Oneshot: The First Test
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galadriel1010Title: The First Test
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Mica, David, Alice, Steven, OCs - John Carter, Mirabelle and Andrew Harkness-Jones, Keith
Genre: Fluff and family
Rating: G
Era: 2016
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: The family are out together to watch David and steven play.
Contains: Cricket, family ness, 'from the mouths of babes' discriminatory language. Schmoop_bingo prompt: Watching the Game
Dedication: To the England cricket team. I bloody love you, boys.
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto leaned heavily on his stick and watched Jack and Alice search for six seats together. The boundary wasn't looking particularly full, but it was the first match of the season and parents of new players were settled around in small groups. One old guy was sitting on his own a bit further around, and Belle was sent in to charm him and ask if they could sit with him. This sorted, they turned and waved across to Ianto and Mica to join them. She offered him her arm to lean on. “Ianto?”
He waved it off and set off down the steps, stiff but not impossibly so. “I'm fine, Mica. I'm not the invalid your uncle thinks I am.”
She laughed and followed him, hovering closely despite his insistence that he was okay without her help. “We all know that you let him get away with it because you both enjoy the fussing.”
“There's uncontacted tribes in the Amazon that know that,” Ianto chuckled. “He's getting old, and soft with it.”
“Yeah,” Mica agreed with a sigh. “You were just born old, weren't you?”
He glared at her and poked her with his stick, then resumed limping around the boundary to the bench. “You, madam, are downright insubordinate.”
“Not your subordinate,” she pointed out. “And Mam says I'm not allowed to work for you ever, because she doesn't want me to end up crippled like you are.”
“Is that what she says?” he asked, familiar with the cold burn of anger. Couldn't his sister keep her opinions to herself? But how was she to understand, really? She'd never really left the estate, even now, so she'd never had the same kind of exposure that even her son had whilst he was dating Steven. “Cripple's not a nice word to use, Mica. And, call me shallow, but I particularly don't like it being applied to me.”
“Sorry Uncle Ianto,” she said quietly.
“It's okay.” He reached out his free arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. “There's a lot of different people in the world, but they're all people at the end of the day. Give it a few months and I'll be running around after Belle and Andrew like nothing happened.”
“Really?” She looked up at him, and this was clearly something she'd worried about. “You're not going to have to use your stick forever?”
“Not yet.” He tightened his arm around her shoulder and tried not to lean on her. “It might get worse, I might do something different. But at the moment... no, I'm just recovering.”
“Good. Christmas wouldn't be the same if you couldn't join in with the snowball war,” she pointed out.
“That it wouldn't,” he agreed. They had nearly reached their family, and Jack came jogging towards them to meet them, offering his arm for Ianto to lean on instead of the stick. Ianto took it willingly and leaned into him more than was necessary, releasing Mica and nudging her ahead. “Go help your mam with the picnic, Mica.” When she scurried ahead, Ianto slowed his and Jack's pace. “Apparently I have to get better, or I'll break Christmas.”
Jack laughed and covered Ianto's hand with his own, smiling at him. “You'll be recovered in no time. UNIT's treatment is the best.”
“I know. If it weren't, you'd have packed us all off to whoever was,” Ianto teased. They reached the family group, Alice sitting next to the old guy whilst they both watched Mica playing with Belle and John. “Good afternoon.”
“Afternoon, lad,” the man greeted him in an unexpectedly broad Yorkshire. Pull up a seat and get a load off that leg, send your lass for the pints.” He winked at Mica. “Eh, lass?”
“She wouldn't get served, I hope,” he eased down onto the bench with Jack's help and propped his stick against it next to him. “don't even think about it Mica. I don't want your mam giving me another broken leg.”
Jack laughed and squeezed Ianto's shoulder. “Usual? Alice? And can I get you one...”
“I'm Keith, and that'd be nice. They've got a nice Rhymney on.” He nudged Alice. “Don't suppose you're a real ale lass, are you?”
She laughed. “No. I'll have a white wine thanks, Jack.”
“Okay. Mica, will you help me with the drinks?”
“Sure Uncle Jack,” she bounced back up from the grass and joined him heading around the boundary, back to the clubhouse.
Ianto stretched out his injured leg and sighed, closing his eyes into the sun. “At least it's a nice day for it.”
“We're still going to have to put the kids through the wash this evening,” alice pointed out. “John, don't eat the plants, please? Well... Oh, he'll find out soon enough that it tastes foul, I suppose. Sorry, Keith, this is Ianto. His nephew goes to school with my son. The beer runner is his husband, Jack. He's... an old friend of mine.”
“Ah, the sort of old friend that comes with a pause,” Keith chuckled. “Do you play, Ianto?”
“No, never,” he admitted with regret. “I grew up on an estate out in Roath, it was more football, rugby if I was lucky. Jack used to play, I think, when he was with the RAF. Says he was pretty good at it, but he's all talk, isn't he, Alice?”
She laughed. “Not all talk, so rumour has it.”
“Well...” He smiled and shifted back on the bench, shifting his leg again to get it comfortable. “Oh, here they come.”
Steven and David came onto the pitch side by side in pristine, never-worn cricketing whites and spread out on their captain's orders. They spotted the family sitting together and waved, taking up positions in the outfield. Alice squeezed Ianto's hand and smiled at him. “Haven't they grown?”
“They have,” he agreed. “We'll have to start worrying about them going out and finding girls and boys soon.” David wandered back to Steven, grinning, and Ianto tilted his head. “Or maybe not...”
“Oh, not again,” Alice sighed. “Let's enjoy the cricket, and worry about that another day.”
“Worry?” Ianto asked, smiling as the boys resumed their places as Jack led Mica down the boundary with a tray of drinks each. “Life's too short, Alice. And at least you know he's not going to get David pregnant.”
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Mica, David, Alice, Steven, OCs - John Carter, Mirabelle and Andrew Harkness-Jones, Keith
Genre: Fluff and family
Rating: G
Era: 2016
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: The family are out together to watch David and steven play.
Contains: Cricket, family ness, 'from the mouths of babes' discriminatory language. Schmoop_bingo prompt: Watching the Game
Dedication: To the England cricket team. I bloody love you, boys.
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto leaned heavily on his stick and watched Jack and Alice search for six seats together. The boundary wasn't looking particularly full, but it was the first match of the season and parents of new players were settled around in small groups. One old guy was sitting on his own a bit further around, and Belle was sent in to charm him and ask if they could sit with him. This sorted, they turned and waved across to Ianto and Mica to join them. She offered him her arm to lean on. “Ianto?”
He waved it off and set off down the steps, stiff but not impossibly so. “I'm fine, Mica. I'm not the invalid your uncle thinks I am.”
She laughed and followed him, hovering closely despite his insistence that he was okay without her help. “We all know that you let him get away with it because you both enjoy the fussing.”
“There's uncontacted tribes in the Amazon that know that,” Ianto chuckled. “He's getting old, and soft with it.”
“Yeah,” Mica agreed with a sigh. “You were just born old, weren't you?”
He glared at her and poked her with his stick, then resumed limping around the boundary to the bench. “You, madam, are downright insubordinate.”
“Not your subordinate,” she pointed out. “And Mam says I'm not allowed to work for you ever, because she doesn't want me to end up crippled like you are.”
“Is that what she says?” he asked, familiar with the cold burn of anger. Couldn't his sister keep her opinions to herself? But how was she to understand, really? She'd never really left the estate, even now, so she'd never had the same kind of exposure that even her son had whilst he was dating Steven. “Cripple's not a nice word to use, Mica. And, call me shallow, but I particularly don't like it being applied to me.”
“Sorry Uncle Ianto,” she said quietly.
“It's okay.” He reached out his free arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. “There's a lot of different people in the world, but they're all people at the end of the day. Give it a few months and I'll be running around after Belle and Andrew like nothing happened.”
“Really?” She looked up at him, and this was clearly something she'd worried about. “You're not going to have to use your stick forever?”
“Not yet.” He tightened his arm around her shoulder and tried not to lean on her. “It might get worse, I might do something different. But at the moment... no, I'm just recovering.”
“Good. Christmas wouldn't be the same if you couldn't join in with the snowball war,” she pointed out.
“That it wouldn't,” he agreed. They had nearly reached their family, and Jack came jogging towards them to meet them, offering his arm for Ianto to lean on instead of the stick. Ianto took it willingly and leaned into him more than was necessary, releasing Mica and nudging her ahead. “Go help your mam with the picnic, Mica.” When she scurried ahead, Ianto slowed his and Jack's pace. “Apparently I have to get better, or I'll break Christmas.”
Jack laughed and covered Ianto's hand with his own, smiling at him. “You'll be recovered in no time. UNIT's treatment is the best.”
“I know. If it weren't, you'd have packed us all off to whoever was,” Ianto teased. They reached the family group, Alice sitting next to the old guy whilst they both watched Mica playing with Belle and John. “Good afternoon.”
“Afternoon, lad,” the man greeted him in an unexpectedly broad Yorkshire. Pull up a seat and get a load off that leg, send your lass for the pints.” He winked at Mica. “Eh, lass?”
“She wouldn't get served, I hope,” he eased down onto the bench with Jack's help and propped his stick against it next to him. “don't even think about it Mica. I don't want your mam giving me another broken leg.”
Jack laughed and squeezed Ianto's shoulder. “Usual? Alice? And can I get you one...”
“I'm Keith, and that'd be nice. They've got a nice Rhymney on.” He nudged Alice. “Don't suppose you're a real ale lass, are you?”
She laughed. “No. I'll have a white wine thanks, Jack.”
“Okay. Mica, will you help me with the drinks?”
“Sure Uncle Jack,” she bounced back up from the grass and joined him heading around the boundary, back to the clubhouse.
Ianto stretched out his injured leg and sighed, closing his eyes into the sun. “At least it's a nice day for it.”
“We're still going to have to put the kids through the wash this evening,” alice pointed out. “John, don't eat the plants, please? Well... Oh, he'll find out soon enough that it tastes foul, I suppose. Sorry, Keith, this is Ianto. His nephew goes to school with my son. The beer runner is his husband, Jack. He's... an old friend of mine.”
“Ah, the sort of old friend that comes with a pause,” Keith chuckled. “Do you play, Ianto?”
“No, never,” he admitted with regret. “I grew up on an estate out in Roath, it was more football, rugby if I was lucky. Jack used to play, I think, when he was with the RAF. Says he was pretty good at it, but he's all talk, isn't he, Alice?”
She laughed. “Not all talk, so rumour has it.”
“Well...” He smiled and shifted back on the bench, shifting his leg again to get it comfortable. “Oh, here they come.”
Steven and David came onto the pitch side by side in pristine, never-worn cricketing whites and spread out on their captain's orders. They spotted the family sitting together and waved, taking up positions in the outfield. Alice squeezed Ianto's hand and smiled at him. “Haven't they grown?”
“They have,” he agreed. “We'll have to start worrying about them going out and finding girls and boys soon.” David wandered back to Steven, grinning, and Ianto tilted his head. “Or maybe not...”
“Oh, not again,” Alice sighed. “Let's enjoy the cricket, and worry about that another day.”
“Worry?” Ianto asked, smiling as the boys resumed their places as Jack led Mica down the boundary with a tray of drinks each. “Life's too short, Alice. And at least you know he's not going to get David pregnant.”
