Entertain Me!

[sariagray]

Okay. I usually don't plead, but it's cold and snowy and I'm falling asleep at work (my own fault for the combination of a mere 3 hours of sleep and drowsy-making pain pills) and I am going out of my mind.

So please please PLEASE comment. With fic, pokes to keep me awake, jokes, ANYTHING. All I'm doing is staring at numbers and nodding off!

Oh! And FYI - the super sekrit surprise will start on Thursday. Also, I have too_beauty's fic to post today and xrai_namere's tomorrow! So, yes. Lots of fic coming to you all!

Now please help! I'm begging! :)

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[sassysailorgirl.livejournal.com]

Hmm. How about a virtual cup of Ianto's Industrial Strength coffee? *proffers cup* Hee! If only, right? *chuckles*

Cold is evil, isn't it? It's unseasonably frigid here on the east coast of Florida. I try to tell myself that it'll be good practise for when I finally get my arse to Cardiff University.

Staring at numbers, eh? Gods, I'd be a disaster ;p If there's numbers involved, I'm a right dunce, me. Try surfing the Web. I canhascheeseburger is always fun ;p Or the U.K. newspapers. Here's incentive: survive the workday and later on tonight, you'll find Part 2 of my story! *uses Busy!Ianto icon*

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

Hehe Thanks for the virtual coffee! :) I'll probably make myself a real cup in a bit (though I doubt it would be as good as his!)

I tried surfing, but can only use my phone, which is becoming a nuisance! It keeps freezing on me. *Sigh* Maybe because of the snow?

My coworker just came back from Florida and said it was rather chilly. Normally I enjoy it, but I think the sleepiness is magnifying it tenfold. I'm a Northeast girl, myself, born and bred on chill winds! But you're going to go to Cardiff University?! I'm madly jealous! I've got to start applying to finish my Bachelor's soon; I'd love to go there! Actually, I've had my eye set on Oxford for sometime but it all seems so unlikey! What will you be majoring in?

As for numbers, my job has turned me into a data geek. I'm not rather good with them, but I love data. So strange, as I'm usually literary and outside-of-the-box. Oh well. I've been converted. It's like a cult!

Thanks for entertaining me! :)

[sassysailorgirl.livejournal.com]

Yup! I'm very, very likely going to be going to Cardiff University to study archaeology/Egyptology/ancient history. I'm just waiting on finding out the entry requirements for someone who already has an Associate's degree. And finding out about scholarships, since my GPA is pretty damn good ;p Unfortunately, the buggers seem to have an aversion to answering their e-mail, drat them. I'm hoping to be there soon. I thought, why not study my passion at a school in the city I love most in the world?

You should try for Oxford, love! You never know! If you can dream it and believe it, you can do it. I'm a firm believer in that.

If only I had some cold weather tolerance ;p Even my poor cat hides under blankets when it's this chilly out, bless him ;p I think the sudden change in temperature is what's gotten me so bloody sick. Here's me off to take some medicine and then further project on Jack and force Ianto to look after him. I make being ill work for me, LOL!

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

So I wrote a really long response...and then my internet ate it as a midnight snack. *Sigh* Oh well, almost time to leave for work!

I've my Associate's, too. (Took me long enough to get it!) And I would try for Oxford, but I'm torn because I want to keep my job...I love it too much, sadly lol And the commute, I think, would be impossible ;)

I hope you feel better soon! And project away - we all use the poor boys as sounding boards, don't we!? hehe

hmm .... it sucks. its crack. but here you go. a nearly forgotten prompt.

[thebuttonontop.livejournal.com]

gah! yahoo seems to have died on me. Stoopid yahoo.

so fic attack?

Ianto was late.... Ianto was never late. At 6:30 am sharp, every single day (except lazy sundays) Ianto brought Jack his first morning's coffee. It was now 7am and no coffee. Worse than that, no Ianto.
Everytime the cogwheel rolled back and someone new came in, Jack jumped up to look, and it was never a sexy Welsh boy in a 3 piece. (a specific one, he didn't just wake up with a craving)

Now Jack was really nervous. 7:20. Time for the morning meeting. Today it went something like this.
Jack: Ok. Ianto's not here. There's no coffee, before you say anything (pointed look at Owen)
Tosh: His car is still at his flat. I checked the tracker in it. It doesn't appear to have moved since he got home last night.
Gwen: Poor lamb, he's probably sick in bed or something...
Owen: I don't buy it. I've had to send him home with pnuemonia before. (Owen actually looks worried. Almost more than Jack. Almost)

Jack: (claps hands) Right. Gwen, hold the fort. Tosh, let me know if anything happens with his car. Keep an eye on the CCTV too. Owen... finish the autopsy on that critter from last night, and (voice drops) be ready if i need you. I'm going to see whats wrong.

Jack bolted like a shot, forgetting his coat even, jumped into the SUV and drove faster than he could remember driving. He pulled up onto the sidewalk of Ianto's flat, ignoring the angry look from the poodle walking old lady, who detoured around the poorly parked vehicle. "Bloody Torchwood" she muttered.

Up the stairs.
Into the hall.
Keys out... fuck! too many keys! Fumbling... there's the right one. And he's in... now, to the bedroom!

And.. he's ... sleeping. He looks peaceful. More peaceful then Jack has ever seen him. Softly, Jack sits on the bed. Caresses his face. He doesn't want to wake the young man, he's slumbering so deep. He whispers, "Ianto..."

No response.

"Ianto?" full voice now.

Nothing.... hmm. Shakes the man.

Nothing still. That serene look never falters, even as the head lolls on the neck.
Jack checks his pulse... strong and true. Quick call to Owen... and he's on his way.

Jack paces. its all he knows how to do... he's panicking.

Owen bursts in, and takes over, with all the authority that his title demands. (Doctor or Prat, take your pick)

He proclaims that there's nothing wrong. Ianto's health is perfect.. more than perfect. Better than ever. But he's sleeping, or comatose.

Jack looks at Ianto. Kisses his forehead. "Come back to me, love" Kisses his closed eyes. "Where are you in there?"

Owen turns away breifly. He's not sickened by this, as he would have everyone know.. he's glad they found each other. And just a bit jealous.

Jack kisses Ianto's lips, and after a second, lips kiss him back. Softly. Sweetly. Eyes open, and blue steel matches blue steel. Ianto sits up... wow. "Thank you, my Prince." Lips meet again, explainations will come later.

Re: hmm .... it sucks. its crack. but here you go. a nearly forgotten prompt.

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

YAY! My Sleeping Beauty fic! *bounces excitedly* I loves it! It's sweet and made me giggle! (And is appropriate as I am slowly drifting off still!!)

Owen! OWEN! Aw, he's so cute. Hehe "Doctor or prat"! And concernedandpanicking!Jack....And and and THE END! D'aawwwww!

Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

Re: hmm .... it sucks. its crack. but here you go. a nearly forgotten prompt.

[thebuttonontop.livejournal.com]

you're welcome hun. figured i owed you. god i reread it and i think i changed tenses like 30 times. i definatly screwed up like 30 different things. lol... glad you liked it though. :)

i'm on a break from work now.

Re: hmm .... it sucks. its crack. but here you go. a nearly forgotten prompt.

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

Fic attacks have no rules, it's okay! ;)