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Title: Say Please.
Author: Becky_H
Character(s): Jack, Myfanwy
Genre: Gen!
Rating: PG - but only for language and very vague innuendo.
Spoilers None.
Warnings: Only very vague innuendo.
Word Count: 800-ish.
Beta: matsujo9
Prompt: Msp_Hacker : Jack and Myfanwy - because you can never have too much of a boy and his pteradon.
Summary: A little late night bonding between Jack and the dinosaur.
Author's Notes: You'll find a lot of discussion about sentience, and what it means, in the comments. The bit it was referring to has been re-written, not because I don't enjoy the discussion, but because I don't want to distract readers. A short follow up can be found here
It's late. Everyone's gone home. Everyone except Jack, of course. The hub is his home.
He used to hate the hours on his own. Nights seemed too long and too lonely. Lately, though, he really doesn't mind. Maybe he's getting old -- he's starting to value his peace and quiet.
Peace and quiet? In Torchwood?
He can hear the flap of leathery wings and the thud of Myfanwy landing with less than her usual grace. He hears the shuffling sound of her making her way across the floor but he doesn't look up from his paperwork.
She pokes him, hard, in the thigh and he pushes her away. She screams at him like the prehistoric bird of prey she is and the silence shatters. He thinks his ear drums might have broken with it.
He rubs his ringing ears, looks up and turns his chair to glare at her.
If a pterodactyl could make puppy eyes, those would be it.
"I know Owen fed you," he tells her. She takes a deep breath, opens her beak and looks, for all the world, like she's going to scream again. Jack throws up both of his hands in surrender.
"All right, all right!" he hastily tells her. She doesn't scream. Thank God.
He's got just enough time to be relieved before she pushes his chair out from under him.
He's the one squawking now. His ass hits the ground, his head hits the chair's seat, the chair rolls out of the way and his head hits the ground. He's not hurt. He’s offended and completely without dignity, sprawled half under his desk, but he’s not hurt. He looks up to find Myfanwy looking down at him.
The damn dinosaur looks like she's laughing at him. He can't get up with his legs under the desk, the chair beside him, and her there, so he pokes her in the keel bone.
"I can't feed you if I can't get up." He realizes, after the words are out of his mouth, that he's trying to bargain with a creature from the Cretaceous period - 25 million years ago. Suddenly he doesn't feel so old.
He does feel like an absolute fool, though. He decides to stop talking to her; it isn't like she can understand him.
Myfanwy continues to regard Jack, Jack looks back. He should probably worry about being eaten. He doesn't. He tries to push her away. She won't move. For a dumb animal, she's doing a really good impression of being stubborn.
Jack's still not talking to her because he's lost enough dignity. He reaches back and pushes his chair out of his way and starts to scoot away from Myfanwy.
Myfanwy responds by bending her head and putting it against his chest and pressing him into the floor.
She's a fucking dinosaur. With talons. Jack stops trying to move and growls.
"Look, bird."
She raises her head and looks at him again and begins a soft trilling that sounds patronizing as fuck. He wonders, for an insane moment, if Ianto's been giving her lessons.
He continues to glare. She continues to stare. He tries to move, again, and he's pinned to the ground, again. Jack's certain she doesn't want to hurt him -- if she did, he'd be dead already. Then something worse than being eaten occurs to him.
"You're not..." he starts to ask. His voice sounds horrified even to his own ears.
Myfanwy screams, again. This time, right in his face. He's deafened, but he's also relieved.
"So, let me up," he says firmly.
She pins him back to the floor with her head. He sighs and goes limp. She looks at him.
"Do you want fed or not?" He sounds defeated more than anything. As well he should, he thinks. He'd said he was going to stop talking to her. That hadn't lasted long, had it? Why does the voice in his head -- the mocking one -- sound like Ianto?
Jack ponders that for a bit while he tries to figure out how the heck he's going to get out of this before the team comes in and finds him. He watches Myfanwy as she starts to go to sleep and tries to sneak away from her again. She nips him this time. Apparently he's not the only grumpy one.
"Would you please," he says, deliberately enunciating, trying not to sound angry but sounding angry anyway, "let me up!"
She shuffles backward and Jack stands, expecting to be pounced on again. Doesn't happen. He dusts his pants off and keeps his eye on the hub's pet who is doing her level best to look innocent.
"All right. Where were..." He stops abruptly when she inflates and moves forward. "All right! Feeding you!"
She shuffle and waddles out of his office and takes off. He follows, grabbing her bottle of sauce off Owen's desk.
He should have gotten them a guinea pig.
Author: Becky_H
Character(s): Jack, Myfanwy
Genre: Gen!
Rating: PG - but only for language and very vague innuendo.
Spoilers None.
Warnings: Only very vague innuendo.
Word Count: 800-ish.
Beta: matsujo9
Prompt: Msp_Hacker : Jack and Myfanwy - because you can never have too much of a boy and his pteradon.
Summary: A little late night bonding between Jack and the dinosaur.
Author's Notes: You'll find a lot of discussion about sentience, and what it means, in the comments. The bit it was referring to has been re-written, not because I don't enjoy the discussion, but because I don't want to distract readers. A short follow up can be found here
It's late. Everyone's gone home. Everyone except Jack, of course. The hub is his home.
He used to hate the hours on his own. Nights seemed too long and too lonely. Lately, though, he really doesn't mind. Maybe he's getting old -- he's starting to value his peace and quiet.
Peace and quiet? In Torchwood?
He can hear the flap of leathery wings and the thud of Myfanwy landing with less than her usual grace. He hears the shuffling sound of her making her way across the floor but he doesn't look up from his paperwork.
She pokes him, hard, in the thigh and he pushes her away. She screams at him like the prehistoric bird of prey she is and the silence shatters. He thinks his ear drums might have broken with it.
He rubs his ringing ears, looks up and turns his chair to glare at her.
If a pterodactyl could make puppy eyes, those would be it.
"I know Owen fed you," he tells her. She takes a deep breath, opens her beak and looks, for all the world, like she's going to scream again. Jack throws up both of his hands in surrender.
"All right, all right!" he hastily tells her. She doesn't scream. Thank God.
He's got just enough time to be relieved before she pushes his chair out from under him.
He's the one squawking now. His ass hits the ground, his head hits the chair's seat, the chair rolls out of the way and his head hits the ground. He's not hurt. He’s offended and completely without dignity, sprawled half under his desk, but he’s not hurt. He looks up to find Myfanwy looking down at him.
The damn dinosaur looks like she's laughing at him. He can't get up with his legs under the desk, the chair beside him, and her there, so he pokes her in the keel bone.
"I can't feed you if I can't get up." He realizes, after the words are out of his mouth, that he's trying to bargain with a creature from the Cretaceous period - 25 million years ago. Suddenly he doesn't feel so old.
He does feel like an absolute fool, though. He decides to stop talking to her; it isn't like she can understand him.
Myfanwy continues to regard Jack, Jack looks back. He should probably worry about being eaten. He doesn't. He tries to push her away. She won't move. For a dumb animal, she's doing a really good impression of being stubborn.
Jack's still not talking to her because he's lost enough dignity. He reaches back and pushes his chair out of his way and starts to scoot away from Myfanwy.
Myfanwy responds by bending her head and putting it against his chest and pressing him into the floor.
She's a fucking dinosaur. With talons. Jack stops trying to move and growls.
"Look, bird."
She raises her head and looks at him again and begins a soft trilling that sounds patronizing as fuck. He wonders, for an insane moment, if Ianto's been giving her lessons.
He continues to glare. She continues to stare. He tries to move, again, and he's pinned to the ground, again. Jack's certain she doesn't want to hurt him -- if she did, he'd be dead already. Then something worse than being eaten occurs to him.
"You're not..." he starts to ask. His voice sounds horrified even to his own ears.
Myfanwy screams, again. This time, right in his face. He's deafened, but he's also relieved.
"So, let me up," he says firmly.
She pins him back to the floor with her head. He sighs and goes limp. She looks at him.
"Do you want fed or not?" He sounds defeated more than anything. As well he should, he thinks. He'd said he was going to stop talking to her. That hadn't lasted long, had it? Why does the voice in his head -- the mocking one -- sound like Ianto?
Jack ponders that for a bit while he tries to figure out how the heck he's going to get out of this before the team comes in and finds him. He watches Myfanwy as she starts to go to sleep and tries to sneak away from her again. She nips him this time. Apparently he's not the only grumpy one.
"Would you please," he says, deliberately enunciating, trying not to sound angry but sounding angry anyway, "let me up!"
She shuffles backward and Jack stands, expecting to be pounced on again. Doesn't happen. He dusts his pants off and keeps his eye on the hub's pet who is doing her level best to look innocent.
"All right. Where were..." He stops abruptly when she inflates and moves forward. "All right! Feeding you!"
She shuffle and waddles out of his office and takes off. He follows, grabbing her bottle of sauce off Owen's desk.
He should have gotten them a guinea pig.