Love Is A Game: A Pest, not a Guest
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galadriel1010Title: A Pest, not a Guest
Characters: Jack/Ianto and OCs
Genre: Humour
Rating: G
Era: Series 2
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Jack's getting a bit bored of being treated as a tourist.
Contains: Fluff and silliness
Dedication: For my friend Jess, who doesn't read fanfiction, but is moving to Cardiff.
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack had the containment box in a Cardiff Castle carrier bag, which was the best camouflage he could come up with at short notice. The office at the Millennium Centre had called them about a mysterious item being handed in as lost property, and he'd walked up there to have a look at it. Once he told the girl behind the counter that he worked with Ianto, she'd let him take it away with him, and had given him the carrier bag to put the containment box in. It had turned out to be a Barbilio lamp, which would have been devastating to Earth's oxygen-rich atmosphere if it had been compatible with any energy source available on the planet.
He decided to enjoy the sunshine, and maybe catch Ianto on his own in the TI Office for a while, so he walked down the Plass, past the invisible lift, and under the bridge onto the boardwalk that led to the Hub's not-so secret entrance. The redevelopment of the Bay area had made it busy again, which was great news for Cardiff, but not so good for keeping the entrance a secret. They couldn't use it to bring anything in during the day or well into the evening now, which was starting to get annoying.
The door was open to let the breeze into the stuffy little office, and Jack could see that there were already people in there, so he resigned himself to waiting for some time alone with Ianto. Almost as soon as he'd thought that, he grinned at a decidedly less kosher idea, which could well get him in the doghouse over night, but would be so worth it. He removed his sunglasses and stepped into the office, smiling at one of the ladies perusing the racks of fliers. “Good morning, ma'am,” he greeted her politely.
“Well, good morning,” she smiled back at him and Jack didn't need to look at Ianto to see him rolling his eyes. “It's so nice to meet a polite young man. Would it be rude of me to say that I never expected it of an American?”
He chuckled, mostly at being described as young, and shook his head. “The media has a lot to answer for.”
“That's very true,” she sighed and shook her head. She turned her attention to Ianto for a moment, then returned it to Jack. “The young man seems to be busy, but I've lived in Cardiff all my life; I might be able to help you, rather than you having to wait?”
Jack bit the inside of his cheek. Ianto was busy, this was true, and a glance at him showed that he was as amused by the turn in the conversation as Jack was. Revealing that he'd lived in the city longer than his new friend had wasn't going to go across well, though, so he just kept smiling at her. “I'm a resident, actually; I've been living here a few years. I just came down here to see Ianto.”
“Oh I see,” she nodded knowingly and looked back at the desk, where the young mum with three children was just ushering them towards the door and Ianto was tidying his maps. “I'm sure no one will mind if you jump the queue. Is that for him?”
He followed her gesture to his bag and nodded. “Yeah, it is. Excuse me.” He slipped behind the counter and held the bag up to show Ianto. “I got you a present.”
“Oh yes?” Ianto eyed the bag and Jack's smile warily. “You can put it in the office, if you like. I'm working.”
Jack laughed and eased past him to put the containment box safely on the desk in Ianto's tiny office, then came back out and rested his hand on Ianto's hip, leaning in for a quick kiss that made Ianto stammer out a chastisement. “Don't open it without me. See you later babe.”
He grinned as he sauntered out of the office, winking at the shocked laughter of the lady he'd been talking to earlier.
Oh he was going to pay for that one.
Next chapter
Characters: Jack/Ianto and OCs
Genre: Humour
Rating: G
Era: Series 2
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Jack's getting a bit bored of being treated as a tourist.
Contains: Fluff and silliness
Dedication: For my friend Jess, who doesn't read fanfiction, but is moving to Cardiff.
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack had the containment box in a Cardiff Castle carrier bag, which was the best camouflage he could come up with at short notice. The office at the Millennium Centre had called them about a mysterious item being handed in as lost property, and he'd walked up there to have a look at it. Once he told the girl behind the counter that he worked with Ianto, she'd let him take it away with him, and had given him the carrier bag to put the containment box in. It had turned out to be a Barbilio lamp, which would have been devastating to Earth's oxygen-rich atmosphere if it had been compatible with any energy source available on the planet.
He decided to enjoy the sunshine, and maybe catch Ianto on his own in the TI Office for a while, so he walked down the Plass, past the invisible lift, and under the bridge onto the boardwalk that led to the Hub's not-so secret entrance. The redevelopment of the Bay area had made it busy again, which was great news for Cardiff, but not so good for keeping the entrance a secret. They couldn't use it to bring anything in during the day or well into the evening now, which was starting to get annoying.
The door was open to let the breeze into the stuffy little office, and Jack could see that there were already people in there, so he resigned himself to waiting for some time alone with Ianto. Almost as soon as he'd thought that, he grinned at a decidedly less kosher idea, which could well get him in the doghouse over night, but would be so worth it. He removed his sunglasses and stepped into the office, smiling at one of the ladies perusing the racks of fliers. “Good morning, ma'am,” he greeted her politely.
“Well, good morning,” she smiled back at him and Jack didn't need to look at Ianto to see him rolling his eyes. “It's so nice to meet a polite young man. Would it be rude of me to say that I never expected it of an American?”
He chuckled, mostly at being described as young, and shook his head. “The media has a lot to answer for.”
“That's very true,” she sighed and shook her head. She turned her attention to Ianto for a moment, then returned it to Jack. “The young man seems to be busy, but I've lived in Cardiff all my life; I might be able to help you, rather than you having to wait?”
Jack bit the inside of his cheek. Ianto was busy, this was true, and a glance at him showed that he was as amused by the turn in the conversation as Jack was. Revealing that he'd lived in the city longer than his new friend had wasn't going to go across well, though, so he just kept smiling at her. “I'm a resident, actually; I've been living here a few years. I just came down here to see Ianto.”
“Oh I see,” she nodded knowingly and looked back at the desk, where the young mum with three children was just ushering them towards the door and Ianto was tidying his maps. “I'm sure no one will mind if you jump the queue. Is that for him?”
He followed her gesture to his bag and nodded. “Yeah, it is. Excuse me.” He slipped behind the counter and held the bag up to show Ianto. “I got you a present.”
“Oh yes?” Ianto eyed the bag and Jack's smile warily. “You can put it in the office, if you like. I'm working.”
Jack laughed and eased past him to put the containment box safely on the desk in Ianto's tiny office, then came back out and rested his hand on Ianto's hip, leaning in for a quick kiss that made Ianto stammer out a chastisement. “Don't open it without me. See you later babe.”
He grinned as he sauntered out of the office, winking at the shocked laughter of the lady he'd been talking to earlier.
Oh he was going to pay for that one.
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