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sariagrayTitle: Interlude
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sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG, perhaps.
Word Count: ~960
Spoilers: None!
Warnings: Holy Almost-Fluff, Batman.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. No monetary compensation has been or will be garnered from this endeavor. This is purely for entertainment purposes and is no way intended to disrespect the creators/owners/actors/cameramen/costume designers, etc. of Torchwood.
Author's Note: Third in the "Meeting" Series. Read the following first: Ianto's Eventful Meeting with UNIT and Meeting:Postponed or More Action Than UNIT's Seen In Decades. This follows directly from where these left off. So. You know how some folks post long chaptered plotty fic with smutty interludes? This is kind of like that. Only this a long smutty fic with a fluffy interlude. Because apparently, I'm branching out. (Saria Gray iz in yur niche, mussing with yur fikshuns)
Ianto Jones hated hotels. The anonymity was fine; it didn’t bother him in the slightest. No, it was the unshakeable feeling that the room hadn’t been properly cleaned that made filled him with distaste. Still, this one was nice enough and the sheets did seem quite well-washed and sanitized. Besides, he was too knackered to care.
He settled his bags in a corner of the room and pulled out a pair of non-descript pyjama bottoms. He tossed those on the bed and rummaged for his toiletry kit, which he placed on the bathroom counter. Running his hand through his hair, he kicked off his shoes and padded back to his bed. His suit had gotten horribly mistreated earlier, so he resolved to take greater care with it as he stripped the material off slowly and hung it up in the closet. It would need cleaning, of course, but there was no need to create unnecessary wrinkles in the meantime. He tugged on his pyjama bottoms and took his mobile charger out of his luggage. Plugging it into the outlet by his bed and then plugging the charger into his mobile, he flipped open the device. He had a missed call from Martha, but no voicemail. He also had four text messages.
Back yet?
J
Owen’s trying to brew coffee. Help.
J
Weevil. Call after 9.
J
Call soon?
J
He chuckled softly to himself and, shaking his head slightly, crawled into bed. He pulled the mobile close and dialed Jack prior to tucking the device under his ear. It barely finished the first ring before Jack picked up.
“Hello?”
“You’re insatiable, you are,” he muttered fondly.
Jack laughed. “No, I just wanted to talk.”
“Okay, what did Gwen do?”
“Huh?”
“Which alien device did she touch?”
“She didn’t touch anything. Why?”
“Well, something’s clearly turned you into a woman.”
Jack gave an indignant yelp and laughed again. “No, I’m fine. If I wanted to talk about feelings, then you’d have to worry.”
“Oh, good. I'll keep that in mind. So what’s going on there?”
“Tosh is still here, running something or other. At least, I think she is. She keeps frowning at the monitor and mumbling to herself. I told Owen to go home around five; he’s just been sulking all day, anyway. Gwen’s down in the cells feeding Janet.”
“It’s almost half ten, Jack. Make them go home.” Ianto sighed and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.
“It’s…too quiet here. I miss you.” This was said with such vulnerable uncertainty that Ianto’s hand froze mid-reach and he blinked in startled confusion at the light.
“Hey,” he said softly when he regained speech. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know. Maybe I have been turned into a woman.” He gave a false little chuckle.
“No, I think you’ve just been around Tosh and Gwen for the past five hours. That’s bound to make you want to get in touch with your feminine side. Just…please do it while I’m not there.”
“Oh,” Jack laughed; it sounded real this time. “I guess I should remove the nail polish before you get back, then.”
“Depends. What color is it?”
“Neon pink. I still don’t know why Gwen carries it around with her.”
“Eugh. Take it off. You’d be better with a blue, maybe navy. It would compliment your look more. Goes well with your eyes.”
“Should I be worried that you know this?”
“I do have an older sister, remember?”
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
“Right. You’ve caught me, then. I secretly paint my nails. And then take it off before anyone else notices.”
“I knew you were up to something when I wasn’t around.”
Ianto snorted in amusement and, convinced that he had maneuvered Jack past his temporary melancholy, reached over and turned off the light.
“Anything exciting happen today?”
“A couple of Weevils. There was a rift spike, but it was just space junk. Oh, and Tosh has some readings for you to look over when you get back. That’s pretty much it, though. How did the meeting go?”
Ianto sighed. “UNIT wants us to be more transparent, says we need to be held accountable. It was a lot of posturing, really. We’ll just argue back and forth about it for a week and then forget until next quarter’s meeting. Oh, and I ran into Martha. She says to say hello.”
“Oh, how is she?”
Ianto yawned and snuggled further under the blanket. “She’s good. She was, however, a bit confused over the pattern my forehead was sporting.”
“The…what?”
“That’s what happens when you rest your head against bathroom tiles.”
“Oh?” Jack paused and Ianto gave him time to figure it out on his own. “Oh!”
“Oh, indeed.” Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes. “Got me plenty of looks when I went back into the meeting, too.”
Jack snickered. “Sorry?”
“Don’t be," Ianto scoffed. "It was all great fun; we had a big laugh about it before we went on with the harrowing discussions. Which reminds me. I’m still mad at you.”
He could almost hear Jack wince over the line. “Er…temporary truce?”
“Fine, fine. But just wait until I get back.”
“Oh, I look forward to it, Ianto Jones. Trust me. Did you remember to eat?”
Ianto yawned again. “Great. Now you’ve turned into my mam! Remind me never to leave you alone again.”
“Consider yourself reminded! But did you?”
“Yes, Mam, I did,” he snarked, but smiled anyway.
“Good.” Jack sighed. “You sound exhausted. I should let you go. What time will you be back?”
“Lunchtime, I think. I’m leaving in the morning right after the debriefing. And you should get some sleep, too. Send Gwen and Tosh home.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack grumbled. “Sleep well.”
“Mmm, you too,” he muttered sleepily. “And Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“I miss you, too.”
To be continued....
Author:
sariagray Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG, perhaps.
Word Count: ~960
Spoilers: None!
Warnings: Holy Almost-Fluff, Batman.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. No monetary compensation has been or will be garnered from this endeavor. This is purely for entertainment purposes and is no way intended to disrespect the creators/owners/actors/cameramen/costume designers, etc. of Torchwood.
Author's Note: Third in the "Meeting" Series. Read the following first: Ianto's Eventful Meeting with UNIT and Meeting:Postponed or More Action Than UNIT's Seen In Decades. This follows directly from where these left off. So. You know how some folks post long chaptered plotty fic with smutty interludes? This is kind of like that. Only this a long smutty fic with a fluffy interlude. Because apparently, I'm branching out. (Saria Gray iz in yur niche, mussing with yur fikshuns)
Interlude
Ianto Jones hated hotels. The anonymity was fine; it didn’t bother him in the slightest. No, it was the unshakeable feeling that the room hadn’t been properly cleaned that made filled him with distaste. Still, this one was nice enough and the sheets did seem quite well-washed and sanitized. Besides, he was too knackered to care.
He settled his bags in a corner of the room and pulled out a pair of non-descript pyjama bottoms. He tossed those on the bed and rummaged for his toiletry kit, which he placed on the bathroom counter. Running his hand through his hair, he kicked off his shoes and padded back to his bed. His suit had gotten horribly mistreated earlier, so he resolved to take greater care with it as he stripped the material off slowly and hung it up in the closet. It would need cleaning, of course, but there was no need to create unnecessary wrinkles in the meantime. He tugged on his pyjama bottoms and took his mobile charger out of his luggage. Plugging it into the outlet by his bed and then plugging the charger into his mobile, he flipped open the device. He had a missed call from Martha, but no voicemail. He also had four text messages.
Back yet?
J
Owen’s trying to brew coffee. Help.
J
Weevil. Call after 9.
J
Call soon?
J
He chuckled softly to himself and, shaking his head slightly, crawled into bed. He pulled the mobile close and dialed Jack prior to tucking the device under his ear. It barely finished the first ring before Jack picked up.
“Hello?”
“You’re insatiable, you are,” he muttered fondly.
Jack laughed. “No, I just wanted to talk.”
“Okay, what did Gwen do?”
“Huh?”
“Which alien device did she touch?”
“She didn’t touch anything. Why?”
“Well, something’s clearly turned you into a woman.”
Jack gave an indignant yelp and laughed again. “No, I’m fine. If I wanted to talk about feelings, then you’d have to worry.”
“Oh, good. I'll keep that in mind. So what’s going on there?”
“Tosh is still here, running something or other. At least, I think she is. She keeps frowning at the monitor and mumbling to herself. I told Owen to go home around five; he’s just been sulking all day, anyway. Gwen’s down in the cells feeding Janet.”
“It’s almost half ten, Jack. Make them go home.” Ianto sighed and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.
“It’s…too quiet here. I miss you.” This was said with such vulnerable uncertainty that Ianto’s hand froze mid-reach and he blinked in startled confusion at the light.
“Hey,” he said softly when he regained speech. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know. Maybe I have been turned into a woman.” He gave a false little chuckle.
“No, I think you’ve just been around Tosh and Gwen for the past five hours. That’s bound to make you want to get in touch with your feminine side. Just…please do it while I’m not there.”
“Oh,” Jack laughed; it sounded real this time. “I guess I should remove the nail polish before you get back, then.”
“Depends. What color is it?”
“Neon pink. I still don’t know why Gwen carries it around with her.”
“Eugh. Take it off. You’d be better with a blue, maybe navy. It would compliment your look more. Goes well with your eyes.”
“Should I be worried that you know this?”
“I do have an older sister, remember?”
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
“Right. You’ve caught me, then. I secretly paint my nails. And then take it off before anyone else notices.”
“I knew you were up to something when I wasn’t around.”
Ianto snorted in amusement and, convinced that he had maneuvered Jack past his temporary melancholy, reached over and turned off the light.
“Anything exciting happen today?”
“A couple of Weevils. There was a rift spike, but it was just space junk. Oh, and Tosh has some readings for you to look over when you get back. That’s pretty much it, though. How did the meeting go?”
Ianto sighed. “UNIT wants us to be more transparent, says we need to be held accountable. It was a lot of posturing, really. We’ll just argue back and forth about it for a week and then forget until next quarter’s meeting. Oh, and I ran into Martha. She says to say hello.”
“Oh, how is she?”
Ianto yawned and snuggled further under the blanket. “She’s good. She was, however, a bit confused over the pattern my forehead was sporting.”
“The…what?”
“That’s what happens when you rest your head against bathroom tiles.”
“Oh?” Jack paused and Ianto gave him time to figure it out on his own. “Oh!”
“Oh, indeed.” Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes. “Got me plenty of looks when I went back into the meeting, too.”
Jack snickered. “Sorry?”
“Don’t be," Ianto scoffed. "It was all great fun; we had a big laugh about it before we went on with the harrowing discussions. Which reminds me. I’m still mad at you.”
He could almost hear Jack wince over the line. “Er…temporary truce?”
“Fine, fine. But just wait until I get back.”
“Oh, I look forward to it, Ianto Jones. Trust me. Did you remember to eat?”
Ianto yawned again. “Great. Now you’ve turned into my mam! Remind me never to leave you alone again.”
“Consider yourself reminded! But did you?”
“Yes, Mam, I did,” he snarked, but smiled anyway.
“Good.” Jack sighed. “You sound exhausted. I should let you go. What time will you be back?”
“Lunchtime, I think. I’m leaving in the morning right after the debriefing. And you should get some sleep, too. Send Gwen and Tosh home.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack grumbled. “Sleep well.”
“Mmm, you too,” he muttered sleepily. “And Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“I miss you, too.”
To be continued....
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:26 am (UTC)