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invisible_lift) wrote2009-12-05 07:49 pm
invisible_lift) wrote2009-12-05 07:49 pm
"The Power Of..."
Title: "The Power Of..."
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.
Rating: Mostly Harmless
Notes/Summary: Set more or less in early S2. I'd blame Weaselett for this, but she's on to me.
Stress does strange things to a man.
Ianto hangs his suit jacket up in the corner of his work area before undoing his tie. The silk comes free easily, which makes him feel weirdly ticklish. If someone walks in now…
But no. Toshiko’s gone home, Jack and Owen will be in the field for another couple of hours yet, and Gwen is off trying to have a free night with Rhys. It’s just him. He unbuttons his collar and rolls up his sleeves, then checks his pockets to ensure he’s got the final component.
It’s there. He lets out a little breath of relief.
All that’s left is to divert the CCTV feed to the medbay, which he does from his own workstation. As long as nothing is out of place when he’s finished, it’s unlikely anyone will notice. He doesn’t like to think of what might happen if it twigged for the others what he’s about to do. Just the thought of all that unwanted attention makes him wince. He checks his watch one last time before he descends the steps.
He brings a tiny paper cup of liquid out of a cupboard and sets it out on the counter. With the last of his tools in place, he dons his apron and gloves. Everything is ready.
“Hi, I’m Ianto Jones,” he announces to the tiled pit, just a little louder than necessary. “And I’m here to show you how Cillit Bang takes down even a Torchwood-sized mess.”
With more than the usual gusto, he picks up the purple bottle and squirts a bit of liquid out onto Owen’s exam table. “Cillit Bang cuts through extra-terrestrial ichor with the stroke of a sponge,” he calls out as he wipes it clean. “Just look at that shine!”
“Ground-in autopsy grime?” He crouches down and scrubs at a dark spot near his feet. “Cillit Bang removes weevil blood from tile ten times faster than the competition!"
Ianto turns toward Owen’s sink. He’s prepared it a couple of hours in advance just for this moment. “Sluggish drains? Cillit Bang clears away even the most stubborn biological agents no matter what their dimension of origin! Metals, ceramic, all kinds of surfaces! And of course –” The gloves come off and he reaches into his pocket for the penny. “Cillit Bang makes even this old penny shine in seconds, and it does it all with the power of –“
“Bang!”
Startled, Ianto spins around and goes crashing into an empty tool tray. Up above, watching him from the railing, Toshiko covers her mouth and giggles at him as he straightens his apron and tries to regain composure.
“I, er…I thought you’d gone home already,” he says as he drops the penny-test cup into the bin.
Toshiko, smiling, comes down to join him. “I did, but I came back because I had an idea about the time lock program. I thought I heard something and then here you were. I had no idea you were a Barry Scott fan.”
“I’m not!” Ianto says, then regrets it because he sounds like he’s denying it. Except that he is denying it. Except... He sighs. “Look, if it’s not too much trouble…”
“Don’t tell the others?”
“Right.”
“No problem,” Toshiko replies. She bends down to pick up the penny, and then hands it to him. “If it makes you feel any better, it does look really nice down here.”
“Thanks.” He puts the coin back in his pocket and buttons up his collar. “Do you need some tea? Coffee? A biscuit?”
She raises her eyebrows in mock speculation. “Well, as long as you’re bribing me…”
Ianto chuckles and follows her up the steps. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
“Oh yes. Definitely.”
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.
Rating: Mostly Harmless
Notes/Summary: Set more or less in early S2. I'd blame Weaselett for this, but she's on to me.
Stress does strange things to a man.
Ianto hangs his suit jacket up in the corner of his work area before undoing his tie. The silk comes free easily, which makes him feel weirdly ticklish. If someone walks in now…
But no. Toshiko’s gone home, Jack and Owen will be in the field for another couple of hours yet, and Gwen is off trying to have a free night with Rhys. It’s just him. He unbuttons his collar and rolls up his sleeves, then checks his pockets to ensure he’s got the final component.
It’s there. He lets out a little breath of relief.
All that’s left is to divert the CCTV feed to the medbay, which he does from his own workstation. As long as nothing is out of place when he’s finished, it’s unlikely anyone will notice. He doesn’t like to think of what might happen if it twigged for the others what he’s about to do. Just the thought of all that unwanted attention makes him wince. He checks his watch one last time before he descends the steps.
He brings a tiny paper cup of liquid out of a cupboard and sets it out on the counter. With the last of his tools in place, he dons his apron and gloves. Everything is ready.
“Hi, I’m Ianto Jones,” he announces to the tiled pit, just a little louder than necessary. “And I’m here to show you how Cillit Bang takes down even a Torchwood-sized mess.”
With more than the usual gusto, he picks up the purple bottle and squirts a bit of liquid out onto Owen’s exam table. “Cillit Bang cuts through extra-terrestrial ichor with the stroke of a sponge,” he calls out as he wipes it clean. “Just look at that shine!”
“Ground-in autopsy grime?” He crouches down and scrubs at a dark spot near his feet. “Cillit Bang removes weevil blood from tile ten times faster than the competition!"
Ianto turns toward Owen’s sink. He’s prepared it a couple of hours in advance just for this moment. “Sluggish drains? Cillit Bang clears away even the most stubborn biological agents no matter what their dimension of origin! Metals, ceramic, all kinds of surfaces! And of course –” The gloves come off and he reaches into his pocket for the penny. “Cillit Bang makes even this old penny shine in seconds, and it does it all with the power of –“
“Bang!”
Startled, Ianto spins around and goes crashing into an empty tool tray. Up above, watching him from the railing, Toshiko covers her mouth and giggles at him as he straightens his apron and tries to regain composure.
“I, er…I thought you’d gone home already,” he says as he drops the penny-test cup into the bin.
Toshiko, smiling, comes down to join him. “I did, but I came back because I had an idea about the time lock program. I thought I heard something and then here you were. I had no idea you were a Barry Scott fan.”
“I’m not!” Ianto says, then regrets it because he sounds like he’s denying it. Except that he is denying it. Except... He sighs. “Look, if it’s not too much trouble…”
“Don’t tell the others?”
“Right.”
“No problem,” Toshiko replies. She bends down to pick up the penny, and then hands it to him. “If it makes you feel any better, it does look really nice down here.”
“Thanks.” He puts the coin back in his pocket and buttons up his collar. “Do you need some tea? Coffee? A biscuit?”
She raises her eyebrows in mock speculation. “Well, as long as you’re bribing me…”
Ianto chuckles and follows her up the steps. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
“Oh yes. Definitely.”