That is NOT Traditional
Title: That is NOT Traditional
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto/Jay
Words: 1,565
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None
Summery: Ianto just wants to enjoy a traditional Christmas. But can you do that with two Time Agents around?
AN: A big happy Christmas to the lovely kausingkayn, my first friend in fanficdom, a fabulous writer and a wonderful cheerleader, especially when it comes to certain rogue Time Agents refusing to play the game. She asked for Ianto and Jack to have a fun, non angsty Christmas with my OC Jay Hunter. Jay appears in a series that hasn’t made it to LJ yet, but all you need to know is that she is a Time Agent from Jack’s past who has ended up working alongside the boys. This has no partic place in real canon and is outside the canon that Jay comes from so no spoilers for either.
Ianto sat slumped on the sofa, head tipped back, a bottle of beer held loosely in his hands. Jack was sat next to him, one hand fiddling idly with Ianto’s shirt buttons.
“Check it again.”
“I’ve already checked it six times.” complained Jack, returning his hand back to Ianto’s shirt after it had been slapped away.
“Well check it a seventh.”
With an exaggerated sigh Jack leant back and flipped open his wrist strap. He pressed a couple of buttons and consulted the screen.
“The rift monitor confirms that nothing is predicted for at least the rest of tonight and all of tomorrow.”
Ianto took a sip of his beer. “So we actually get Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off?”
“It looks like it.” Jack looked across at him. “You get the traditional Christmas you wanted Ianto.”
Ianto smiled up at the ceiling. “Board games and everything?”
Jack grinned back, “Board games and everything.”
“Brilliant.” Ianto lifted the bottle to his lips again just as a knock came on the door.
Ianto lifted his head to look at the door, then at Jack.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“No.”
“Then who’s that and how did they get through the main door down stairs?”
“You could open the door and find out.”
Ianto pulled at face at Jack, and putting his beer on the coffee table stood and walked to the door.
He looked through the peep hole and jerked his head back in surprise.
“It can’t be?”
Before he could move the lock clicked and the door was opened, pushing Ianto backwards.
“That explains the door downstairs.” Jack said dryly as Jay Hunter walked uninvited into the flat.
“Hello boys.” she said, with a grin that split her face.
“And that’s still not original.” Jack pointed out, earning a withering look from Jay.
“What are you doing here? It’s Christmas Eve.” Ianto stammered out. He stood stunned as Jay pushed her way into his flat as if she belonged there.
“Who were you expecting? Father Christmas?”
“Well no, but…”
“How is the old fella by the way? Heard from him lately?” Jack piped up, having still not moved from the sofa.
“Not bad, just got remarried.”
“The old rogue.” Jack shook his head affectionately as Ianto stood and stared at him, mouth open in confusion.
“Are you telling me…No…forget it I don’t want to know.”
Jay wandered past the still shocked Ianto and into the kitchen, opened the fridge and leaned over to peer inside.
Ianto recovered himself and shut the front door and headed over to the breakfast bar that divided the kitchen from the lounge. Jack finally stood up and came to stand next to him.
Before Ianto could question Jay further she cocked her head to one side.
“What the hell is that?” she asked of an item in the fridge.
“It’s a turkey. Jack felt the need to buy the biggest he could find apparently.”
Jay’s head was now as far inside the fridge as she could get it.
“Hang on, that’s a…”
“Turkey.” said Jack firmly from behind her.
Jay shook her head and withdrew from the fridge, bringing a bottle of beer with her. Kicking the fridge shut with her heel she snapped the cap off the beer against the counter making Ianto wince. She hopped up so she was sitting on the counter and spun herself around so she was sitting facing Jack and Ianto, her feet dangling off the edge of the counter between them.
“So what’s been going on?”
“Forget that. Why are you here Jay?”
“Funny thing. Been on this planet a long time now. Am kinda getting to like your little customs.” She took a pull of her beer.
Jack grinned. “You didn’t want to spend Christmas on your own.”
Jay’s eyes flicked to one side. It was a movement that Ianto recognised; she did it when there was a question that she didn’t want to answer.
He decided to save her, just this once of course.
“Well I suppose if you’re here it gives me a second pair of eyes to catch Jack cheating at board games.”
“I don’t cheat.” Jack said
“You’re playing board games?” Jay asked incredulously at the same time.
Jack grinned again. “Apparently it’s tradition.”
“Don’t mock. You agreed.”
“Charades!” shouted Jack suddenly, “We’ve got enough for charades now!”
Ianto groaned and rolled his eyes. Jay considered the bottle in her hand.
“I’m gonna need something stronger than this.”
Ianto walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet muttering to himself, “I have a feeling I’m going to regret this.”
~*~*~*~
Jack stood in front of them while Jay and Ianto sat on the sofa, beers back in hands. He motioned with his hands.
“Song.” said Ianto.
Jack gestured some more.
“Four words.” Jay responded.
“One Night in Bangkok.” interrupted Ianto.
Jack’s face fell. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”
“Jack, you always do that one and we haven’t had nearly enough of those,” he pointed to the empty whiskey chaser tumblers on the table, “for you to do the actions to that one yet.”
Jack huffed and pulled Ianto out of his seat, taking his place and flopping down next to Jay.
“Fine. Your turn.”
~*~*~*~*~
“No Jay. I don’t care that you have the right piece. Professor Plum absolutely did not kill anyone, anywhere with a Klaxicon proton phaser. And just where did you get one that small from anyway?”
Jay studied the piece in her hand then looked back up at Ianto. “Do you really want to know?”
Ianto paused and considered it for a moment. “Probably not, no.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Jack and Jay had finally stopped giggling enough to be able to focus, they peered up at Ianto from their position in a heap on the floor. He glared down at them.
“Nothing about that was traditional. Left hand blue indeed.”
Jay and Jack lapsed into a new fit of giggles.
“I knew this was a bad idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“What I still don’t get,” pondered Jay in a break in the games, gesturing a bit too wildly with her beer bottle, “is the Christmas tree.”
“What you mean the way that it is perfectly and symmetrically decorated and colour coded?” Jack sniggered.
Jay laughed. “That. But why do humans feel the need to cut down a perfectly happy and healthy tree and stick it in a pot to die in your house? And for the sake of the goddesses, don’t say tradition.”
Ianto huffed. “Well it is tradition. It started with the pagans actually, who…”
“Oh god.” said Jack with an exaggerated sigh and throwing himself dramatically back on the sofa, “you’ve started him off now.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
The whiskey bottle sat empty and abandoned on the coffee table surrounded by many more beer bottles.
Jack and Ianto sat on the sofa trying to get over their latest bout of giggles while Jay knelt on the floor in front of them eyeing them both with a disgruntled look.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Jay, it looks like a three legged dog sitting on a pizza.” Jack countered.
“It does not. It’s clearly a Flunkarin mobiliser.” Jay protested.
“Interplanetary pictionary was a stupid idea anyway.” muttered Ianto.
“Alright, so what’s next?”
“It’s nearly midnight. It’s nearly Christmas Day.” Jack pointed out.
Ianto was studying Jay.
“You never did tell us. Why here? Why come and see us? Of all the people you must have met on Earth by now.”
Jay looked at him and paused.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.” he said softly.
Jay reached out and took hold of Ianto’s tie, which although loosened, was stubbornly still on.
“You, you beautiful boy. You made me fall so completely in love with you and you didn’t even know you were doing it. And you,” keeping hold of Ianto’s tie she reached out to grab Jack’s braces, tugging him closer. “You seduced me all those years ago, and I fell for it. I loved you then, and you did know exactly what you were doing.”
Jay sighed and looked both men in the eye in turn, breaking out into a broad smile.
“Where else could I possibly go?”
Ianto didn’t need to look at Jack to know what was right. Lifting a hand he cupped Jay’s face.
“Happy Christmas.” he whispered as he moved in to kiss her.
~*~*~*~*~
Jay woke early. Ianto lay next to her, face lax and peaceful in sleep. She smiled. Jack lay the other side of him, also still in a deep sleep. Surprising for him; that only happened when he was really relaxed.
She slipped quietly out of bed, gathering what of her clothes had made it this far and made to leave the bedroom.
“Oi. Don’t even think it.” Ianto’s accent was stronger than normal when he had just woken. Jay paused to look at him. His eyes were still shut and Jack’s arm was draped lazily over his waist.
“If I have to eat bloody alien turkey then I need all the moral support I can get. You’re staying. Now get back into bed, I’m getting cold.”
Jay smiled and gently dropped her clothes back to the floor. She crept quietly back to the bed and climbed in. She let herself be drawn in by Ianto's welcoming arms and pressed herself against his body, which was anything but cold.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto/Jay
Words: 1,565
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None
Summery: Ianto just wants to enjoy a traditional Christmas. But can you do that with two Time Agents around?
AN: A big happy Christmas to the lovely kausingkayn, my first friend in fanficdom, a fabulous writer and a wonderful cheerleader, especially when it comes to certain rogue Time Agents refusing to play the game. She asked for Ianto and Jack to have a fun, non angsty Christmas with my OC Jay Hunter. Jay appears in a series that hasn’t made it to LJ yet, but all you need to know is that she is a Time Agent from Jack’s past who has ended up working alongside the boys. This has no partic place in real canon and is outside the canon that Jay comes from so no spoilers for either.
Ianto sat slumped on the sofa, head tipped back, a bottle of beer held loosely in his hands. Jack was sat next to him, one hand fiddling idly with Ianto’s shirt buttons.
“Check it again.”
“I’ve already checked it six times.” complained Jack, returning his hand back to Ianto’s shirt after it had been slapped away.
“Well check it a seventh.”
With an exaggerated sigh Jack leant back and flipped open his wrist strap. He pressed a couple of buttons and consulted the screen.
“The rift monitor confirms that nothing is predicted for at least the rest of tonight and all of tomorrow.”
Ianto took a sip of his beer. “So we actually get Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off?”
“It looks like it.” Jack looked across at him. “You get the traditional Christmas you wanted Ianto.”
Ianto smiled up at the ceiling. “Board games and everything?”
Jack grinned back, “Board games and everything.”
“Brilliant.” Ianto lifted the bottle to his lips again just as a knock came on the door.
Ianto lifted his head to look at the door, then at Jack.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“No.”
“Then who’s that and how did they get through the main door down stairs?”
“You could open the door and find out.”
Ianto pulled at face at Jack, and putting his beer on the coffee table stood and walked to the door.
He looked through the peep hole and jerked his head back in surprise.
“It can’t be?”
Before he could move the lock clicked and the door was opened, pushing Ianto backwards.
“That explains the door downstairs.” Jack said dryly as Jay Hunter walked uninvited into the flat.
“Hello boys.” she said, with a grin that split her face.
“And that’s still not original.” Jack pointed out, earning a withering look from Jay.
“What are you doing here? It’s Christmas Eve.” Ianto stammered out. He stood stunned as Jay pushed her way into his flat as if she belonged there.
“Who were you expecting? Father Christmas?”
“Well no, but…”
“How is the old fella by the way? Heard from him lately?” Jack piped up, having still not moved from the sofa.
“Not bad, just got remarried.”
“The old rogue.” Jack shook his head affectionately as Ianto stood and stared at him, mouth open in confusion.
“Are you telling me…No…forget it I don’t want to know.”
Jay wandered past the still shocked Ianto and into the kitchen, opened the fridge and leaned over to peer inside.
Ianto recovered himself and shut the front door and headed over to the breakfast bar that divided the kitchen from the lounge. Jack finally stood up and came to stand next to him.
Before Ianto could question Jay further she cocked her head to one side.
“What the hell is that?” she asked of an item in the fridge.
“It’s a turkey. Jack felt the need to buy the biggest he could find apparently.”
Jay’s head was now as far inside the fridge as she could get it.
“Hang on, that’s a…”
“Turkey.” said Jack firmly from behind her.
Jay shook her head and withdrew from the fridge, bringing a bottle of beer with her. Kicking the fridge shut with her heel she snapped the cap off the beer against the counter making Ianto wince. She hopped up so she was sitting on the counter and spun herself around so she was sitting facing Jack and Ianto, her feet dangling off the edge of the counter between them.
“So what’s been going on?”
“Forget that. Why are you here Jay?”
“Funny thing. Been on this planet a long time now. Am kinda getting to like your little customs.” She took a pull of her beer.
Jack grinned. “You didn’t want to spend Christmas on your own.”
Jay’s eyes flicked to one side. It was a movement that Ianto recognised; she did it when there was a question that she didn’t want to answer.
He decided to save her, just this once of course.
“Well I suppose if you’re here it gives me a second pair of eyes to catch Jack cheating at board games.”
“I don’t cheat.” Jack said
“You’re playing board games?” Jay asked incredulously at the same time.
Jack grinned again. “Apparently it’s tradition.”
“Don’t mock. You agreed.”
“Charades!” shouted Jack suddenly, “We’ve got enough for charades now!”
Ianto groaned and rolled his eyes. Jay considered the bottle in her hand.
“I’m gonna need something stronger than this.”
Ianto walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet muttering to himself, “I have a feeling I’m going to regret this.”
~*~*~*~
Jack stood in front of them while Jay and Ianto sat on the sofa, beers back in hands. He motioned with his hands.
“Song.” said Ianto.
Jack gestured some more.
“Four words.” Jay responded.
“One Night in Bangkok.” interrupted Ianto.
Jack’s face fell. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”
“Jack, you always do that one and we haven’t had nearly enough of those,” he pointed to the empty whiskey chaser tumblers on the table, “for you to do the actions to that one yet.”
Jack huffed and pulled Ianto out of his seat, taking his place and flopping down next to Jay.
“Fine. Your turn.”
~*~*~*~*~
“No Jay. I don’t care that you have the right piece. Professor Plum absolutely did not kill anyone, anywhere with a Klaxicon proton phaser. And just where did you get one that small from anyway?”
Jay studied the piece in her hand then looked back up at Ianto. “Do you really want to know?”
Ianto paused and considered it for a moment. “Probably not, no.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Jack and Jay had finally stopped giggling enough to be able to focus, they peered up at Ianto from their position in a heap on the floor. He glared down at them.
“Nothing about that was traditional. Left hand blue indeed.”
Jay and Jack lapsed into a new fit of giggles.
“I knew this was a bad idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“What I still don’t get,” pondered Jay in a break in the games, gesturing a bit too wildly with her beer bottle, “is the Christmas tree.”
“What you mean the way that it is perfectly and symmetrically decorated and colour coded?” Jack sniggered.
Jay laughed. “That. But why do humans feel the need to cut down a perfectly happy and healthy tree and stick it in a pot to die in your house? And for the sake of the goddesses, don’t say tradition.”
Ianto huffed. “Well it is tradition. It started with the pagans actually, who…”
“Oh god.” said Jack with an exaggerated sigh and throwing himself dramatically back on the sofa, “you’ve started him off now.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
The whiskey bottle sat empty and abandoned on the coffee table surrounded by many more beer bottles.
Jack and Ianto sat on the sofa trying to get over their latest bout of giggles while Jay knelt on the floor in front of them eyeing them both with a disgruntled look.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Jay, it looks like a three legged dog sitting on a pizza.” Jack countered.
“It does not. It’s clearly a Flunkarin mobiliser.” Jay protested.
“Interplanetary pictionary was a stupid idea anyway.” muttered Ianto.
“Alright, so what’s next?”
“It’s nearly midnight. It’s nearly Christmas Day.” Jack pointed out.
Ianto was studying Jay.
“You never did tell us. Why here? Why come and see us? Of all the people you must have met on Earth by now.”
Jay looked at him and paused.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.” he said softly.
Jay reached out and took hold of Ianto’s tie, which although loosened, was stubbornly still on.
“You, you beautiful boy. You made me fall so completely in love with you and you didn’t even know you were doing it. And you,” keeping hold of Ianto’s tie she reached out to grab Jack’s braces, tugging him closer. “You seduced me all those years ago, and I fell for it. I loved you then, and you did know exactly what you were doing.”
Jay sighed and looked both men in the eye in turn, breaking out into a broad smile.
“Where else could I possibly go?”
Ianto didn’t need to look at Jack to know what was right. Lifting a hand he cupped Jay’s face.
“Happy Christmas.” he whispered as he moved in to kiss her.
~*~*~*~*~
Jay woke early. Ianto lay next to her, face lax and peaceful in sleep. She smiled. Jack lay the other side of him, also still in a deep sleep. Surprising for him; that only happened when he was really relaxed.
She slipped quietly out of bed, gathering what of her clothes had made it this far and made to leave the bedroom.
“Oi. Don’t even think it.” Ianto’s accent was stronger than normal when he had just woken. Jay paused to look at him. His eyes were still shut and Jack’s arm was draped lazily over his waist.
“If I have to eat bloody alien turkey then I need all the moral support I can get. You’re staying. Now get back into bed, I’m getting cold.”
Jay smiled and gently dropped her clothes back to the floor. She crept quietly back to the bed and climbed in. She let herself be drawn in by Ianto's welcoming arms and pressed herself against his body, which was anything but cold.