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galadriel1010) wrote2010-10-16 11:01 am
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Birthday Blues 2/9: In The Ether
Title: Birthday Blues
Chapter Title:In the Ether
Challenge/Fest: Kiss_Bingo
Prompt: Emoticon :*
Rating: U
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Mirabelle, Andrew, Mica, David + other family members
Summary: The family are out at the farm in the Beacons, looking forwards to spending Ianto's thirtieth birthday there together. It wouldn't be them if several things didn't go wrong, though.
Contains: Illness, an unscheduled trip to Grenada, family fluffiness, a picnic and a milestone birthday.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack set his laptop up on the desk and pulled his T shirt off whilst it woke up, throwing it into the corner of the room. He was exhausted from the night's hard work, and hot and sticky from the way it had dragged over until noon. Over the last five years with Ianto, he'd got used to sleeping every night, and missing out on that messed with his head as much as it did for anyone else.
As soon as his computer was ready, he loaded up their encrypted chat program and hopes that Ianto was near his computer.
Jack: Am I talking to a computer or a person?
There was a long wait, and he realised with disappointment that the computer was switched on but unattended, but then the icon appeared to say that someone was typing.
Ianto: It's David.
Ianto: I'll go find Uncle Ianto for you
Jack: Thanks David :)
Ianto: … old people using emoticons. It's just /wrong/
Jack: …
Jack: I was born in the future, I'm not sure how I count as old when it comes to computers.
Jack: My first computer had a holographic display called Amiga.
Ianto: Is that the one you seduced?
Ianto: Hi
Jack: I didn't seduce her, we were just very good friends.
Jack: Heya, how's it going back there?
Ianto: Alternatively quiet and noisy. We've had naked Belle running around the Nant meadow chasing bubbles and scaring a group of hikers.
Jack: You got photos?
Ianto: Many. She'll hate us when she's older.
Jack: =D
Ianto: … David's right, that is quite disturbing.
Ianto: How's work going, anyway?
Jack: We've got the ship safely out of the way, but I need to disconnect the fuel supply and store it safely before they ship it out to Springs.
Jack: It could go boom.
Ianto: Ah.
Jack: Yes.
Jack: So I'm pretty tired, plus hot and sweaty.
Ianto: What a lovely image. Have a shower and go to bed.
Jack: I intend to. Just wanted to see if you were around before I went.
Ianto: I'm around. I had a suspicion you'd either come online to chat, or just turn up.
Jack: Well I was hoping for the latter, but then I found the fuel cell :(
Ianto: There there.
Ianto: I miss you too.
Jack: It's so weird without you. Sam was asking after you, though.
Ianto: Oh yes? How is the old sod?
Jack: He's fine. Got on the wrong end of a Porpentine last month.
Ianto :x
Jack: That's the face I pulled too. No lasting damage, though.
Ianto: That's a relief.
Ianto: You think you'll be home tomorrow, then?
Jack: I hope so.
Jack: I have to disconnect this fuel cell for them and prep it for delivery to the centre at Geneva
Jack: And I need to supply them with fairly detailed notes because no one else has ever come across it before, and I don't want them poking it with the wrong thing and levelling Switzerland.
Jack: Although that would be quite impressive, considering how pointy it is.
Ianto: You've very, very tired, aren't you?
Jack: I'm getting old. I need my beauty sleep, and I haven't had it.
Ianto: Not got any sleep at all?
Jack: None. Got here, looked at the ship and my words were 'oh shit'
Ianto: I bet that reassured them.
Jack: Colonel Green matched her name, it was hilarious.
Jack: Have I mentioned that I don't like her?
Ianto: She is a little brusque and officious, but I didn't know you actually disliked her.
Jack: I didn't until last night.
Ianto: Ah.
Ianto: I didn't like her very much last night either.
Ianto: Sadly, duty calls.
Jack: Far too often.
Jack: I'd love to be able to leave the phone off the hook...
Ianto: You're far too dashing, noble and heroic for that.
Ianto: And they'd just call me instead.
Ianto: We need to expland our consultancy empire.
Jack: We... do. Whatever 'expland' means
Ianto: …
Ianto: Go to bed, Jack.
Jack: I think that's me told.
Jack: :*
Jack: I miss you
Ianto: I miss you too :*
Ianto: Sleep well, and I'll see you soon. Will you be online tonight?
Jack: I don't know, it depends on how it goes. I hope so.
Ianto: I'll leave it on, then.
Ianto: Love you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Jack: I love you too. Have a lovely day
Jack: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
He signed off and closed the laptop again, ignoring his email inbox. The paper Ianto had sent him with was tempting, but his eyes were too heavy and sleep too tempting for the moment. The sun beat down heavily outside, and he took a moment to look out at the world and watch the bustle of the crowd, the hundreds of people who had no idea how close they'd come to death last night. Chance, and a rigorous safety procedure on the part of the crew of the downed ship, had saved them. “One day we won't be so lucky,” he muttered.
On his bedside table was the photo of the family that he took everywhere with him, that was permanently packed in his travel bag. It was taken the previous Christmas at their Cardiff house, Mirabelle and Andrew sitting on his and Ianto's laps respectively, all four of them laughing and wearing paper hats out of crackers. They had professional photos as well, an annual trip from shortly after Gwen married Rhys that they still kept up, but this was his favourite. He picked it up and smiled sadly. Whatever it took, he'd keep his family safe. Next chapter
Chapter Title:In the Ether
Challenge/Fest: Kiss_Bingo
Prompt: Emoticon :*
Rating: U
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Mirabelle, Andrew, Mica, David + other family members
Summary: The family are out at the farm in the Beacons, looking forwards to spending Ianto's thirtieth birthday there together. It wouldn't be them if several things didn't go wrong, though.
Contains: Illness, an unscheduled trip to Grenada, family fluffiness, a picnic and a milestone birthday.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack set his laptop up on the desk and pulled his T shirt off whilst it woke up, throwing it into the corner of the room. He was exhausted from the night's hard work, and hot and sticky from the way it had dragged over until noon. Over the last five years with Ianto, he'd got used to sleeping every night, and missing out on that messed with his head as much as it did for anyone else.
As soon as his computer was ready, he loaded up their encrypted chat program and hopes that Ianto was near his computer.
Jack: Am I talking to a computer or a person?
There was a long wait, and he realised with disappointment that the computer was switched on but unattended, but then the icon appeared to say that someone was typing.
Ianto: It's David.
Ianto: I'll go find Uncle Ianto for you
Jack: Thanks David :)
Ianto: … old people using emoticons. It's just /wrong/
Jack: …
Jack: I was born in the future, I'm not sure how I count as old when it comes to computers.
Jack: My first computer had a holographic display called Amiga.
Ianto: Is that the one you seduced?
Ianto: Hi
Jack: I didn't seduce her, we were just very good friends.
Jack: Heya, how's it going back there?
Ianto: Alternatively quiet and noisy. We've had naked Belle running around the Nant meadow chasing bubbles and scaring a group of hikers.
Jack: You got photos?
Ianto: Many. She'll hate us when she's older.
Jack: =D
Ianto: … David's right, that is quite disturbing.
Ianto: How's work going, anyway?
Jack: We've got the ship safely out of the way, but I need to disconnect the fuel supply and store it safely before they ship it out to Springs.
Jack: It could go boom.
Ianto: Ah.
Jack: Yes.
Jack: So I'm pretty tired, plus hot and sweaty.
Ianto: What a lovely image. Have a shower and go to bed.
Jack: I intend to. Just wanted to see if you were around before I went.
Ianto: I'm around. I had a suspicion you'd either come online to chat, or just turn up.
Jack: Well I was hoping for the latter, but then I found the fuel cell :(
Ianto: There there.
Ianto: I miss you too.
Jack: It's so weird without you. Sam was asking after you, though.
Ianto: Oh yes? How is the old sod?
Jack: He's fine. Got on the wrong end of a Porpentine last month.
Ianto :x
Jack: That's the face I pulled too. No lasting damage, though.
Ianto: That's a relief.
Ianto: You think you'll be home tomorrow, then?
Jack: I hope so.
Jack: I have to disconnect this fuel cell for them and prep it for delivery to the centre at Geneva
Jack: And I need to supply them with fairly detailed notes because no one else has ever come across it before, and I don't want them poking it with the wrong thing and levelling Switzerland.
Jack: Although that would be quite impressive, considering how pointy it is.
Ianto: You've very, very tired, aren't you?
Jack: I'm getting old. I need my beauty sleep, and I haven't had it.
Ianto: Not got any sleep at all?
Jack: None. Got here, looked at the ship and my words were 'oh shit'
Ianto: I bet that reassured them.
Jack: Colonel Green matched her name, it was hilarious.
Jack: Have I mentioned that I don't like her?
Ianto: She is a little brusque and officious, but I didn't know you actually disliked her.
Jack: I didn't until last night.
Ianto: Ah.
Ianto: I didn't like her very much last night either.
Ianto: Sadly, duty calls.
Jack: Far too often.
Jack: I'd love to be able to leave the phone off the hook...
Ianto: You're far too dashing, noble and heroic for that.
Ianto: And they'd just call me instead.
Ianto: We need to expland our consultancy empire.
Jack: We... do. Whatever 'expland' means
Ianto: …
Ianto: Go to bed, Jack.
Jack: I think that's me told.
Jack: :*
Jack: I miss you
Ianto: I miss you too :*
Ianto: Sleep well, and I'll see you soon. Will you be online tonight?
Jack: I don't know, it depends on how it goes. I hope so.
Ianto: I'll leave it on, then.
Ianto: Love you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Jack: I love you too. Have a lovely day
Jack: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
He signed off and closed the laptop again, ignoring his email inbox. The paper Ianto had sent him with was tempting, but his eyes were too heavy and sleep too tempting for the moment. The sun beat down heavily outside, and he took a moment to look out at the world and watch the bustle of the crowd, the hundreds of people who had no idea how close they'd come to death last night. Chance, and a rigorous safety procedure on the part of the crew of the downed ship, had saved them. “One day we won't be so lucky,” he muttered.
On his bedside table was the photo of the family that he took everywhere with him, that was permanently packed in his travel bag. It was taken the previous Christmas at their Cardiff house, Mirabelle and Andrew sitting on his and Ianto's laps respectively, all four of them laughing and wearing paper hats out of crackers. They had professional photos as well, an annual trip from shortly after Gwen married Rhys that they still kept up, but this was his favourite. He picked it up and smiled sadly. Whatever it took, he'd keep his family safe. Next chapter
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Yep, Mirabelle is turning out to be just like Jack. :-)
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