The Face of Ianto

[sariagray]

Title: The Face of Ianto
Author: sariagray 
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Tosh, Gwen
Rating: G
Word Count: 915
Spoilers: Nothing.
Warnings: Silliness within. Proceed with caution.
Disclaimer: I don't own. I dabble.
Author’s Note: Written for badly_knitted because of induced plot bunnies. Not my fault! Don't look at me! I also stole a line. :) I probably didn't do it justice, but...it had to be done.

 

The Face of Ianto

     The team stared. They blinked, almost collectively. Owen opened his mouth, got a ponderous look in his eyes, and quickly snapped his jaw closed. Tosh bit her lower lip. Gwen simply gaped, eyes wide open with awe.
    Jack took in Ianto’s reddening cheeks and sighed. “All right, enough! Everyone out of the conference room! Owen, you’re on standby. We may need you.”
     “Er, right. Okay,” he muttered, trying to pull himself together before shuffling out after the girls.
     “Please tell me you know how to fix this,” Ianto whispered. “Please.”
     “No idea,” Jack shrugged, offering a small smile. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”
     Ianto wasn’t surprised that the promise didn’t leave him feeling much better.

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     He knew alien tech would someday be his undoing. He was surrounded by it, and while always cautious, he was quite away of the likelihood of mistakes. Accidents. Carelessness. Jack being grabby. Owen throwing around a basketball in the Archives.
     It never once occurred to him that he would simply press the wrong button. He never pressed the wrong button.
     He had been working on a device dropped off by the Rift, another of its questionable presents. It looked, he noted with enthusiasm, like an ordinary iPod. If it was what he thought it might be (since the Rift never gave them GOOD presents, like an ACTUAL iPod), he had cause for his enthusiasm. A Heclorian Invisibility Reducer. All one had to do was rest it on an object, adjust the settings with the little wheel, and press the big button in the center. Instant invisibility!
     Ianto checked against the relevant materials. He had been down there for hours, his excitement building which each discovered affirmation. When he was finally, resolutely convinced of the item’s provenance, he called Jack.
     “You won’t believe what I found,” he smirked into the phone, barely containing his excitement.
     “You sound too excited for it to be dirty,” Jack sighed. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
     When he saw the Reducer, Jack’s eyes lit up. Ianto just beamed.
     “Mind if I go test it out?” The wide puppy eyes on Jack were just too hard to resist. Ianto smiled indulgently and nodded, looking back down to the report he was filing out.
     After Jack scampered away, he reached for his iPod and clicked the big button in the center.

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     Jack rang Ianto, eyes gleaming. When he picked up, Jack could barely keep the glee from his voice.
     “I never would’ve pegged you for a Spice Girls fan.”
     “I’m sorry?” came the muffled reply.
     “I took your iPod by mistake.”
     “Yes, Jack. I realize that.”
     Although he was excellent at masking his voice, Jack could hear the traces of panic. His eyes widened as the realization slowly crept over him. He cursed, hung up the phone, and bolted to the archives.
     “Well,” he said dryly as he took in Ianto’s current state, “now you are just a pretty face.”

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     Gwen and Tosh couldn’t leave well enough alone. The stood above the medical bay, watching raptly, as Owen tried to run tests on Ianto with Jack constantly underfoot.
     “I’m doing what I can!” Owen growled. “It’s hard to work on Ianto enough as it is. Now I can’t even see him!”
     Jack looked at him curiously.
     “He fidgets!”
     “I don’t care what you have to do! I don’t want to walk around explaining to people, ‘Oh yes, this is my boyfriend... the rest of him is there, you just can't see or feel it!’”
     “Boyfriend?” Ianto managed, weakly.
     Gwen and Tosh were trying very hard not to giggle. It wasn’t working. Jack glared up at the pair and they scampered away hurriedly. They could hear their laughter echo throughout the Hub.
     There was more poking and prodding and glaring, all in vain. Ianto was nearing hysteria and they still had nothing to go off of.
     “Jack!” came an excited cry.
     “Yeah?”
     Tosh ran into the medical bay, excitedly flapping a piece of paper.
     “I figured it out! I reset the device! We can change him back!”
     Owen threw the needle he had been brandishing back on his tray. Ianto breathed a sigh of relief. Jack beamed.
    
      When they finally got Ianto set back to rights again, they all sat around in the conference room.
     “Thank God,” Owen muttered. “No use for him if he can’t make coffee.”
     “Tosh, how did you manage to reset it?” Ianto asked, ignoring Owen, as always.
     She blushed. “I pressed the ‘Menu’ button and the big button in the center at the same time.”
     Ianto was only a little upset that he hadn’t thought of it himself.

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      The others had left for the evening and Ianto retreated to Jack’s office with a cup of coffee. He had been touched by Jack’s protectiveness and concern, and had every thought of rewarding him.
     Until, that is, he saw that the Captain had headphones on. Headphones attached to his iPod. He groaned.
     “You know,” said Jack. “I went through the ‘M’s. Madonna, Metallica, Mozart. Points for diversity.”
     “You’re incorrigible.” Ianto paused. “You didn’t hear…”
     “The playlist with my name on it? Now why would I listen to that? Who do you think I am?”
     “Right. Well,” he smirked a little and raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend? Really?”
     Jack looked startled for a moment, then gave a relenting, hopeful smile. Ianto stepped around the desk and kissed him.
     “Nah. Still just a pretty face,” Jack joked and kissed him back.

End

 

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