Fic: He Is Dashing (Torchwood Jack/Ianto PG)
Title: He Is Dashing
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Everything up to season 2 episode 8
Summary: Gwen corners Ianto in the archives about Jack.
Word Count: 972
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
"So... Ianto..." Gwen said as she siddled up beside the archivist as he was elbow deep in a filing cabinet. He merely turned his head and raised an eyebrow in question. "You and Jack...?" Ianto didn't respond. "Ianto?"
Ianto looked up. "Jack and I what?"
"W-well... When you go weevil hunting..."
Ianto sighed. "Gwen, we really do actually hunt weevils. Check the cells if you don't believe me," Ianto waved a hand frustratedly towards the cellblock to their right.
"Oh. So its not a euphemism for sex then?" She asked disappointedly.
Ianto frowned. "That's the most disturbing thought I've heard since Owen suggested a threesome with he, Tosh and myself while you and Jack were off saving the world." He stuffed a file into the drawer.
"Owen wasn't that bad," Gwen defended.
"You'd know," Ianto muttered, pulling out another file. "Is that all? Because unlike some people in this place, I actually have work to do. I'm sure if you're bored you can organise a game of basketball or play sudoku or god forbid do some of your own work for a change..."
"Well there's no need to be a prat, you know!" Gwen grumbled. "I was only asking."
Ianto sighed, closing the file on top of the open drawer and turned back. "Yes, but you ask about things that are none of your business, Gwen." Ianto bit his lip. "May I be frank?" Gwen nodded. "You want Jack." She opened her mouth to protest but Ianto shook his head. "Don't bother to deny it, you'll only look like a fool and insult my intelligence, neither of which is productive or becoming."
Gwen looked at the ground. "I can't help it. He's ... everything a girl dreams of."
Ianto smiled. "Yes, he does play the role of the dashing Prince Charming rushing in to save the day quite well, doesn't he?" She nodded. Ianto leaned back against the filing cabinets. "Smells good too, right? Makes your heart race?" She nodded, her eyes lighting up. He smile ruefully. "Pheromones." Gwen frowned. "Nevermind. Let's just say that Jack gives everyone that reaction, it's not limited to you."
"Oh," Gwen slumped disappointed against the cabinets beside Ianto. "And the flirting?"
"Also something he does with everyone."
"Everyone?" Gwen glanced over at Ianto and saw the sadness in his eyes before it disappeared.
"Everyone," he confirmed.
"I- Ianto I didn't realise," Gwen looked at him with her big round eyes.
Ianto looked down at his feet and shrugged. "He is what he is, Gwen. I can't change him, nor would I want to."
"But still, it must be hard, watching him flirt and chase everyone else when you're standing there behind him, waiting for him to come back to you?" Gwen asked. She shivered and bit her lip. "I don't think I could do it," she said softly.
Ianto chuckled sadly. "That's the thing about fantasies... the reality doesn't live up to the dream."
Gwen nodded and reached out to squeeze Ianto's arm. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Ianto smiled. "I made my bed, I'll gladly lie in it. Meanwhile, you, Ms Cooper, have a delightful man at home waiting for you."
Gwen grinned. "Yes, he is quite wonderful."
"And he did save your life," Ianto reminded her. She nodded. "One could even say he was a little bit dashing."
"Oi, you've got your own hero," Gwen laughed, knocking her shoulders against Ianto's.
"Mmm," Ianto mumbled non-commitally.
"You do, you know," Gwen said, pushing off the cabinets. "Jack, I mean. He might flirt and carry on, Ianto, but it's you he goes home to."
Ianto lifted his eyes and smiled tightly. "Yes. I know," he said with a nod. "Now, I really must get back to it."
Gwen nodded and made her way out of the archives. Ianto sighed and shoved the file back into the drawer.
"Just how much did you hear, Jack?" He asked, not moving.
Jack sauntered out of the shadows of the archives, having come in from the other entrance.
"Enough," he replied, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. "The dream doesn't live up to the reality?"
"Her's wouldn't, Sir," Ianto said patiently, continuing to work and trying hard to ignore the distraction that was Jack.
"What about yours?" Jack asked, pressing his lips to Ianto's suit jacket covered shoulder.
"I hold no fantasies over you Jack, you know that," Ianto replied, bored.
"What? Why not?" Jack jerked back, affronted.
Ianto sighed. "You know, I'm actually trying to work here, Jack."
"I can see that. I'm trying to distract you."
"You're not trying," Ianto muttered, reaching for another file and scanning the contents.
"You didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask one worth answering, now go and bother someone else and let me get on with this would you?" Ianto asked, swatting his boss over the head with a file.
Jack turned Ianto around by his hips. "Answer the question, and I'll let you get back to work."
Ianto frowned, then sighed. "What was the question?"
"Am I better in reality or fantasy?"
"I'm sure that wasn't the question, Jack," Ianto narrowed his eyes.
"It is now," he smirked.
"Fine. Fantasy. Because in my dreams, you let me finish my work," Ianto retorted, and Jack leaned forward and kissed him hard and deep.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked, pulling back for a second.
"Okay, okay, reality, reality," Ianto panted, resting his head against Jack's shoulder. Jack rubbed his hand up and down Ianto's shoulder.
"Your secret is safe with me," he whispered, kissing Ianto's head. "I'll let you get back to work. Dinner tonight?"
Ianto stood back and straightened himself up. "Yes, of course."
"Meet me upstairs at 7. I'll make reservations."
Ianto smiled as Jack sauntered out. He really did land the dashing Prince Charming.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Everything up to season 2 episode 8
Summary: Gwen corners Ianto in the archives about Jack.
Word Count: 972
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
"So... Ianto..." Gwen said as she siddled up beside the archivist as he was elbow deep in a filing cabinet. He merely turned his head and raised an eyebrow in question. "You and Jack...?" Ianto didn't respond. "Ianto?"
Ianto looked up. "Jack and I what?"
"W-well... When you go weevil hunting..."
Ianto sighed. "Gwen, we really do actually hunt weevils. Check the cells if you don't believe me," Ianto waved a hand frustratedly towards the cellblock to their right.
"Oh. So its not a euphemism for sex then?" She asked disappointedly.
Ianto frowned. "That's the most disturbing thought I've heard since Owen suggested a threesome with he, Tosh and myself while you and Jack were off saving the world." He stuffed a file into the drawer.
"Owen wasn't that bad," Gwen defended.
"You'd know," Ianto muttered, pulling out another file. "Is that all? Because unlike some people in this place, I actually have work to do. I'm sure if you're bored you can organise a game of basketball or play sudoku or god forbid do some of your own work for a change..."
"Well there's no need to be a prat, you know!" Gwen grumbled. "I was only asking."
Ianto sighed, closing the file on top of the open drawer and turned back. "Yes, but you ask about things that are none of your business, Gwen." Ianto bit his lip. "May I be frank?" Gwen nodded. "You want Jack." She opened her mouth to protest but Ianto shook his head. "Don't bother to deny it, you'll only look like a fool and insult my intelligence, neither of which is productive or becoming."
Gwen looked at the ground. "I can't help it. He's ... everything a girl dreams of."
Ianto smiled. "Yes, he does play the role of the dashing Prince Charming rushing in to save the day quite well, doesn't he?" She nodded. Ianto leaned back against the filing cabinets. "Smells good too, right? Makes your heart race?" She nodded, her eyes lighting up. He smile ruefully. "Pheromones." Gwen frowned. "Nevermind. Let's just say that Jack gives everyone that reaction, it's not limited to you."
"Oh," Gwen slumped disappointed against the cabinets beside Ianto. "And the flirting?"
"Also something he does with everyone."
"Everyone?" Gwen glanced over at Ianto and saw the sadness in his eyes before it disappeared.
"Everyone," he confirmed.
"I- Ianto I didn't realise," Gwen looked at him with her big round eyes.
Ianto looked down at his feet and shrugged. "He is what he is, Gwen. I can't change him, nor would I want to."
"But still, it must be hard, watching him flirt and chase everyone else when you're standing there behind him, waiting for him to come back to you?" Gwen asked. She shivered and bit her lip. "I don't think I could do it," she said softly.
Ianto chuckled sadly. "That's the thing about fantasies... the reality doesn't live up to the dream."
Gwen nodded and reached out to squeeze Ianto's arm. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Ianto smiled. "I made my bed, I'll gladly lie in it. Meanwhile, you, Ms Cooper, have a delightful man at home waiting for you."
Gwen grinned. "Yes, he is quite wonderful."
"And he did save your life," Ianto reminded her. She nodded. "One could even say he was a little bit dashing."
"Oi, you've got your own hero," Gwen laughed, knocking her shoulders against Ianto's.
"Mmm," Ianto mumbled non-commitally.
"You do, you know," Gwen said, pushing off the cabinets. "Jack, I mean. He might flirt and carry on, Ianto, but it's you he goes home to."
Ianto lifted his eyes and smiled tightly. "Yes. I know," he said with a nod. "Now, I really must get back to it."
Gwen nodded and made her way out of the archives. Ianto sighed and shoved the file back into the drawer.
"Just how much did you hear, Jack?" He asked, not moving.
Jack sauntered out of the shadows of the archives, having come in from the other entrance.
"Enough," he replied, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. "The dream doesn't live up to the reality?"
"Her's wouldn't, Sir," Ianto said patiently, continuing to work and trying hard to ignore the distraction that was Jack.
"What about yours?" Jack asked, pressing his lips to Ianto's suit jacket covered shoulder.
"I hold no fantasies over you Jack, you know that," Ianto replied, bored.
"What? Why not?" Jack jerked back, affronted.
Ianto sighed. "You know, I'm actually trying to work here, Jack."
"I can see that. I'm trying to distract you."
"You're not trying," Ianto muttered, reaching for another file and scanning the contents.
"You didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask one worth answering, now go and bother someone else and let me get on with this would you?" Ianto asked, swatting his boss over the head with a file.
Jack turned Ianto around by his hips. "Answer the question, and I'll let you get back to work."
Ianto frowned, then sighed. "What was the question?"
"Am I better in reality or fantasy?"
"I'm sure that wasn't the question, Jack," Ianto narrowed his eyes.
"It is now," he smirked.
"Fine. Fantasy. Because in my dreams, you let me finish my work," Ianto retorted, and Jack leaned forward and kissed him hard and deep.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked, pulling back for a second.
"Okay, okay, reality, reality," Ianto panted, resting his head against Jack's shoulder. Jack rubbed his hand up and down Ianto's shoulder.
"Your secret is safe with me," he whispered, kissing Ianto's head. "I'll let you get back to work. Dinner tonight?"
Ianto stood back and straightened himself up. "Yes, of course."
"Meet me upstairs at 7. I'll make reservations."
Ianto smiled as Jack sauntered out. He really did land the dashing Prince Charming.