she's amazing at fixing things.
You owe me a new one if this doesn't work out Jack, got it?
Or it will be decaf for a month for you.
Oh and you owe me a new pair of earmuffs and a nice dinner out first for rendering my old pair useless and second for reading my diary again.
I revise my last sentence; it's two dinners.
What the hell have you done to my thermals???
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