Curiosity 1/1
"Curiosity" 1/1
Synopsis - Jack and Ianto are behaving strangely; one has gone missing and the other is acting suspiciously. And Gwen Cooper is a very curious woman.
Rating - Suitable for most, with a hint of adult theme.
Spoilers: S2 finale refferences
Pairing - Jack/Ianto (Gwen/Ianto friendship)
Note: do need some feedback to keep me writing, confidence is low at the moment.
#015 in my jack/Ianto prompt table "Curiosity"
A/N - if you wanna follow me and/or find out about fic updates on twitter add me as jo19844. :D
Gwen Cooper stared at the computer screen and frowned. There was something not quite right about the atmosphere in the Hub. It was half past ten and Ianto still hadn't delivered her the cup of coffee he had promised, the crumpets that he usually toasted to perfection then smothered in butter were missing too and that familiar waft of aftershave was gone. He was floating around somewhere in the hub, she had seen him not two hours ago as he waltzed in from the direction of the tourist office with the tiniest hint of smile and another new crisp suit. He was there, she just didn't know where.
But, there had been something unusual going on all morning. Jack had been disappearing; he would be there one minute then gone the next, and kept sneaking secret smiles to himself behind his hand whilst he pretended to be concentrating on something important. She had even caught him giggling, actually giggling, as he looked at something secretive on his computer screen. As hard as she tried she just couldn't get past him to see it, and the detective in her, that little man in her head dressed like inspector gadget with an oversized magnifying glass, craved information. She had tried hacking into his private account, but Toshiko Sato she was not. It was times like this, when she needed to hack into Jack's computer to reveal just what the hell was going on, that she missed Tosh.
And then there was Ianto. There was something odd about him, something even more handsome than usual about him that morning; the sharp black pinstriped suit with just a hint of a violet stitch in each stripe, that powder blue shirt that made his eyes even more vibrant and a twinkle in his eye that told a better story than a thousand words could ever do. He had a vibe about him, one that said 'Ianto got lucky last night' and Gwen Cooper, the nosy bitch that she was, demanded every tiny detail over a Cappuccino and a Panini at lunchtime. She didn't need to ask him if he had in fact got lucky; she just knew. The evidence was there in the sway of the hips, the bounce in his step and that special aftershave that he only ever wore on very special occasions; it had a tiny hint of cinnamon about it and made him smell special and delicious, like Christmas pudding only nicer. Whatever had happened last night it had been good and very possibly something that would make the staff in Starbucks, the young innocent ones just out of school and earning some money for Christmas, lose that tiny shred of innocence that they had been clinging onto for dear life.
She remembered their last conversation. It had been well over an hour and a half ago now.
“What are you so happy about today?” Gwen eyed the young Welshman suspiciously. He looked happy, too happy.
“Nothing in particular.” Ianto had that look; the coy smile that he hid so well, but never quite good enough. “Why?”
“No reason, you just look--” She paused for a moment to find the perfect word. Fuck-happy? Post coitally content? Satisfied? “Tranquil.”
“Well I did sleep well.” Ianto picked up his clipboard and flicked through the pages of archive notes. “Maybe that's it.”
“Oh that old excuse?” Gwen scoffed and took it away from him, then leaned in close. “Pull the other one, it's got bells on it.”
Ianto grabbed the clipboard back and examined the paperwork, then looked at Gwen through his eyelashes, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You're not fooling anyone you know.”
“I didn't know I was trying to.”
Gwen stared at him until he was forced to meet her eyes.
“What?” He tried to look innocent, and if Gwen hadn't known him quite so well he may have actually gotten away with it
She raised her eyebrows and waited.
“Fine.” Ianto sighed. “Lunchtime, Starbucks, corruption of young minds, but you're paying.”
“It's a date.”
Ianto turned on his heel and walked away, then stopped and doubled back. He crossed his arms, holding the clipboard against his chest, and eyed her quizzically. “How do you always know?”
“Female Intuition,” she said.
“Ah. That old excuse.” Ianto turned again and made his way across the hub.
Gwen picked up her empty coffee cup and looked at the pitiful dregs of hour-old coffee that clung to the bottom. “Ianto, you got any coffee brewing?”
“I have something to do in the archives,” he said with a smile, “but give me twenty minutes.”
He had been carrying that clipboard, the black leather one with the silver Parker pen engraved with his initials, when he waltzed past Jack and caught his attention; Gwen had watched him as his eyes followed Ianto's arse through the hub and down the stairs that led to the archives. He waited until she looked back to her work before pursuing him like an excited kitten chasing a purple feather.
He went missing for half an hour after that.
Jack and Ianto were about as subtle as Mother Theresa in a mosh pit.
Gwen got up from the computer and walked into Jack's office; he was sitting behind his desk looking at the screen again, an air of mischief dancing happily in his eyes.
“Jack?”
He composed himself quickly and pretended to be working. Jack Harkness had a 'serious' face for exactly this kind of occasion, but it didn't fool her. “Yah?”
“Have you seen Ianto?”
“Ianto?”
She perched on his desk. “You know, absolutely delicious Welsh Twenty-something crumpet, about yay high.” She made a gesture with her hand in the air. “Sharply dressed with a definite air of mystery and a twinkle in his eye.”
Jack laughed. “Yes, I do know who Ianto is.”
“I bet you do.” Gwen leaned over his desk a little, trying to sneak a peak at the computer screen. She got a quick glimpse of a CCTV screen before Jack closed it, but not enough to see the location. “Have you seen him?”
“Yes, he's very pretty.”
“Don't be smart with me, Harkness.” She sighed. “Where is he?”
“Busy I think.”
“He promised me coffee ages ago!”
“Well you'll just have to see to yourself today, or nip out to Starbucks or something.” Jack stood up, put a code in his computer to lock the screen and walked out the room. Gwen caught a glimpse of a wicked smile as he breezed past her. “I'm afraid he's going to be tied up in the archives all day.”
Synopsis - Jack and Ianto are behaving strangely; one has gone missing and the other is acting suspiciously. And Gwen Cooper is a very curious woman.
Rating - Suitable for most, with a hint of adult theme.
Spoilers: S2 finale refferences
Pairing - Jack/Ianto (Gwen/Ianto friendship)
Note: do need some feedback to keep me writing, confidence is low at the moment.
#015 in my jack/Ianto prompt table "Curiosity"
A/N - if you wanna follow me and/or find out about fic updates on twitter add me as jo19844. :D
Gwen Cooper stared at the computer screen and frowned. There was something not quite right about the atmosphere in the Hub. It was half past ten and Ianto still hadn't delivered her the cup of coffee he had promised, the crumpets that he usually toasted to perfection then smothered in butter were missing too and that familiar waft of aftershave was gone. He was floating around somewhere in the hub, she had seen him not two hours ago as he waltzed in from the direction of the tourist office with the tiniest hint of smile and another new crisp suit. He was there, she just didn't know where.
But, there had been something unusual going on all morning. Jack had been disappearing; he would be there one minute then gone the next, and kept sneaking secret smiles to himself behind his hand whilst he pretended to be concentrating on something important. She had even caught him giggling, actually giggling, as he looked at something secretive on his computer screen. As hard as she tried she just couldn't get past him to see it, and the detective in her, that little man in her head dressed like inspector gadget with an oversized magnifying glass, craved information. She had tried hacking into his private account, but Toshiko Sato she was not. It was times like this, when she needed to hack into Jack's computer to reveal just what the hell was going on, that she missed Tosh.
And then there was Ianto. There was something odd about him, something even more handsome than usual about him that morning; the sharp black pinstriped suit with just a hint of a violet stitch in each stripe, that powder blue shirt that made his eyes even more vibrant and a twinkle in his eye that told a better story than a thousand words could ever do. He had a vibe about him, one that said 'Ianto got lucky last night' and Gwen Cooper, the nosy bitch that she was, demanded every tiny detail over a Cappuccino and a Panini at lunchtime. She didn't need to ask him if he had in fact got lucky; she just knew. The evidence was there in the sway of the hips, the bounce in his step and that special aftershave that he only ever wore on very special occasions; it had a tiny hint of cinnamon about it and made him smell special and delicious, like Christmas pudding only nicer. Whatever had happened last night it had been good and very possibly something that would make the staff in Starbucks, the young innocent ones just out of school and earning some money for Christmas, lose that tiny shred of innocence that they had been clinging onto for dear life.
She remembered their last conversation. It had been well over an hour and a half ago now.
“What are you so happy about today?” Gwen eyed the young Welshman suspiciously. He looked happy, too happy.
“Nothing in particular.” Ianto had that look; the coy smile that he hid so well, but never quite good enough. “Why?”
“No reason, you just look--” She paused for a moment to find the perfect word. Fuck-happy? Post coitally content? Satisfied? “Tranquil.”
“Well I did sleep well.” Ianto picked up his clipboard and flicked through the pages of archive notes. “Maybe that's it.”
“Oh that old excuse?” Gwen scoffed and took it away from him, then leaned in close. “Pull the other one, it's got bells on it.”
Ianto grabbed the clipboard back and examined the paperwork, then looked at Gwen through his eyelashes, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You're not fooling anyone you know.”
“I didn't know I was trying to.”
Gwen stared at him until he was forced to meet her eyes.
“What?” He tried to look innocent, and if Gwen hadn't known him quite so well he may have actually gotten away with it
She raised her eyebrows and waited.
“Fine.” Ianto sighed. “Lunchtime, Starbucks, corruption of young minds, but you're paying.”
“It's a date.”
Ianto turned on his heel and walked away, then stopped and doubled back. He crossed his arms, holding the clipboard against his chest, and eyed her quizzically. “How do you always know?”
“Female Intuition,” she said.
“Ah. That old excuse.” Ianto turned again and made his way across the hub.
Gwen picked up her empty coffee cup and looked at the pitiful dregs of hour-old coffee that clung to the bottom. “Ianto, you got any coffee brewing?”
“I have something to do in the archives,” he said with a smile, “but give me twenty minutes.”
He had been carrying that clipboard, the black leather one with the silver Parker pen engraved with his initials, when he waltzed past Jack and caught his attention; Gwen had watched him as his eyes followed Ianto's arse through the hub and down the stairs that led to the archives. He waited until she looked back to her work before pursuing him like an excited kitten chasing a purple feather.
He went missing for half an hour after that.
Jack and Ianto were about as subtle as Mother Theresa in a mosh pit.
Gwen got up from the computer and walked into Jack's office; he was sitting behind his desk looking at the screen again, an air of mischief dancing happily in his eyes.
“Jack?”
He composed himself quickly and pretended to be working. Jack Harkness had a 'serious' face for exactly this kind of occasion, but it didn't fool her. “Yah?”
“Have you seen Ianto?”
“Ianto?”
She perched on his desk. “You know, absolutely delicious Welsh Twenty-something crumpet, about yay high.” She made a gesture with her hand in the air. “Sharply dressed with a definite air of mystery and a twinkle in his eye.”
Jack laughed. “Yes, I do know who Ianto is.”
“I bet you do.” Gwen leaned over his desk a little, trying to sneak a peak at the computer screen. She got a quick glimpse of a CCTV screen before Jack closed it, but not enough to see the location. “Have you seen him?”
“Yes, he's very pretty.”
“Don't be smart with me, Harkness.” She sighed. “Where is he?”
“Busy I think.”
“He promised me coffee ages ago!”
“Well you'll just have to see to yourself today, or nip out to Starbucks or something.” Jack stood up, put a code in his computer to lock the screen and walked out the room. Gwen caught a glimpse of a wicked smile as he breezed past her. “I'm afraid he's going to be tied up in the archives all day.”