On The Glamorgan Heritage Coast
Title: On The Glamorgan Heritage Coast
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which Ianto suggests breaking into a listed property whilst working at a perilous height, and Jack wonders whatever happened to Llantwit Minor. In addition to the prompt image, I made use of this image of Nash Point, which shows both lighthouses, as well as the beach, and the ginormousness of the aerial mast. Written for the July 11 prompt at horizonssing.
Ianto watched Jack from high atop the Nash Point aerial mast. They'd come to install some monitoring equipment they’d brought down from Cardiff, and from this vantage he could see a fair amount of the surrounding area, including most of the Bristol Channel and the nearby Nash Point towers and their associated outbuildings.
“You know, I was thinking that when we’re finished here, if we have time, maybe we could have a look around the lighthouses.”
Jack's head turned toward the white stone tower that loomed nearby. “Yeah, sure. Why?”
Ianto reached over to adjust a tangled cable and checked the connectors. “Well, they’re unusual. One of them’s topless. It’s architecturally significant.”
While Ianto couldn’t see the expression on Jack’s face from this distance, he could absolutely hear a certain familiar leer creeping its way across the channel. “Wow, Ianto. I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”
“Yes, sorry,” Ianto replied, glancing at the readings on his own handheld. “I’ve been going behind your back with scantily clad historical landmarks. I know this isn’t the best time to confess with it being work hours and all, but the truth had to come to light eventually.”
“I’m sure I can find it in my heart to forgive you. After all, you’ve got an intuitive grasp of anatomy, and you’re surprisingly flexible.”
“I do try my best to provide excellent service.” Ianto smiled faintly and made subtle adjustments to a small parabolic dish. “Did I mention they modernized the working lighthouse ten years ago? It’s all automated now.”
“So?” Jack asked, sounding a bit puzzled. He was facing the channel again, working with his own equipment. “Isn’t that pretty standard these days?”
“Well, automated means no lighthouse keeper to get in our way if we should happen to find our way inside. It’s late enough they’ll have finished with tours.” He licked his lips nervously. “You know, if we felt we needed to, ah, investigate.”
“Are you saying there might be pressing Torchwood matters to look into, Mr. Jones?”
“Something could come up, Captain. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss it.” He rested his arms on one of the ladder’s crossbars and watched the shite hawks circle and dive along the edge of the water.
Jack’s laugh carried up the terrain and echoed in Ianto’s earpiece. Even from far away it sounded warmer from Jack’s own throat. “Well, then it’s a good thing for both of us the calibrations are pretty much finished, huh?”
“I suppose so. Shall I start packing up?”
“Yep. The new sensors are communicating with the Hub computer, and the readings are accurate within the acceptable tolerances. I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Jack turned away from the water and started across the sand and back toward the rocky outcroppings that signaled drier land.
“Got it,” Ianto replied and began the work of undoing various cables. Once unfastened, he dropped each one to the ground to be coiled and then capped the connector to protect it from wet and corrosion. The sensor array would be staying on the mast indefinitely, but the rest of their equipment would need to be carried back to the SUV. By the time he started down the ladder, Jack was already waiting for him below, looping cable into bundles.
Ianto joined him at it without bothering to ask. “I could also take you out for a bit of dinner in Llantwit Major.”
“Llantwit Major?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “What happened to Llantwit Minor?”
“Too exceptional at being minor, I suppose.”
Jack looked over his shoulder toward the lighthouses. “Maybe they built a lighthouse on it.”
Ianto snickered and tossed the last bundle of cable into the boot of the SUV.
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which Ianto suggests breaking into a listed property whilst working at a perilous height, and Jack wonders whatever happened to Llantwit Minor. In addition to the prompt image, I made use of this image of Nash Point, which shows both lighthouses, as well as the beach, and the ginormousness of the aerial mast. Written for the July 11 prompt at horizonssing.
Ianto watched Jack from high atop the Nash Point aerial mast. They'd come to install some monitoring equipment they’d brought down from Cardiff, and from this vantage he could see a fair amount of the surrounding area, including most of the Bristol Channel and the nearby Nash Point towers and their associated outbuildings.
“You know, I was thinking that when we’re finished here, if we have time, maybe we could have a look around the lighthouses.”
Jack's head turned toward the white stone tower that loomed nearby. “Yeah, sure. Why?”
Ianto reached over to adjust a tangled cable and checked the connectors. “Well, they’re unusual. One of them’s topless. It’s architecturally significant.”
While Ianto couldn’t see the expression on Jack’s face from this distance, he could absolutely hear a certain familiar leer creeping its way across the channel. “Wow, Ianto. I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”
“Yes, sorry,” Ianto replied, glancing at the readings on his own handheld. “I’ve been going behind your back with scantily clad historical landmarks. I know this isn’t the best time to confess with it being work hours and all, but the truth had to come to light eventually.”
“I’m sure I can find it in my heart to forgive you. After all, you’ve got an intuitive grasp of anatomy, and you’re surprisingly flexible.”
“I do try my best to provide excellent service.” Ianto smiled faintly and made subtle adjustments to a small parabolic dish. “Did I mention they modernized the working lighthouse ten years ago? It’s all automated now.”
“So?” Jack asked, sounding a bit puzzled. He was facing the channel again, working with his own equipment. “Isn’t that pretty standard these days?”
“Well, automated means no lighthouse keeper to get in our way if we should happen to find our way inside. It’s late enough they’ll have finished with tours.” He licked his lips nervously. “You know, if we felt we needed to, ah, investigate.”
“Are you saying there might be pressing Torchwood matters to look into, Mr. Jones?”
“Something could come up, Captain. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss it.” He rested his arms on one of the ladder’s crossbars and watched the shite hawks circle and dive along the edge of the water.
Jack’s laugh carried up the terrain and echoed in Ianto’s earpiece. Even from far away it sounded warmer from Jack’s own throat. “Well, then it’s a good thing for both of us the calibrations are pretty much finished, huh?”
“I suppose so. Shall I start packing up?”
“Yep. The new sensors are communicating with the Hub computer, and the readings are accurate within the acceptable tolerances. I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Jack turned away from the water and started across the sand and back toward the rocky outcroppings that signaled drier land.
“Got it,” Ianto replied and began the work of undoing various cables. Once unfastened, he dropped each one to the ground to be coiled and then capped the connector to protect it from wet and corrosion. The sensor array would be staying on the mast indefinitely, but the rest of their equipment would need to be carried back to the SUV. By the time he started down the ladder, Jack was already waiting for him below, looping cable into bundles.
Ianto joined him at it without bothering to ask. “I could also take you out for a bit of dinner in Llantwit Major.”
“Llantwit Major?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “What happened to Llantwit Minor?”
“Too exceptional at being minor, I suppose.”
Jack looked over his shoulder toward the lighthouses. “Maybe they built a lighthouse on it.”
Ianto snickered and tossed the last bundle of cable into the boot of the SUV.