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antigwenallies Aug. 24th, 2008 10:41 pm)Warning; PG
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, onesided Jack/Gwen
Thanks to my lverly beta ladylovelace
Jack woke up slowly, feeling the reassuring weight of Ianto asleep in his arms. He carefully pulled Ianto closer and smiled softly as Ianto’s head fell onto Jack’s shoulder as he slumbered on.
Running his fingers gently through the soft locks he rested his chin lightly on the top of Ianto’s head. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the night before.
As Jack slowly pulled Ianto’s car up, he glanced over at his lover.
“It really is a shame that Tosh and Owen couldn’t come tonight. Though I suppose it’s a good thing that they are able to spend some time along together.”
Ianto nodded and opened his door quietly before reaching over and grabbing Jacks extended hand, walking to the door with him with a smile on his face.
“Jack, over there.” Ianto quietly pointed over to Rhys, purely happy to be able to spend some time with his boyfriend and his other friend, who had actually know a lot longer than Gwen had, they had both lived in the same street as kids and went to the same school, becoming friends even though Rhys was a bit older than Ianto.
Jack nodded and they headed over; while they had intended this to be a wake up call for Gwen so she knew that Rhys wouldn’t wait on her hand and foot; Jack also really enjoyed Rhys’ company. He was funny, gently natured and had a quiet intelligence about him that Jack was sure that Gwen had missed; because whenever she talked about Rhys she made it sound as though he was incapable of comprehending what she did as a job.
“Hey guys. Tough day at work?” While Rhys knew that there were things that they couldn't discuss, he never did push for information and because of that, all of the team; including Owen liked telling him of the mundane aspects of life at Torchwood and the stuff that they got up to.
Rhys had nearly peed himself laughing when Ianto and Tosh had explained how they had tricked Jack and Owen into diving headfirst into a pool of 'alien' goo that gave them green hair and a slight orange tinge on the skin for the next three days, all because of something Owen had said to Tosh.
“Yeah. It's been tough; we had to go over piles of paperwork,” Jack said dramatically. “If I have to look at another Insurance Claim form this week I'll die!”
Ianto sniggered and hit him lightly on the arm, “You only have to do heaps of paperwork at once because you don't bother doing it any other time. It piles up if you put it off, Jack.” He said the last sentence like he was talking to a young child and Rhys laughed uproariously at Jack's pout.
“I'm just as bad, Jack. Though I'm glad that we have a set amount of paperwork at my job otherwise I would be buried under every kind of form.” He leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially. “It's a nightmare of mine. The insurance forms gang up on me, tie me to my chair until I fill them all out.”
He took a swig of his beer as they laughed; happy to be out with friends and not the least but concerned about how Gwen was feeling. 'It's time she got a taste of her own medicine,' he thought.
The three continued talking, discussing everything between the rugby and how happy they were that Owen and Tosh were finally together after much mucking around and sidestepping their feelings.
Looking up, Jack quietly said. “Your fiancé's here. Though I'm going to have to talk to her later about her use of Torchwoods resources.” He twined his fingers gently between Ianto's own as he continued to hold it securely in his grasp as he had done all evening.
He was about to take a sip from his beer again when Gwen stormed over, fury written all over her face and before he had the chance to stop her she slapped Ianto hard on the face. He felt rage brew up inside of him and even when Ianto reassured him that he was okay, he just wanted to leave and make sure that Ianto really was alright.
They had quickly driven home to their flat, each in his own thoughts; but once they were inside they opened up to each other as Ianto let Jack look after him; even though he knew he was fine, before both fell asleep wrapped around each other.
Jack focused back on the present as Ianto made a small snuffling sound followed by a small movement from his head; the tell tale sign he was about to wake up. Jack stroked his cheek softly, frowning at the slight reddish tine before chuckling at Ianto's confused but sleepy expression.
“What's so,” he paused for a yawn. “Funny?”
“Oh. Not much,” Jack replied helping him sit up. Contrary to the others beliefs, Ianto was NOT a morning person.
But that didn't matter. Jack loved waking him up.
TORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOOD
Sunlight shone merrily through the window and Gwen blearily opened her eyes. Stretching and standing up, she turned and stared at the clock in horror. She had slept in!
Rhys hadn’t woken her and now she was late. Normally she wouldn’t be too worried about being late; but Jack had been quite angry at her last night and even though he was always kind to her and relied upon her to talk about anything in his life, she knew that she didn’t want to push him when he was in a bad mood.
She rushed into the bedroom, noticing that Rhys had already left and had obviously decided not to wake her. Dressing quickly, she angrily thought of all sorts of punishments for him when he got back and after grabbing a quick bite to eat, she hurried out the door, onto the street and into her car; driving full speed and ignoring the road rules. They weren’t that important really, when it came to her line of work.
She managed to park quickly and rushed over to the Tourist Office, slamming open the door to reveal…no Ianto.
She puzzled over it for a minute before shrugging and opening the concealed entrance herself; walking downstairs and into the lift, the whole Hub strangely silent in her entrance, for such a live place.
As the cog door rolled back slowly she looked around; expecting to see the others at the conference table or on the couch behind Tosh’s desk, but there was no one.
The water trickled down silently as it ran from the top of the obelisk into the fountain pool; there was no noise from the weevils, no moaning or growling and even Myfanwy seemed to have decided to take a break from her usual ruckus.
‘Stupid bird,’ Gwen thought savagely. She’d hater the thing from the very first time she’d seen it, though for some reason Jack loved her so Gwen pretended to as well. She couldn’t understand why Jack didn’t just shoot her, she’d caused so much trouble and it took so long for her to be fed; not that Gwen would ever dirty her hands feeding the ugly thing, that was Ianto’s job to do, but if she wasn’t there he could be dutifully serving her coffee, like she deserved; being closest to Jack and all.
But thoughts of Myfanwy led to thoughts of Ianto, which annoyed her.
She understood that Jack had to occupy his time because he couldn’t have her at the moment; though she wished that he had chosen someone outside of Torchwood as it will be awkward when she and Jack finally got together and she had to look at Ianto each day, knowing that he had been with Jack.
Though, she supposed Jack could always Retcon Ianto when he was done with him. That was likely, he didn’t really have any proper skills and it would be easy for Tosh and Owen to split Ianto’s tasks between themselves. Yes, she thought. That must be the reason Ianto’s still working here.
Stepping over to her desk, she flung herself dramatically into her chair; which skidded along the floor with her added weight on it. Frowning, she sat back on the chair and put it back into position before surveying her desk; which had a rather large pile of papers on it while a sticky not was attached to her computer screen.
She read it, her bottom lip producing in a pout slightly.
‘Gwen. Since you were late, we’ve had to go out for a rift alert without you. Here is some of your reports, they are all totally inadequate and I want you to do them all again before we get back. Jack.’
She glared at the note before looking over to the pile of papers. Turning on her computer she clicked on the solitaire icon, figuring Ianto could do them for her later. She was much to important to have to bother with filling out reports. She bit her lip and focused on the difficult game.
TORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOOD
Gwen looked up as the alarms sounded, signifying the return of the rest of the team. Toshiko came in first, a frown marring her soft features as she cleared a path for the others. Gwen worried for Jack and Owen. Whenever they walking in like that it meant someone had been hurt.
She sighed with relief as she was the Owen and Jack were okay, but they were supporting Ianto between her. She felt her annoyance rise, It figured that Ianto was the one hurt; he was useless on the field as he didn't have any real experience.
Between the two they managed to manoeuvre Ianto down into the Autopsy and Medical Bay and onto the bed.
Gwen walked over to the railing and peered down with interest at the work that Ianto was doing on Ianto's stomach and back while Jack gently ran his hands up and down Ianto's bare arms, trying to sooth away as much discomfort as he could.
Tosh stood up next to Gwen and fixed her with a cold stare. “This is your fault, you know. If you'd been out there help all of us out, or even been here in the hub providing back up, then Ianto wouldn't have been hurt.”
Tosh walked along the railing until she was further away from Gwen and surveyed the scene below like an older sister, looking after her family.
Gwen blinked back her shock. Where had that come from?! Her friends must have gotten caught up in the heat of the moment and poor sweet Tosh's caring heart couldn't bear seeing another hurt, especially another member of Torchwood. When all this was over, Gwen was sure that Tosh would come over and apologise to her for her behaviour.
Owen finished stitching up Ianto's back and was now doing Ianto's front, Ianto being held up by Jacks arm around his shoulders. “Nearly there, Teaboy. Now, you are officially on light duties until these have healed properly. And don't expect to be doing much on your own for a while. And DEFINATLY no lifting or bending. Jack's here for a reason, you know.”
Jack smiled at this and said warmly, “He's right you know, Yan. But once Owen's done, you are going to sleep in my bed.” He held up his hand. “And don't even think of protesting, otherwise I'll tie you to the bed. I mean it when I say no working today, Ianto.” Jack leaned forwards and even as Gwen watched he dropped a feather light kiss to the young man's forehead.
Ianto nodded and watched silently as Owen injected something into his arm which Jack was holding still. “Just something to help stop infection; though it has a sedative side effect so off to bed with you!” Owen explained loudly and and started packing up his equipment.
Gwen watched quietly as Jack helped Ianto up from the table and up the stairs; Jack not even glancing at her as he practically carried Ianto into his office and down the hatch into his quarters. She looked over to Owen, but he didn't even glance at her as he shrugged of his lab coat and sat down in his station.
Gwen looked guiltily over to all the reports on her desk that she was supposed to have done, reflecting that Jack wasn't in a forgiving mood. But Jack would understand, she felt sure.
A hand clamped down heavily onto her shoulder and Gwen screamed before meeting Jack's angry eyes. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Gwen. Conference room. Now.” As she marched sullenly up to it, hearing Owen speak.
“He asleep, Jack?” She opened the door and heard Jack not too far behind her.
“Yeah. Though without those painkillers he would be in a serious amount of pain. Thanks.”
“No problem boss.” Owen's cheeky tone confused her until Jacks glare reminded her that she had more pressing things to think about. She sat in the chair he directed her to, restraining herself from fidgeting.
“I've been having quite a few second thoughts about how I've thought about you, Gwen. Recently you've started to show this smug superior attitude to everyone,” he held up his hand to stop her from defending herself.
“No. This is not where you get to argue with me. This is where I talk and you listen, actually listen; not what you usually do and pretend. You're out of line, Gwen. Your attitude, how you treat others; especially Ianto. And how you treat your job.” He took a deep breath.
“You hide behind it when it comes to everyday life and yet you don't do any work. You always want to get out of things, using the excuse of spending time with Rhys, but when I asked him he told me that he rarely sees you when I give you time off. What's going on Gwen? Because Torchwood doesn't need an employee who doesn't do their job. Because of this, and because when we needed you,” he brought his face close to hers.
“You weren't there. I'm going to give you one last chance for you to redeem yourself slightly. Pray that you get the right answers to these questions. Why did you do what you did to Ianto? And why do you treat him like he's dirt?”
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