Fic: Vizzini's Rule (42/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 42
Rating: R
Warnings: Some bad words, that's it
Spoilers: Season One thru Random Shoes (1x9)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Jacquetta May for dialogue and situations borrowed from Random Shoes.
Summary: In which Ianto waits for the mechanic...
Notes: Once again, I'm using the Captain's Blog more than the actual episode for RS. This chapter introduces ya'll to my first original character! *so nervous* Hope you like him! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty-Two
Ianto unlocked the Tourist Office door and flipped on the lights. He tidied the stacks of brochures out of habit as he walked behind the counter to his little office. He hung up his coat and turned on the computer, pulling up the calendar for the day.
“Crap,” he said when he saw the reminder flashing at him.
Today was the day for the quarterly visit from the UNIT mechanic who looked after the SUV. He was a disgusting old man who told bad jokes, never washed his hands and was in constant need of a belt. Really, Ianto thought distastefully, you’d think the man was a plumber. Ianto had only met him once before, shortly after he started at Torchwood. He hadn’t left a favorable impression.
Ianto sighed. It’s a necessary evil, I suppose and I guess UNIT is really doing us a favor. It’s not like we can just take the SUV for an oil change at the dealership. We’d end up Retconning the poor bastards into a coma.
Checking his watch and mentally counting how many hours he had until the mechanic arrived, Ianto headed down to the Hub to get the coffee started. He was the first to arrive, as usual, but he didn’t see Jack wandering around. Worried that Jack may have answered a call in the night and not returned, Ianto hurried to his office and down the ladder to his room.
He sighed with relief when he saw Jack was asleep in his bed. He was about to climb up the ladder again when he heard his name.
“Ianto? What is it?” Jack asked sleepily.
“Nothing, it’s fine. Go back to sleep.”
“C’mere?” Jack asked in a small voice.
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran a gentle hand through Jack’s hair as Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto’s waist and rested his head in Ianto’s lap. “What is it, Jack?” he asked softly.
“Hmm? Oh, just some weevils. I went out three times last night. Tired me out.”
“Jack! Why didn’t you call us in?”
“No need,” Jack said, nestling his head against Ianto’s stomach.
“No need! Jack, you could have been killed!” Ianto hunched over Jack protectively, caressing his back, pulling him close.
“I’m fine, Ianto. Not a scratch, okay?” Jack sat up and gave Ianto a quick kiss. He glanced down and groaned. “God, you look good enough to eat. New suit?”
Ianto flushed a little in the darkness. “Yeah, thanks. I better get upstairs.”
“What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty or so. Why don’t you try to get some more sleep?”
“Nah, I’m up now. Got the coffee going?”
“Yep.”
“Great, I’ll be up in a few,” Jack said with another kiss.
Ianto heard the shower start to run as he headed up the ladder. He was glad he’d stopped at the bakery on the way in, it sounded like Jack could use a treat.
The day passed pretty quietly until after lunch. Ianto was tidying up the conference room when a call from the Cardiff police came in, requesting Torchwood’s assistance with an RTA. Owen wasn’t back from lunch yet, so Jack, Tosh and Gwen went to investigate. When they returned a few hours later, Gwen asked Owen and Ianto to accompany her to the victim’s house. Apparently she needed someone to do the heavy lifting while she spoke to the family.
As he and Owen were packing up the boy’s possessions, Ianto asked him why Gwen was so concerned about this seemingly random act of violence.
“Oh, the kid was some geek who started following us around a few months ago. He really latched onto Gwen, God knows why. And knowing Gwen and her big fucking heart, she feels guilty.”
Once they were all back at the Hub, Ianto checked his watch. Still an hour or so before he could expect Phil, the mechanic from UNIT. He used the time to scan the police reports, looking for something related to Gwen’s case. When he found something, he headed over to the med bay where Gwen Gwen? What the hell? was about to begin Eugene’s autopsy.
“Okay,” Ianto said, “a red Vauxhall has been stopped outside Caernarfon. Very drunk guy has admitted to knocking a man over near Cardiff. Fit’s Eugene’s description. The man says he thought he’d be okay, so he drove on.” Ianto’s disgust was clear from his tone.
“Ah, he was a sweet guy. That’s very sad,” Owen said sarcastically. “Now can we get on with some proper work, please?”
Gwen nodded and gripped the scalpel tighter. Ianto left quickly, before she could get started. He let Jack know he’d be upstairs waiting for Phil, and then headed to the Tourist Office.
He was leaning against the counter, idly flipping through a new brochure for the Castle when the little bell jingled and the door swung open. Ianto took a deep breath and prayed for patience. He looked up and about swallowed his tongue.
“Can I help you?” he asked thickly.
It wasn’t Phil. The man standing uneasily in the doorway of the Tourist Office was young, younger than Ianto himself. He had curly black hair and startling green eyes in golden brown skin. When he spoke, his voice was low and melodic.
“I’m supposed to ask for a Mr. Jones?” he said hesitantly, making the statement a question.
“I’m Ianto Jones. And you are?”
“Brendan, Brendan Spenser,” he said, stepping forward to shake Ianto’s hand. “I’m from UNIT?”
“UNIT? Where’s Phil?” Ianto asked in surprise.
Brendan smiled. “Phil got retired last month. Sorry, you get stuck with me.”
“Not at all, not at all. Are you going to be our regular mechanic from now on?” he asked hopefully as he came out from behind the counter.
“Hope so,” Brendan answered brightly. “This is my first real assignment, so as long as I don’t fuck it up-” He stopped abruptly, his cheeks flushing pink. “Sorry, sir. I mean, don’t mess it up, oh God.”
Ianto grinned. “Don’t worry about it, we’re pretty casual around here.”
Brendan looked at Ianto’s neat charcoal suit and his deep blue dress shirt with coordinating tie, the skeptical expression on his face making Ianto laugh.
“I’m the exception, trust me. I’m curious, did Phil tell you anything about us?”
The flush returned to Brendan’s cheeks. “He uh… he said the SUV was pretty high tech. And he said you were… uh… well, he said you were scary.”
That surprised Ianto. “Scary? Me?”
Brendan smiled again and this time Ianto noticed that one of his front teeth was slightly and adorably crooked. “Yeah. I was sure you were someone else when I came in. Phil’s description doesn’t fit at all.”
“Well, he did have a, shall we say, unique outlook on things.”
“That’s true,” Brendan said.
They stood there for a moment, just looking at one another.
“The SUV!” Ianto said, suddenly remembering the reason Brendan was there. “Let me show you to the garage.”
“My kit’s in the car,” Brendan said. “I just parked in one of the spaces outside, is that okay?”
“Of course. Let’s get your kit and then we’ll head down.”
Brendan reached the door first and opened it for Ianto. “After you, sir,” he said politely. Ianto walked through the door, smiling at what Jack would say if he heard Ianto being called sir.
TBC in Chapter Forty-Three
Rating: R
Warnings: Some bad words, that's it
Spoilers: Season One thru Random Shoes (1x9)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Jacquetta May for dialogue and situations borrowed from Random Shoes.
Summary: In which Ianto waits for the mechanic...
Notes: Once again, I'm using the Captain's Blog more than the actual episode for RS. This chapter introduces ya'll to my first original character! *so nervous* Hope you like him! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty-Two
Ianto unlocked the Tourist Office door and flipped on the lights. He tidied the stacks of brochures out of habit as he walked behind the counter to his little office. He hung up his coat and turned on the computer, pulling up the calendar for the day.
“Crap,” he said when he saw the reminder flashing at him.
Today was the day for the quarterly visit from the UNIT mechanic who looked after the SUV. He was a disgusting old man who told bad jokes, never washed his hands and was in constant need of a belt. Really, Ianto thought distastefully, you’d think the man was a plumber. Ianto had only met him once before, shortly after he started at Torchwood. He hadn’t left a favorable impression.
Ianto sighed. It’s a necessary evil, I suppose and I guess UNIT is really doing us a favor. It’s not like we can just take the SUV for an oil change at the dealership. We’d end up Retconning the poor bastards into a coma.
Checking his watch and mentally counting how many hours he had until the mechanic arrived, Ianto headed down to the Hub to get the coffee started. He was the first to arrive, as usual, but he didn’t see Jack wandering around. Worried that Jack may have answered a call in the night and not returned, Ianto hurried to his office and down the ladder to his room.
He sighed with relief when he saw Jack was asleep in his bed. He was about to climb up the ladder again when he heard his name.
“Ianto? What is it?” Jack asked sleepily.
“Nothing, it’s fine. Go back to sleep.”
“C’mere?” Jack asked in a small voice.
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran a gentle hand through Jack’s hair as Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto’s waist and rested his head in Ianto’s lap. “What is it, Jack?” he asked softly.
“Hmm? Oh, just some weevils. I went out three times last night. Tired me out.”
“Jack! Why didn’t you call us in?”
“No need,” Jack said, nestling his head against Ianto’s stomach.
“No need! Jack, you could have been killed!” Ianto hunched over Jack protectively, caressing his back, pulling him close.
“I’m fine, Ianto. Not a scratch, okay?” Jack sat up and gave Ianto a quick kiss. He glanced down and groaned. “God, you look good enough to eat. New suit?”
Ianto flushed a little in the darkness. “Yeah, thanks. I better get upstairs.”
“What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty or so. Why don’t you try to get some more sleep?”
“Nah, I’m up now. Got the coffee going?”
“Yep.”
“Great, I’ll be up in a few,” Jack said with another kiss.
Ianto heard the shower start to run as he headed up the ladder. He was glad he’d stopped at the bakery on the way in, it sounded like Jack could use a treat.
The day passed pretty quietly until after lunch. Ianto was tidying up the conference room when a call from the Cardiff police came in, requesting Torchwood’s assistance with an RTA. Owen wasn’t back from lunch yet, so Jack, Tosh and Gwen went to investigate. When they returned a few hours later, Gwen asked Owen and Ianto to accompany her to the victim’s house. Apparently she needed someone to do the heavy lifting while she spoke to the family.
As he and Owen were packing up the boy’s possessions, Ianto asked him why Gwen was so concerned about this seemingly random act of violence.
“Oh, the kid was some geek who started following us around a few months ago. He really latched onto Gwen, God knows why. And knowing Gwen and her big fucking heart, she feels guilty.”
Once they were all back at the Hub, Ianto checked his watch. Still an hour or so before he could expect Phil, the mechanic from UNIT. He used the time to scan the police reports, looking for something related to Gwen’s case. When he found something, he headed over to the med bay where Gwen Gwen? What the hell? was about to begin Eugene’s autopsy.
“Okay,” Ianto said, “a red Vauxhall has been stopped outside Caernarfon. Very drunk guy has admitted to knocking a man over near Cardiff. Fit’s Eugene’s description. The man says he thought he’d be okay, so he drove on.” Ianto’s disgust was clear from his tone.
“Ah, he was a sweet guy. That’s very sad,” Owen said sarcastically. “Now can we get on with some proper work, please?”
Gwen nodded and gripped the scalpel tighter. Ianto left quickly, before she could get started. He let Jack know he’d be upstairs waiting for Phil, and then headed to the Tourist Office.
He was leaning against the counter, idly flipping through a new brochure for the Castle when the little bell jingled and the door swung open. Ianto took a deep breath and prayed for patience. He looked up and about swallowed his tongue.
“Can I help you?” he asked thickly.
It wasn’t Phil. The man standing uneasily in the doorway of the Tourist Office was young, younger than Ianto himself. He had curly black hair and startling green eyes in golden brown skin. When he spoke, his voice was low and melodic.
“I’m supposed to ask for a Mr. Jones?” he said hesitantly, making the statement a question.
“I’m Ianto Jones. And you are?”
“Brendan, Brendan Spenser,” he said, stepping forward to shake Ianto’s hand. “I’m from UNIT?”
“UNIT? Where’s Phil?” Ianto asked in surprise.
Brendan smiled. “Phil got retired last month. Sorry, you get stuck with me.”
“Not at all, not at all. Are you going to be our regular mechanic from now on?” he asked hopefully as he came out from behind the counter.
“Hope so,” Brendan answered brightly. “This is my first real assignment, so as long as I don’t fuck it up-” He stopped abruptly, his cheeks flushing pink. “Sorry, sir. I mean, don’t mess it up, oh God.”
Ianto grinned. “Don’t worry about it, we’re pretty casual around here.”
Brendan looked at Ianto’s neat charcoal suit and his deep blue dress shirt with coordinating tie, the skeptical expression on his face making Ianto laugh.
“I’m the exception, trust me. I’m curious, did Phil tell you anything about us?”
The flush returned to Brendan’s cheeks. “He uh… he said the SUV was pretty high tech. And he said you were… uh… well, he said you were scary.”
That surprised Ianto. “Scary? Me?”
Brendan smiled again and this time Ianto noticed that one of his front teeth was slightly and adorably crooked. “Yeah. I was sure you were someone else when I came in. Phil’s description doesn’t fit at all.”
“Well, he did have a, shall we say, unique outlook on things.”
“That’s true,” Brendan said.
They stood there for a moment, just looking at one another.
“The SUV!” Ianto said, suddenly remembering the reason Brendan was there. “Let me show you to the garage.”
“My kit’s in the car,” Brendan said. “I just parked in one of the spaces outside, is that okay?”
“Of course. Let’s get your kit and then we’ll head down.”
Brendan reached the door first and opened it for Ianto. “After you, sir,” he said politely. Ianto walked through the door, smiling at what Jack would say if he heard Ianto being called sir.
TBC in Chapter Forty-Three