Clash of the Titans - Thetis' Revenge - 1/5 + Epilogue
Title: Clash of the Titans - Thetis’ Revenge
Written for: reel_torchwood
Author: moonfirefic
Beta: The fabulous Milady_Dragon
Prompt: Clash of the Titans - 1981 Torchwood Style
Characters: Ianto/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen, John Hart, Rose Tyler, Mary, Yvonne Hartman, Lois Habiba, Gods of Olympus, Others
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 16,750
Disclaimer: I do not own Clash of the Titans, nor do I own Torchwood.
Synopsis: After a chance encounter with famous director Yvonne Hartman, designer Toshiko Sato lands her dream job as the head of costuming for her latest film; an adaptation of the classic movie, Clash of the Titans. As she befriends the enigmatic man who’s been cast as the lead, a new romance blossoms, strange things start to happen, and she finds herself caught up in the ancient story of two star-crossed lovers.
A/N: I played a bit with Greek mythology here to suit the story, and fit a bit more with the Torchwood characters.
For Toshiko Sato, it all started with a glass of champagne.
For the Gods of Olympus, the Fates had foretold what was to happen and Tosh's part in it, several millenia before she was born.
Chapter One
Felicity Chaswell, the latest in a string of stars and starlets besotted with Hollywood heartthrob Jack Harkness, had been dating him for just over a month when she was politely dumped via voicemail two days before the premiere of his latest film, Wings over Tokyo. Determined to make him rethink his decision to cool their romance, she showed up to the premiere dressed to the nines, and to her credit maintained her calm façade, even when faced with her ex showing up with his co-star, acting legend Sarah Jane Smith on his arm. At the after-party Felicity proceeded to down glass after glass of champagne until a simple peck on Jack’s cheek from Sarah Jane sent her over the edge. Determined to expose her ex as the cad he now appeared to be, she made a beeline for his table, managing to trip over her dress in the process and launch a tray of drinks into the air. As cameras flashed around her, Felicity staggered to her feet and found the irate face of Oscar-nominated Director Yvonne Hartman glaring back at her as champagne dripped from her ruined chiffon gown.
While Felicity was escorted out of the building, Yvonne retreated to the bathroom, stripping down to her knickers in a vain attempt at salvaging her gown by holding it under the hand dryer.
Toshiko Sato, wardrobe assistant on the film, and recent graduate of Central Saint Martin’s College of Art & Design, happened to be in the bathroom at the same time. In a moment of what she would later decide was righteous inspiration, she had cringed at the much-maligned fabric and, pulling her trusty travel sewing kit from her bag, offered to fix the gown while Yvonne waited on a nearby chaise.
Twenty minutes and some creative stitching later, the sodden mess was stripped down, shortened, re-draped and re-structured into a gown every bit as fetching, if not more so, than it had been before its ill-fated run-in with Ms. Chaswell.
“This is marvelous work,” Yvonne observed, admiring her profile in the mirror as Tosh packed away her things. “Do you have a card?”
Tosh blinked and reached into her bag to pull out the red lacquered card case that she had gotten from her mother last Christmas. She had printed the cards months ago, and was still agonizing over whether the stylized image of the origami-esque dress she had made as her senior project was professional enough for her cards. Deciding that Yvonne would probably never call her anyway, Tosh handed over her the card, and watched as Yvonne slipped it inside of her clutch without even looking at it.
One more glance in the mirror and a swift word of thanks later, Yvonne was gone and Tosh sighed in disappointment. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that next time, she would be more outspoken and promote herself better.
Two weeks later, Yvonne called and asked her to be the lead costume designer on her next film, a gender-bending, modernized take on Clash of the Titans.
The following month had passed in a blur of meetings, coffee, fittings, and press releases. The fact that two men had been cast as the leads was creating a lot of buzz, and the high profile status of stars such as Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Rose Tyler, John Hart, and Rhys Williams, had the paparazzi in a frenzy to get any scoop possible on the stars and the closed film set. As she sipped her morning coffee and glanced at The Daily Mail, Tosh snickered at some of the conjecture and innuendos about the actors, especially the speculation about the love life of the relative unknown playing Perseus; a Welshman by the name of Ianto Jones.
“Did you see the latest?” asked Mary, the Head Makeup Artist, as she came in with a copy of The Sun under her arm. “Apparently Cooper made an offhand comment about the size of Jones’ sandals, and now there is a whole section dedicated to a fuzzy shot of him in costume on break with his sandal-clad feet resting on the railing,” she added thrusting the paper at Tosh as she dropped the rest of her things on a nearby chair.
Tosh had come to enjoy Mary’s company on set. While most of the design staff treated the actors with reverence, Mary’s sarcastic wit and tell-it-like-it-was attitude was a welcome distraction from some of the more diva-like behavior of their cast. In another life, she might even have asked Mary out for a drink. Tosh looked at the short plaid kilt, pink tights, and black lace-up boots Mary was wearing and wondered not for the first time if she should rethink her ‘don’t date co-workers policy.’
Her decision to toe the line was reaffirmed a moment later when their special effects lead, “Doctor” Owen Harper walked through with the headdress for the Medusa test scene to be shot later that week.
“Morning hot stuff,” he said as he brushed past Mary. “Sato,” he added as an afterthought as he deposited the headdress on the prep table. “What are you two birds yapping about this morning?” he asked stealing a swig from Tosh’s coffee. “Did Prince Harry get caught playing tit hockey with some chit in a nightclub again?”
Tosh rolled her eyes as Mary tossed one of the gossip rags at Owen and went to get a coffee.
“So our Mr. Jones apparently has a lot to offer the ladies, does he?” Owen snarked as he skimmed the article. “Too bad he only has eyes for Harkness then, isn’t it?” he added throwing a wink at Tosh before he tossed the paper back down on the counter and went back over to the prep table to examine the rest of the costume pieces for the day. “Cooper’s been tossing the tail about again hasn’t she?” he asked grimly as he held up the much-maligned part of her costume.
Tosh nodded. “She keeps saying that she only took the role for two reasons; to get close to Jack Harkness, and because ‘sexy-ugly always means BAFTA’,” she replied shaking her head.
“Sexy?” Owen snickered. “She actually thinks playing Callina, Queen of the Swamp, is going to win her an award?”
“Apparently,” she replied with a smirk. “She has it on good authority that Jack thinks her horns are sex-ay.”
“Oh he does!” replied a voice as Gwen Cooper herself breezed into the room. “Something about how exotic looks turn him on,” she added with a gap toothed grin as she set down her purse and latte to push up her sunglasses. “I got here early so that there was plenty of time to make me up and get that proper ‘sexy-ugly’ look for my big scene with Jack today.”
Tosh and Owen shared a knowing look as Cooper made her way over to the changing room to don the green and brown peplos-style gown embroidered with copper leaves that shone in the dim light as she moved. Once she was dressed, Mary started on the horns that would adorn her forehead, while Tosh adjusted the drape of the dress to accommodate her rather prominent tail that Owen was diligently trying to fix nearby.
After they had finished, she was brought over to the makeup chair to add her golden dragon’s eye contacts and the rest of her makeup. By then several other cast members had arrived and Mary’s team went to work on them while Tosh and her assistants set about dressing the rest of the cast and extras for the marshland scenes to be shot that morning.
By the time Owen managed to get the tail working and attached it under Gwen’s dress, Yvonne’s assistant Lois was calling for everyone to get on set.
Several of the extras playing Callina’s subjects were loitering about and Tosh sighed as she took in the carnage littering her once-clean workspace and bent down to gather up the pile of togas that Harkness had discarded as he chose from the selection she had prepared for today’s shoot.
“Maybe this will help?” said a male voice and Tosh looked up to find Ianto Jones staring down at her and holding out a mug of coffee.
Tosh straightened up and took the proffered mug with a smile. Ianto had made a round of coffee for the crew the first week of filming and had instantly won them over. Being one of the leads meant that he had only had one or two opportunities to do so since, and it was seen as a most sincere compliment if he shared any of his private stash with someone else.
“Thanks,” Tosh said with a smile as he gathered up the togas for her and hung them back up with ease.
Unlike Harkness, who had been a bit of a diva and insisted on the blue toga being given gold trim before he would wear it, Jones had looked over the selection she’d provided and asked Tosh which one she thought suited him and the scene best. Tosh had blushed at his trust in her, and chose a burgundy toga that would blend believably into the marshland set, but still be a striking contrast to Cooper’s costume.
“How are the hair extensions holding up?” Tosh asked, trying to stick to safe topics.
“Haven’t had hair this long in ages,” he replied with a grin. “My mates found it a right laugh when they saw it.”
Tosh smiled back at him. She had been worried when she met him that all the hype surrounding the film would ruin his boyish charm and easy-going attitude, but other than the hair extensions and a well-placed tan, he was just as fresh-faced and charming as the first day she’d met him.
“Mr. Jones?” Lois called out as she rushed into the room. “They’ve had a few delays with Cooper’s tail. Can you come to the set a bit early so that we can get your scenes in?”
Ianto nodded and turned to Tosh. “Duty calls,” he said with a wink as he gathered up the sword and helmet that completed his costume and followed her out the door.
Tosh made a point of not staring at his sandal-clad feet as he left. After all she had cut and draped his toga herself, and she didn’t need a pair of dusty sandals to tell her that anyone who had the pleasure of being with Ianto Jones would be very happy indeed.
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“Come on, Jack,” said an exasperated Yvonne Hartman. “Andronikos is supposed to be sitting next to the woman he loved, who has been turned into a monster and still craves his affection,” she explained. “I want to see the conflict, the loathing and the heartbreak of the love you lost, not you sighing like an adolescent schoolgirl on a bad date.”
Jack frowned and looked over at where Gwen was clutching his arm as she grinned up at him.
“Maybe if you pretend that we’re in love it would be easier,” she said huskily as she batted her eyelashes.
Jack looked over her shoulder to where his co-star Ianto waited in the wings, his broad shoulders shaking with laughter at Gwen’s shameless attempts at flirting with him. Jack had been trying unsuccessfully to convince the man to go out for drinks with him since they met, but other than a group outing with the cast at a local pub, thus far he had declined. Maybe if he saw that there was some competition, the Welshman would come around and give him a chance.
“Good idea Gwen,” Jack answered her with a seductive smile. “Even with all that getup you’re still gorgeous. How could I resist?” he added laying on the charm.
“Alright keep looking at her like that,” ordered Hartman. “Once more ladies and gentleman. From the top.”
Two takes later, Hartman was satisfied and moved the action over to the fight scene between Perseus and Callina in the swamp. As Gwen and Ianto went through the blocking to ensure that they made the fight as realistic as possible, Jack watched them from the sidelines, his eyes drawn to Ianto’s well-muscled chest and shapely long legs as he went through the moves with a precision that made it look effortless. Gwen, less graceful due to her dress and elongated nails, was struggling with the animatronic tail attached to the back of her dress and started to lose her balance. Before she fell, Ianto swooped in and caught her with ease, setting her back on her feet so that they could begin again.
“He’s really something isn’t he?” said Rose as she joined him. Rose Tyler, who was due on the Mount Olympus throne room stage for the afternoon shoot, had arrived early so that Tosh had time for a re-fitting of her costume before the hair department went to work on the elaborate coif of curls she was to wear as Aphrodite.
“Mmhmm,” Jack replied non-committally.
“He turned you down again didn’t he?” Rose asked with a grin.
“Other than running lines and a polite smile on set, I’ve barely spoken to him,” he answered crestfallen.
“Come on Jack,” she scolded fondly. “You’ve been playing up the playboy angle for years now. Why are you so surprised that he has no idea that you are looking for more than a one night stand?” she asked.
When he didn’t answer, she pressed on. “He may not even know that you’re ready to settle down and would prefer it to be a man,” she added quietly. “You’ve made a point of keeping it out of the press, but times are changing, and maybe it’s time you brought it out into the open that while you enjoy a lovely girl or two, that blokes are more your style?”
“You know what happened when Hart did that,” Jack answered with a frown gesturing to where a haggard looking John Hart was making his way over to the costume department. “He had to beg for his part in this, and Yvonne only cast him as a publicity stunt.”
“Hart’s a prat,” Rose replied with a sniff. “He’ll screw anything with two legs, and if the stories are true, some with four as well,” she added with a shudder. “Just be yourself Jack, and he’ll come around.”
Jack nodded hoping she was right.
“Well, now that I’ve done my agony aunt bit for the day, I’m off to get my love-goddess on,” she said with a smile. “Oh! I almost forgot. Are you free tonight? Doc wanted me to ask you to join us for dinner.” she said as an afterthought as she turned to go.
“Love to,” Jack replied with a smile. “Thanks Rosey.”
“Anytime,” she replied leaning up to kiss his cheek.
Jack smiled as she left and turned his attention back to where Ianto had deftly dodged Gwen’s blade before spinning around to re-engage her and make the final blow that would end the fight.
Yvonne called cut and a panting Ianto turned in his direction, his impossibly blue eyes going wide as he realized that Jack had been watching him.
As he quickly turned away, Jack decided that maybe Rose was right, and it was time to make a change.
Chapter TwoThis entry was originally posted at http://moonfirefic.dreamwidth.org/42582.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Written for: reel_torchwood
Author: moonfirefic
Beta: The fabulous Milady_Dragon
Prompt: Clash of the Titans - 1981 Torchwood Style
Characters: Ianto/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Owen, John Hart, Rose Tyler, Mary, Yvonne Hartman, Lois Habiba, Gods of Olympus, Others
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 16,750
Disclaimer: I do not own Clash of the Titans, nor do I own Torchwood.
Synopsis: After a chance encounter with famous director Yvonne Hartman, designer Toshiko Sato lands her dream job as the head of costuming for her latest film; an adaptation of the classic movie, Clash of the Titans. As she befriends the enigmatic man who’s been cast as the lead, a new romance blossoms, strange things start to happen, and she finds herself caught up in the ancient story of two star-crossed lovers.
A/N: I played a bit with Greek mythology here to suit the story, and fit a bit more with the Torchwood characters.
For Toshiko Sato, it all started with a glass of champagne.
For the Gods of Olympus, the Fates had foretold what was to happen and Tosh's part in it, several millenia before she was born.
Chapter One
Felicity Chaswell, the latest in a string of stars and starlets besotted with Hollywood heartthrob Jack Harkness, had been dating him for just over a month when she was politely dumped via voicemail two days before the premiere of his latest film, Wings over Tokyo. Determined to make him rethink his decision to cool their romance, she showed up to the premiere dressed to the nines, and to her credit maintained her calm façade, even when faced with her ex showing up with his co-star, acting legend Sarah Jane Smith on his arm. At the after-party Felicity proceeded to down glass after glass of champagne until a simple peck on Jack’s cheek from Sarah Jane sent her over the edge. Determined to expose her ex as the cad he now appeared to be, she made a beeline for his table, managing to trip over her dress in the process and launch a tray of drinks into the air. As cameras flashed around her, Felicity staggered to her feet and found the irate face of Oscar-nominated Director Yvonne Hartman glaring back at her as champagne dripped from her ruined chiffon gown.
While Felicity was escorted out of the building, Yvonne retreated to the bathroom, stripping down to her knickers in a vain attempt at salvaging her gown by holding it under the hand dryer.
Toshiko Sato, wardrobe assistant on the film, and recent graduate of Central Saint Martin’s College of Art & Design, happened to be in the bathroom at the same time. In a moment of what she would later decide was righteous inspiration, she had cringed at the much-maligned fabric and, pulling her trusty travel sewing kit from her bag, offered to fix the gown while Yvonne waited on a nearby chaise.
Twenty minutes and some creative stitching later, the sodden mess was stripped down, shortened, re-draped and re-structured into a gown every bit as fetching, if not more so, than it had been before its ill-fated run-in with Ms. Chaswell.
“This is marvelous work,” Yvonne observed, admiring her profile in the mirror as Tosh packed away her things. “Do you have a card?”
Tosh blinked and reached into her bag to pull out the red lacquered card case that she had gotten from her mother last Christmas. She had printed the cards months ago, and was still agonizing over whether the stylized image of the origami-esque dress she had made as her senior project was professional enough for her cards. Deciding that Yvonne would probably never call her anyway, Tosh handed over her the card, and watched as Yvonne slipped it inside of her clutch without even looking at it.
One more glance in the mirror and a swift word of thanks later, Yvonne was gone and Tosh sighed in disappointment. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that next time, she would be more outspoken and promote herself better.
Two weeks later, Yvonne called and asked her to be the lead costume designer on her next film, a gender-bending, modernized take on Clash of the Titans.
The following month had passed in a blur of meetings, coffee, fittings, and press releases. The fact that two men had been cast as the leads was creating a lot of buzz, and the high profile status of stars such as Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Rose Tyler, John Hart, and Rhys Williams, had the paparazzi in a frenzy to get any scoop possible on the stars and the closed film set. As she sipped her morning coffee and glanced at The Daily Mail, Tosh snickered at some of the conjecture and innuendos about the actors, especially the speculation about the love life of the relative unknown playing Perseus; a Welshman by the name of Ianto Jones.
“Did you see the latest?” asked Mary, the Head Makeup Artist, as she came in with a copy of The Sun under her arm. “Apparently Cooper made an offhand comment about the size of Jones’ sandals, and now there is a whole section dedicated to a fuzzy shot of him in costume on break with his sandal-clad feet resting on the railing,” she added thrusting the paper at Tosh as she dropped the rest of her things on a nearby chair.
Tosh had come to enjoy Mary’s company on set. While most of the design staff treated the actors with reverence, Mary’s sarcastic wit and tell-it-like-it-was attitude was a welcome distraction from some of the more diva-like behavior of their cast. In another life, she might even have asked Mary out for a drink. Tosh looked at the short plaid kilt, pink tights, and black lace-up boots Mary was wearing and wondered not for the first time if she should rethink her ‘don’t date co-workers policy.’
Her decision to toe the line was reaffirmed a moment later when their special effects lead, “Doctor” Owen Harper walked through with the headdress for the Medusa test scene to be shot later that week.
“Morning hot stuff,” he said as he brushed past Mary. “Sato,” he added as an afterthought as he deposited the headdress on the prep table. “What are you two birds yapping about this morning?” he asked stealing a swig from Tosh’s coffee. “Did Prince Harry get caught playing tit hockey with some chit in a nightclub again?”
Tosh rolled her eyes as Mary tossed one of the gossip rags at Owen and went to get a coffee.
“So our Mr. Jones apparently has a lot to offer the ladies, does he?” Owen snarked as he skimmed the article. “Too bad he only has eyes for Harkness then, isn’t it?” he added throwing a wink at Tosh before he tossed the paper back down on the counter and went back over to the prep table to examine the rest of the costume pieces for the day. “Cooper’s been tossing the tail about again hasn’t she?” he asked grimly as he held up the much-maligned part of her costume.
Tosh nodded. “She keeps saying that she only took the role for two reasons; to get close to Jack Harkness, and because ‘sexy-ugly always means BAFTA’,” she replied shaking her head.
“Sexy?” Owen snickered. “She actually thinks playing Callina, Queen of the Swamp, is going to win her an award?”
“Apparently,” she replied with a smirk. “She has it on good authority that Jack thinks her horns are sex-ay.”
“Oh he does!” replied a voice as Gwen Cooper herself breezed into the room. “Something about how exotic looks turn him on,” she added with a gap toothed grin as she set down her purse and latte to push up her sunglasses. “I got here early so that there was plenty of time to make me up and get that proper ‘sexy-ugly’ look for my big scene with Jack today.”
Tosh and Owen shared a knowing look as Cooper made her way over to the changing room to don the green and brown peplos-style gown embroidered with copper leaves that shone in the dim light as she moved. Once she was dressed, Mary started on the horns that would adorn her forehead, while Tosh adjusted the drape of the dress to accommodate her rather prominent tail that Owen was diligently trying to fix nearby.
After they had finished, she was brought over to the makeup chair to add her golden dragon’s eye contacts and the rest of her makeup. By then several other cast members had arrived and Mary’s team went to work on them while Tosh and her assistants set about dressing the rest of the cast and extras for the marshland scenes to be shot that morning.
By the time Owen managed to get the tail working and attached it under Gwen’s dress, Yvonne’s assistant Lois was calling for everyone to get on set.
Several of the extras playing Callina’s subjects were loitering about and Tosh sighed as she took in the carnage littering her once-clean workspace and bent down to gather up the pile of togas that Harkness had discarded as he chose from the selection she had prepared for today’s shoot.
“Maybe this will help?” said a male voice and Tosh looked up to find Ianto Jones staring down at her and holding out a mug of coffee.
Tosh straightened up and took the proffered mug with a smile. Ianto had made a round of coffee for the crew the first week of filming and had instantly won them over. Being one of the leads meant that he had only had one or two opportunities to do so since, and it was seen as a most sincere compliment if he shared any of his private stash with someone else.
“Thanks,” Tosh said with a smile as he gathered up the togas for her and hung them back up with ease.
Unlike Harkness, who had been a bit of a diva and insisted on the blue toga being given gold trim before he would wear it, Jones had looked over the selection she’d provided and asked Tosh which one she thought suited him and the scene best. Tosh had blushed at his trust in her, and chose a burgundy toga that would blend believably into the marshland set, but still be a striking contrast to Cooper’s costume.
“How are the hair extensions holding up?” Tosh asked, trying to stick to safe topics.
“Haven’t had hair this long in ages,” he replied with a grin. “My mates found it a right laugh when they saw it.”
Tosh smiled back at him. She had been worried when she met him that all the hype surrounding the film would ruin his boyish charm and easy-going attitude, but other than the hair extensions and a well-placed tan, he was just as fresh-faced and charming as the first day she’d met him.
“Mr. Jones?” Lois called out as she rushed into the room. “They’ve had a few delays with Cooper’s tail. Can you come to the set a bit early so that we can get your scenes in?”
Ianto nodded and turned to Tosh. “Duty calls,” he said with a wink as he gathered up the sword and helmet that completed his costume and followed her out the door.
Tosh made a point of not staring at his sandal-clad feet as he left. After all she had cut and draped his toga herself, and she didn’t need a pair of dusty sandals to tell her that anyone who had the pleasure of being with Ianto Jones would be very happy indeed.
~~~~~~~~
“Come on, Jack,” said an exasperated Yvonne Hartman. “Andronikos is supposed to be sitting next to the woman he loved, who has been turned into a monster and still craves his affection,” she explained. “I want to see the conflict, the loathing and the heartbreak of the love you lost, not you sighing like an adolescent schoolgirl on a bad date.”
Jack frowned and looked over at where Gwen was clutching his arm as she grinned up at him.
“Maybe if you pretend that we’re in love it would be easier,” she said huskily as she batted her eyelashes.
Jack looked over her shoulder to where his co-star Ianto waited in the wings, his broad shoulders shaking with laughter at Gwen’s shameless attempts at flirting with him. Jack had been trying unsuccessfully to convince the man to go out for drinks with him since they met, but other than a group outing with the cast at a local pub, thus far he had declined. Maybe if he saw that there was some competition, the Welshman would come around and give him a chance.
“Good idea Gwen,” Jack answered her with a seductive smile. “Even with all that getup you’re still gorgeous. How could I resist?” he added laying on the charm.
“Alright keep looking at her like that,” ordered Hartman. “Once more ladies and gentleman. From the top.”
Two takes later, Hartman was satisfied and moved the action over to the fight scene between Perseus and Callina in the swamp. As Gwen and Ianto went through the blocking to ensure that they made the fight as realistic as possible, Jack watched them from the sidelines, his eyes drawn to Ianto’s well-muscled chest and shapely long legs as he went through the moves with a precision that made it look effortless. Gwen, less graceful due to her dress and elongated nails, was struggling with the animatronic tail attached to the back of her dress and started to lose her balance. Before she fell, Ianto swooped in and caught her with ease, setting her back on her feet so that they could begin again.
“He’s really something isn’t he?” said Rose as she joined him. Rose Tyler, who was due on the Mount Olympus throne room stage for the afternoon shoot, had arrived early so that Tosh had time for a re-fitting of her costume before the hair department went to work on the elaborate coif of curls she was to wear as Aphrodite.
“Mmhmm,” Jack replied non-committally.
“He turned you down again didn’t he?” Rose asked with a grin.
“Other than running lines and a polite smile on set, I’ve barely spoken to him,” he answered crestfallen.
“Come on Jack,” she scolded fondly. “You’ve been playing up the playboy angle for years now. Why are you so surprised that he has no idea that you are looking for more than a one night stand?” she asked.
When he didn’t answer, she pressed on. “He may not even know that you’re ready to settle down and would prefer it to be a man,” she added quietly. “You’ve made a point of keeping it out of the press, but times are changing, and maybe it’s time you brought it out into the open that while you enjoy a lovely girl or two, that blokes are more your style?”
“You know what happened when Hart did that,” Jack answered with a frown gesturing to where a haggard looking John Hart was making his way over to the costume department. “He had to beg for his part in this, and Yvonne only cast him as a publicity stunt.”
“Hart’s a prat,” Rose replied with a sniff. “He’ll screw anything with two legs, and if the stories are true, some with four as well,” she added with a shudder. “Just be yourself Jack, and he’ll come around.”
Jack nodded hoping she was right.
“Well, now that I’ve done my agony aunt bit for the day, I’m off to get my love-goddess on,” she said with a smile. “Oh! I almost forgot. Are you free tonight? Doc wanted me to ask you to join us for dinner.” she said as an afterthought as she turned to go.
“Love to,” Jack replied with a smile. “Thanks Rosey.”
“Anytime,” she replied leaning up to kiss his cheek.
Jack smiled as she left and turned his attention back to where Ianto had deftly dodged Gwen’s blade before spinning around to re-engage her and make the final blow that would end the fight.
Yvonne called cut and a panting Ianto turned in his direction, his impossibly blue eyes going wide as he realized that Jack had been watching him.
As he quickly turned away, Jack decided that maybe Rose was right, and it was time to make a change.
Chapter TwoThis entry was originally posted at http://moonfirefic.dreamwidth.org/42582.html. Please comment there using OpenID.