Fic: Vizzini's Rule (21/105)
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buttononthetopTitle: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 21
Rating: PG
Warnings: A little h/c tonight.
Spoilers: Season One thru Small Worlds (1x5)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: The origin fic continues - in which Ianto is the only one speaking to Jack...
Notes: Comments are love! Thanks! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-One
The mood in the Hub was tense the next morning. Everyone was on edge after Gwen’s flat had been trashed by the fairies. Ianto wished they could call them something else, but no one had a better name for the timeless spirits. He couldn’t help but think of Tinkerbell whenever someone said the word ‘fairy’ and had a hard time reconciling that image with the monsters they were tracking.
Shortly after Jack arrived at the Hub with Gwen in tow, Tosh’s weather program detected another disturbance, this time at a nearby primary school. The team headed out and Ianto was left alone to wonder and worry until they returned in the late afternoon.
If the atmosphere in the Hub had been tense in the morning, Ianto didn’t know a word strong enough to describe it after the team came back. Tosh and Owen stormed through the Tourist Office with such force that the front door slammed back into the wall. Before it had snapped shut again, Gwen came barreling through. None of them spared a glance for Ianto. Luckily he had seen them pull up on the CCTV so the wall to the passageway was open for them. When Jack didn’t immediately follow, Ianto checked the CCTV again.
Jack was standing next to the SUV. As Ianto watched, he started to walk towards the Hub three separate times, only to stop and turn back to the car. Wondering just what the hell was going on, Ianto started to head out from behind his counter but was stopped by Owen crashing through the open wall yet again.
“Won’t be in tomorrow,” Owen said as he walked hurriedly past Ianto.
“What hap–” Ianto started to ask, but Owen didn’t stop. Glancing back the CCTV, Ianto saw Owen walk right past Jack without acknowledging his presence. Ready to stamp his foot in frustration, Ianto stood in the doorway and soon found himself face to face with Tosh.
“What the hell happened out there?” Ianto asked abruptly.
Tosh looked furious. “He let her go. He let them take her. He – I’m sorry, Ianto, I have to get out of this place.” She pushed her way around him and practically ran out the door.
Ianto stood there with a stunned look on his face. He let them take her. Surely Tosh didn’t mean that Jack…
Deciding that he wanted answers before he approached Jack, Ianto locked up the front office and headed downstairs. He saw Gwen tidying up the mess in the conference room but as he watched something caught her eye and she began to study the monitor. He was about to head up to join her when she suddenly bolted from the room. He stopped her when she got down the stairs.
“Gwen, please tell me what’s going on.”
“We lost, they won. Jack let them take the little girl, the chosen one.” She practically spit out the last few words.
“He let them?”
“Yes! He could have figured something out, but he just gave up and… and…” Her eyes filled with tears. Ianto reached out to put a hand on her shoulder and she took a deep breath. “I need to go home. I probably won’t be in tomorrow, Ianto. You can call my mobile if something comes up, right?”
“Of course,” Ianto said soothingly. “You go on home to Rhys.”
She nodded and left quickly.
Ianto stared after her for a moment with narrowed eyes. I don’t believe it, he thought. If there had been any other option, Jack would have taken it. Ianto shook his head. He considered going up to find Jack, but decided his time would be better spent removing all traces of the investigation from the Hub. He turned off the monitor with the weather program running on it. He knew better than to mess with Tosh’s software so he didn’t shut down the computer, only the display. He grabbed a couple of fresh folders on his way to the conference room and neatly filed away all the pictures and data.
He glanced up at the screen. It was displaying a close-up of one of the Cottingley glass-plate photos. Wondering what it was about this particular phony fairy that bothered Gwen so much, Ianto switched off the display and gathered up the empty glasses from the table. Pausing for a moment to turn off the lights, he made a quick sweep of the room, looking for stray items that might upset anyone. Finding nothing, he crossed to the kitchen area and loaded the dishwasher.
He looked down into Jack’s office where he saw the Captain sitting at his desk again. He watched as Jack poured himself a glass of brandy which he drank one long swallow. Sighing, he finished up in the kitchen and walked down the stairs. He entered Jack’s office without knocking and quietly sat in the same chair he’d occupied the night before.
Jack didn’t look up from his desk, he just poured a second glass of brandy and passed it to Ianto.
“Thank you, sir,” Ianto said politely as he took a sip.
Jack nodded and refilled his glass. This time it took two swallows to empty it. He lifted the decanter again and after his own glass was full he looked at Ianto for the first time. Without speaking, he raised his eyebrows and shook the decanter at Ianto.
Stifling a chuckle, Ianto said, “No thanks, still have quite a bit left.”
Jack grunted and drained his glass again.
“Shall I fetch you a straw, sir? It would be faster.”
Jack glared at Ianto.
“Sorry, sir.” Ianto cleared his throat and dove in. “Would you like to talk about it or would you rather just keep drinking?”
Jack looked thoughtful. “Can’t I do both?”
“You’re the boss,” Ianto replied.
“Yes, I am,” Jack said. He barked out a mirthless laugh. “With all the benefits like, oh I don’t know – sacrificing little girls to ancient monsters.” He took another gulp of brandy. “But the best part, the best part of being the boss is that everyone else gets to be mad at you when you fail. You see,” Jack stood up a little unsteadily and started to walk around the room, gesturing with his half-full glass, “it’s not enough that you’ve failed, and that you know you’ve failed, everyone else has to rub your nose in it.”
Ianto shifted slightly in the chair so he could face Jack. “Ah. Do you really think you failed, Jack?”
Jack looked confused. “Weren’t you paying attention?” He sloshed some brandy on the floor as he pointed at Ianto with the glass. “The ‘sacrificing little girls’ part? Pretty big failure.” He took another drink.
“Why did you do it, then?”
“Because there was no other option! Those creatures could have destroyed the whole world, and they would have too, just to spite me,” he said sullenly, swaying slightly.
Ianto stood up and tried to take the glass from Jack’s hand. Jack pulled it away and finished the last bit of brandy before he let go. Ianto set the glass on the desk and turned back to Jack.
“I hate to sound callous here, but the whole world versus one little girl? Jack, is that really even a decision?”
Jack shook his head defiantly, not willing to listen.
Ianto tried a different tack. “Was she scared?”
“Scared?” Jack asked.
“The little girl, was she scared?”
Jack looked unsure. “No, she wasn’t scared. She… she wanted to go with them. She was happy.”
Ianto just looked at him for a moment. Jack suddenly slumped forward and covered his face with his hands. Ianto put his arms around the other man and held him. “You did the right thing, Jack,” he whispered. “You always do.” And all of a sudden Ianto knew that it was true. Jack always did the right thing for the safety of everyone else. He felt the last little bit of anger he had been holding on to since Lisa died fizzle and disappear. He felt Jack’s arms go around his waist and clutch at him. Jack buried his face in Ianto’s neck and Ianto could feel the dampness of tears against his skin. He made soothing noises and rocked gently back and forth as Jack calmed down.
When Jack pulled away, he scrubbed at his face with his hands and then tried to give Ianto a smile. “Sorry, Ianto. I really shouldn’t drink brandy.”
“At least not half the bottle in ten minutes,” Ianto replied.
Jack grimaced. “Yeah.”
“Did you want me to order you some food? It might help. I can get pizza or Chinese or there’s a new Thai place down the street?”
Grimacing even more, Jack said, “Ugh, none of that sounds good, sorry.”
“Quite alright. You should eat something, though.”
Jack smiled, “You should talk.”
Feeling an unwelcome blush creep into his cheeks, Ianto challenged, “I will if you will.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Alright then.” He walked, almost in a straight line, to his desk and sat down. “I’m going to do my paperwork like a good little boss and you’re going to go out and find us some real comfort food. I don’t care what it is, as long as it’s not spicy. Deal?”
Ianto smiled. “Deal. Give me, say half-an-hour?”
Grinning for the first time all day, Jack reached out his hand. When Ianto looked at him curiously, Jack’s smile widened. “Stopwatch, please.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, but pulled the antique stopwatch from his waistcoat and placed it on Jack’s upturned palm. Jack looked carefully at it for a moment before raising his eyes to Ianto again.
“Why do you even have this?” he asked.
“I like to time myself when I run sometimes.”
“You know they make digital ones now, right?”
Ianto smiled, “It was my grandfather’s.”
Jack nodded and smiled again. He clicked the button on the top. “Half hour, better get going.”
“Yes, sir,” Ianto replied.
Ianto decided just to head over to the pub. It was still early enough that there wouldn’t be a crowd. He ordered a selection of items and watched a bit of the football match while he waited for the food. When he got back to the Hub, Jack wasn’t in his office. Glancing around, Ianto found him up in the conference room. Cursing himself for not clearing that damn fairy picture off the monitor, Ianto headed upstairs. He set the food on the table and then moved to stand next to Jack. Reaching for the remote which Jack held loosely in his hand, Ianto tried to turn off the display.
“No, Ianto,” Jack said, gripping the remote tighter. “Look!”
Ianto looked at the screen. “I’m not sure I understand, sir.”
“That’s her. That’s Jasmine, the little girl.”
“What?” Ianto looked closer at the screen, but since he’d never seen Jasmine he wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for. “Jack, that’s not possible. These pictures are fakes and they were taken in 1917.”
“That’s her,” Jack said with conviction. Since this realization seemed to bring Jack some peace, Ianto didn’t press for any more explanation. He simply turned off the monitor and turned Jack to face the table.
“Dinner.”
Jack actually rubbed his hands together. “What did you get?”
Ianto started opening the take-away containers as he spoke. “We’ve got a shepherd’s pie, an order of fish and chips complete with mushy peas, a ploughman's, and some sort of baked pasta – it was the special.”
Jack reached for a chip and popped it in his mouth. Talking around the mouthful of potato, Jack asked, “What is it with you and your mushy peas?”
Taking a seat at the table and tucking a napkin in his collar, Ianto replied, “It’s tradition.”
Jack laughed and pulled the napkin away from Ianto. “And why do you always do that?”
Blushing again, God, what is wrong with me?, Ianto snatched at the napkin but Jack held it behind his back. Trying to look dignified, Ianto said, “It keeps me from dropping food on my tie.”
Jack took an exaggerated look around the room. “There’s no one here, Ianto. Why don’t you just take off the tie and relax a little.”
Ianto made one more unsuccessful grab for the napkin and then huffed, “Oh, fine,” and started to take off his tie. He rolled it neatly and put it in the pocket of his jacket. Giving Jack a look which plainly said ‘I am only humoring you’, he hung his jacket on the back of the chair and unbuttoned his waistcoat and the first few buttons of his shirt. “Happy now?”
A strange look on his face, Jack nodded.
Without thinking Ianto said irritably, “You know, for someone who likes me in suits, you sure seem eager to get me out of it.”
Jack choked on a chip. Coughing and spluttering, he reached for his glass of water while Ianto patted him on the back. When he could speak again, he said, “God, Ianto! What are you trying to do to me?”
Ianto just smiled. “Have some mushy peas, Jack.”
They spent the rest of the evening sharing their dinner and talking of unimportant things, both of them happier than they had been in a long time.
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Two
Rating: PG
Warnings: A little h/c tonight.
Spoilers: Season One thru Small Worlds (1x5)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: The origin fic continues - in which Ianto is the only one speaking to Jack...
Notes: Comments are love! Thanks! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-One
The mood in the Hub was tense the next morning. Everyone was on edge after Gwen’s flat had been trashed by the fairies. Ianto wished they could call them something else, but no one had a better name for the timeless spirits. He couldn’t help but think of Tinkerbell whenever someone said the word ‘fairy’ and had a hard time reconciling that image with the monsters they were tracking.
Shortly after Jack arrived at the Hub with Gwen in tow, Tosh’s weather program detected another disturbance, this time at a nearby primary school. The team headed out and Ianto was left alone to wonder and worry until they returned in the late afternoon.
If the atmosphere in the Hub had been tense in the morning, Ianto didn’t know a word strong enough to describe it after the team came back. Tosh and Owen stormed through the Tourist Office with such force that the front door slammed back into the wall. Before it had snapped shut again, Gwen came barreling through. None of them spared a glance for Ianto. Luckily he had seen them pull up on the CCTV so the wall to the passageway was open for them. When Jack didn’t immediately follow, Ianto checked the CCTV again.
Jack was standing next to the SUV. As Ianto watched, he started to walk towards the Hub three separate times, only to stop and turn back to the car. Wondering just what the hell was going on, Ianto started to head out from behind his counter but was stopped by Owen crashing through the open wall yet again.
“Won’t be in tomorrow,” Owen said as he walked hurriedly past Ianto.
“What hap–” Ianto started to ask, but Owen didn’t stop. Glancing back the CCTV, Ianto saw Owen walk right past Jack without acknowledging his presence. Ready to stamp his foot in frustration, Ianto stood in the doorway and soon found himself face to face with Tosh.
“What the hell happened out there?” Ianto asked abruptly.
Tosh looked furious. “He let her go. He let them take her. He – I’m sorry, Ianto, I have to get out of this place.” She pushed her way around him and practically ran out the door.
Ianto stood there with a stunned look on his face. He let them take her. Surely Tosh didn’t mean that Jack…
Deciding that he wanted answers before he approached Jack, Ianto locked up the front office and headed downstairs. He saw Gwen tidying up the mess in the conference room but as he watched something caught her eye and she began to study the monitor. He was about to head up to join her when she suddenly bolted from the room. He stopped her when she got down the stairs.
“Gwen, please tell me what’s going on.”
“We lost, they won. Jack let them take the little girl, the chosen one.” She practically spit out the last few words.
“He let them?”
“Yes! He could have figured something out, but he just gave up and… and…” Her eyes filled with tears. Ianto reached out to put a hand on her shoulder and she took a deep breath. “I need to go home. I probably won’t be in tomorrow, Ianto. You can call my mobile if something comes up, right?”
“Of course,” Ianto said soothingly. “You go on home to Rhys.”
She nodded and left quickly.
Ianto stared after her for a moment with narrowed eyes. I don’t believe it, he thought. If there had been any other option, Jack would have taken it. Ianto shook his head. He considered going up to find Jack, but decided his time would be better spent removing all traces of the investigation from the Hub. He turned off the monitor with the weather program running on it. He knew better than to mess with Tosh’s software so he didn’t shut down the computer, only the display. He grabbed a couple of fresh folders on his way to the conference room and neatly filed away all the pictures and data.
He glanced up at the screen. It was displaying a close-up of one of the Cottingley glass-plate photos. Wondering what it was about this particular phony fairy that bothered Gwen so much, Ianto switched off the display and gathered up the empty glasses from the table. Pausing for a moment to turn off the lights, he made a quick sweep of the room, looking for stray items that might upset anyone. Finding nothing, he crossed to the kitchen area and loaded the dishwasher.
He looked down into Jack’s office where he saw the Captain sitting at his desk again. He watched as Jack poured himself a glass of brandy which he drank one long swallow. Sighing, he finished up in the kitchen and walked down the stairs. He entered Jack’s office without knocking and quietly sat in the same chair he’d occupied the night before.
Jack didn’t look up from his desk, he just poured a second glass of brandy and passed it to Ianto.
“Thank you, sir,” Ianto said politely as he took a sip.
Jack nodded and refilled his glass. This time it took two swallows to empty it. He lifted the decanter again and after his own glass was full he looked at Ianto for the first time. Without speaking, he raised his eyebrows and shook the decanter at Ianto.
Stifling a chuckle, Ianto said, “No thanks, still have quite a bit left.”
Jack grunted and drained his glass again.
“Shall I fetch you a straw, sir? It would be faster.”
Jack glared at Ianto.
“Sorry, sir.” Ianto cleared his throat and dove in. “Would you like to talk about it or would you rather just keep drinking?”
Jack looked thoughtful. “Can’t I do both?”
“You’re the boss,” Ianto replied.
“Yes, I am,” Jack said. He barked out a mirthless laugh. “With all the benefits like, oh I don’t know – sacrificing little girls to ancient monsters.” He took another gulp of brandy. “But the best part, the best part of being the boss is that everyone else gets to be mad at you when you fail. You see,” Jack stood up a little unsteadily and started to walk around the room, gesturing with his half-full glass, “it’s not enough that you’ve failed, and that you know you’ve failed, everyone else has to rub your nose in it.”
Ianto shifted slightly in the chair so he could face Jack. “Ah. Do you really think you failed, Jack?”
Jack looked confused. “Weren’t you paying attention?” He sloshed some brandy on the floor as he pointed at Ianto with the glass. “The ‘sacrificing little girls’ part? Pretty big failure.” He took another drink.
“Why did you do it, then?”
“Because there was no other option! Those creatures could have destroyed the whole world, and they would have too, just to spite me,” he said sullenly, swaying slightly.
Ianto stood up and tried to take the glass from Jack’s hand. Jack pulled it away and finished the last bit of brandy before he let go. Ianto set the glass on the desk and turned back to Jack.
“I hate to sound callous here, but the whole world versus one little girl? Jack, is that really even a decision?”
Jack shook his head defiantly, not willing to listen.
Ianto tried a different tack. “Was she scared?”
“Scared?” Jack asked.
“The little girl, was she scared?”
Jack looked unsure. “No, she wasn’t scared. She… she wanted to go with them. She was happy.”
Ianto just looked at him for a moment. Jack suddenly slumped forward and covered his face with his hands. Ianto put his arms around the other man and held him. “You did the right thing, Jack,” he whispered. “You always do.” And all of a sudden Ianto knew that it was true. Jack always did the right thing for the safety of everyone else. He felt the last little bit of anger he had been holding on to since Lisa died fizzle and disappear. He felt Jack’s arms go around his waist and clutch at him. Jack buried his face in Ianto’s neck and Ianto could feel the dampness of tears against his skin. He made soothing noises and rocked gently back and forth as Jack calmed down.
When Jack pulled away, he scrubbed at his face with his hands and then tried to give Ianto a smile. “Sorry, Ianto. I really shouldn’t drink brandy.”
“At least not half the bottle in ten minutes,” Ianto replied.
Jack grimaced. “Yeah.”
“Did you want me to order you some food? It might help. I can get pizza or Chinese or there’s a new Thai place down the street?”
Grimacing even more, Jack said, “Ugh, none of that sounds good, sorry.”
“Quite alright. You should eat something, though.”
Jack smiled, “You should talk.”
Feeling an unwelcome blush creep into his cheeks, Ianto challenged, “I will if you will.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Alright then.” He walked, almost in a straight line, to his desk and sat down. “I’m going to do my paperwork like a good little boss and you’re going to go out and find us some real comfort food. I don’t care what it is, as long as it’s not spicy. Deal?”
Ianto smiled. “Deal. Give me, say half-an-hour?”
Grinning for the first time all day, Jack reached out his hand. When Ianto looked at him curiously, Jack’s smile widened. “Stopwatch, please.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, but pulled the antique stopwatch from his waistcoat and placed it on Jack’s upturned palm. Jack looked carefully at it for a moment before raising his eyes to Ianto again.
“Why do you even have this?” he asked.
“I like to time myself when I run sometimes.”
“You know they make digital ones now, right?”
Ianto smiled, “It was my grandfather’s.”
Jack nodded and smiled again. He clicked the button on the top. “Half hour, better get going.”
“Yes, sir,” Ianto replied.
Ianto decided just to head over to the pub. It was still early enough that there wouldn’t be a crowd. He ordered a selection of items and watched a bit of the football match while he waited for the food. When he got back to the Hub, Jack wasn’t in his office. Glancing around, Ianto found him up in the conference room. Cursing himself for not clearing that damn fairy picture off the monitor, Ianto headed upstairs. He set the food on the table and then moved to stand next to Jack. Reaching for the remote which Jack held loosely in his hand, Ianto tried to turn off the display.
“No, Ianto,” Jack said, gripping the remote tighter. “Look!”
Ianto looked at the screen. “I’m not sure I understand, sir.”
“That’s her. That’s Jasmine, the little girl.”
“What?” Ianto looked closer at the screen, but since he’d never seen Jasmine he wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for. “Jack, that’s not possible. These pictures are fakes and they were taken in 1917.”
“That’s her,” Jack said with conviction. Since this realization seemed to bring Jack some peace, Ianto didn’t press for any more explanation. He simply turned off the monitor and turned Jack to face the table.
“Dinner.”
Jack actually rubbed his hands together. “What did you get?”
Ianto started opening the take-away containers as he spoke. “We’ve got a shepherd’s pie, an order of fish and chips complete with mushy peas, a ploughman's, and some sort of baked pasta – it was the special.”
Jack reached for a chip and popped it in his mouth. Talking around the mouthful of potato, Jack asked, “What is it with you and your mushy peas?”
Taking a seat at the table and tucking a napkin in his collar, Ianto replied, “It’s tradition.”
Jack laughed and pulled the napkin away from Ianto. “And why do you always do that?”
Blushing again, God, what is wrong with me?, Ianto snatched at the napkin but Jack held it behind his back. Trying to look dignified, Ianto said, “It keeps me from dropping food on my tie.”
Jack took an exaggerated look around the room. “There’s no one here, Ianto. Why don’t you just take off the tie and relax a little.”
Ianto made one more unsuccessful grab for the napkin and then huffed, “Oh, fine,” and started to take off his tie. He rolled it neatly and put it in the pocket of his jacket. Giving Jack a look which plainly said ‘I am only humoring you’, he hung his jacket on the back of the chair and unbuttoned his waistcoat and the first few buttons of his shirt. “Happy now?”
A strange look on his face, Jack nodded.
Without thinking Ianto said irritably, “You know, for someone who likes me in suits, you sure seem eager to get me out of it.”
Jack choked on a chip. Coughing and spluttering, he reached for his glass of water while Ianto patted him on the back. When he could speak again, he said, “God, Ianto! What are you trying to do to me?”
Ianto just smiled. “Have some mushy peas, Jack.”
They spent the rest of the evening sharing their dinner and talking of unimportant things, both of them happier than they had been in a long time.
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Two
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Date: 2008-07-16 01:05 am (UTC)Re: Lovely...
Date: 2008-07-16 01:10 am (UTC)I'm grinning like an idiot now, just so you know. Next chapter up tomorrow - so glad you're enjoying. :D
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Date: 2008-07-16 02:19 am (UTC)You rock!
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Date: 2008-07-17 12:23 am (UTC)Thanks so much - hopefully you like what I did with Countrycide. One of your fav's? *bites nails*
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Date: 2008-07-17 12:26 am (UTC)Ah, mushy peas. They're a side dish in most pubs when you order fish and chips. It's kind of like pea-hummus, the peas are cooked down with salt and sugar and made into a sort of mash. Surprisingly tasty for as icky as they look. :)
I was happy to feed Ianto too. :) I laughed when I saw your comment from before, knowing this one was posted. Thanks for reading!!
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Date: 2008-07-16 08:04 am (UTC)Glad that Ianto is there for Jack, when Jack was there for him!
And we see Return of the Flirty Ianto!! yey! kissing soon yes??? ;)
Awesome chapter!
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Date: 2008-07-17 12:29 am (UTC)Kissing soon...yes!! Thanks so much!
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Date: 2008-07-16 10:03 pm (UTC)Do I get any nice and fluffy stuff before the horrors of Countrycide, or do I have to wait for hurt/comfort and angst to get them smooching? **puppy eyes**
great chapter, i loved it =]
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Date: 2008-07-17 12:31 am (UTC)As for Countrycide I will say, wait and see. The intro should be up later tonight.
Oh no, not the puppy eyes!!! *resolve weakening*
NO! Will not cave! ;)
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Date: 2008-07-17 06:16 am (UTC)A strange look on his face, Jack nodded.
Without thinking Ianto said irritably, “You know, for someone who likes me in suits, you sure seem eager to get me out of it.”
Jack choked on a chip. Coughing and spluttering, he reached for his glass of water while Ianto patted him on the back. When he could speak again, he said, “God, Ianto! What are you trying to do to me?”
Ianto just smiled. “Have some mushy peas, Jack.”'
The characters' voices just come shining through, here. Thanks for sharing. :-)
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Date: 2008-07-25 03:16 am (UTC)First off, let me tell you I've decided that certain chapters (like this one, for example) have filled any gaps there might have been in the development not only of Ianto but of the Janto 'ship. I'm awe at how you've managed to get everyone's tone and personalities without veering off toward Mary Sueville.
Secondly, I give you props for usage of your name during the stopwatch scene. Brills!
Last but not least, my favourite line:"He felt the last bit of anger he had been holding onto since Lisa died fizzle and disappear." I really dunno what was it about that particular line, but it seemed so Ianto!
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Date: 2008-07-25 04:00 am (UTC)I've tried so hard to keep everyone true to their canon-self, so hearing that just makes my day! Week! Hell, month!! :)
Hee *snickers* are self-referential shoutouts bad taste? ;)
Oh yay - I worked on that line a lot, so knowing it stood out (in a good way) to you make me extra happy.
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Date: 2009-05-06 04:07 pm (UTC):D Naughty Ianto.
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Date: 2009-11-01 03:34 am (UTC)Oh, what heights.
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Date: 2009-11-01 07:48 pm (UTC)I like the minty peas even better....I think one has to be british to invent something as crazy as that.
But joking aside..this is a great fic! Glad I found it!
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