Timelord!Ianto: Away 1
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Getting Away From It 1
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Romantic Holiday
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto borrow the TARDIS and get away from it all in absolute luxury.
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Contains: Wish fulfillment.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
The TARDIS had landed in the foyer of a high class hotel, where it seemed forlorn and out-of-place against the fine-grained panelling of the walls and the smooth marble floors. Ianto let Jack slip an arm around his waist and frowned at it. “It hasn't changed.”
“No, it doesn't.” Jack patted the side affectionately and rubbed his hand along the grain. “The Doctor said that her chameleon circuit was broken, but I think he just likes her this way.”
“Well she's a bit obvious there,” Ianto pointed out. “We can't just leave her in the foyer.”
“Sure we can.” Jack tightened his grip on Ianto's waist and steered him away. “She brought us here to enjoy ourselves, and I know a couple of old tricks that will help us do just that.” He released Ianto's waist but took his hand and led the way to the counter.
The receptionist looked them over and greeted them with a polite smile. “Good afternoon, sirs. How can I help you this afternoon?”
“Hi there,” Jack smiled at her warmly and leaned on the desk. “We have a reservation.”
“What name, please?”
“Harkness.” He glanced at Ianto and smiled reassuringly. “Stop looking so worried.”
She gave them a curious glance, but kept on with what she was doing. A moment later her eyes widened, just slightly, and her fingers stilled against the screen. “Of course, Captain Harkness. The room is ready for you and your keykas are here.” She slipped two credit card sized pieces of film into a wallet and put it on the desk in front of him. “If you could sign here, please. Is there any luggage you need taking to the room?”
“There is, actually. That blue box over there.” He pointed to it and her immaculate eyebrows rose minutely. “Everything is in there.”
“Of course, sir. If you'd like to visit the bar first it will be in your suite by the time you get up there, otherwise it will be delivered there shortly.” She finished entering their information on the touch screen and gave him the wallet back. “The computer in your room will take you through the services we offer. Should you require anything, please use the computer to request assistance and someone will be with you to deal with your request personally. We hope you have a very pleasant stay with us.”
Jack offered Ianto his arm and led him away. “I bet they do. See this?” He passed Ianto the wallet and flicked it with a finger. “The La Tassita hotel. Jewel in the crown of the Stivaile empire, one hundred floors of luxury rooms and suites, five restaurants, a spa with two private pools, six nightclubs and bars, two full fitness centres, and a luxury shopping centre on the ground floor.”
“I've heard of it,” Ianto confirmed, turning the wallet over and over. Based on the opulence of their surroundings, he guessed that the gold trim was real gold. “Jack, this must cost a fortune. How did you get us in here just like that?”
“Like I said, old Time Agency trick.” The foyer was surrounded by a restaurant, and Jack took them up three steps to the bar, where he pulled a chair out for Ianto. “I'll tell you about it in a minute.”
A bartender drifted over to them and, after glancing at the wallet that was still in Ianto's hand, greeted them with a demure smile. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. What would you like this afternoon?”
“I'd like... an amaretto and orange,” Jack told her. He turned to Ianto and raise an inquisitive eyebrow. “I'm hungry, actually. How about you?”
“Now you mention it, yes.”
“In that case, he'll have an amaretto cocoa, trust me on this one, and a table for two.” Jack gave her a winning smile. “Somewhere secluded, please.”
“Of course.” she waved past them and a server drifted over to join them. “Carli, these gentlemen would like a secluded table for two.”
The server bowed and left and the bartender smiled serenely. “That will be ready for you shortly, sirs. I'll just prepare your drinks. Will you be paying now or putting it on your room tab?”
“On the tab.” Jack took the wallet from Ianto and extracted one of the pieces of film to give to her. “Thank you.”
She took it to the computer a little way down the counter to sign it in, and Jack followed her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He barely twitched, but it was enough for Ianto to realise he'd seen something. “What is it?” he asked as the bartender set the film down on a tray and turned to collect a bottle from the bar. “What did you see?”
“We're in the Degali Suite,” Jack told him quietly. “The best hotel suite on the entire planet.”
Ianto tried not to stare at him, or at the bartender who was stirring amaretto and cream into a cup of molten chocolate. “Who's paying for this?”
“I am.” The bartender set the mug of cocoa on the tray next to a tall glass of orange juice and brought it over to them. Jack picked up the glass of orange juice and raised it to Ianto. “Cheers.”
The server returned to them and inclined his head. “Gentlemen, your table is ready. Would you like me to bring the tray for you?”
“Yes please.” Jack set his glass down again and got up, collecting the film as he did so. They followed the server over to the edge of the restaurant, to a table that had a glorious view of the hotel's grounds but was obscured from the rest of the restaurant by two cascades of gently scented flowers. Jack again held his chair out for him, and bent down when he sat to whisper in his ear, “This isn't a popular table. People come here to be seen, and you can't do that from behind a tropical rainforest.”
He smiled and picked up his mug, closing his eyes to take a sniff. Even that was heavy with rich, layered flavours, and the first sip he took burst across his tongue, smooth and rich, with a deep, creamy bitter-sweetness, shot through with the sharper sweetness of almonds. “Wow.”
Jack grinned and reached across to wipe Ianto's bottom lip with his thumb. “And that's why we have a secluded table.”
Ianto laughed and pulled Jack's hand away. “Okay, I'm sold.” The server returned with their menus and he sat back to accept it. “Thank you.” He opened the menu and admired the unobtrusive way the server hovered. “What would you recommend, then?”
“Well, what are you in the mood for?” Jack leaned back and picked up his menu. “Fish, beef, pork, game, poultry?”
“Fish, I think.” He flipped the page and found the fish dishes. “I don't want to worry you, but there are no prices.”
“I told you, I have it covered.” Jack flipped a page and smiled at him over the top. “Do you trust my skill and judgement?”
“If it's like the hot chocolate, then definitely.”
“Alright, then.” He flipped it closed and turned to the server. “We'll have the Blaquata banquet, with the chocolate dessert. Chef's discretion for the rest. And the wine menu, please.”
“Of course, sir.” The wine menu appeared as if by magic, and Jack accepted it to browse it.
“I think... the Penarth sparkling rosé.” He grinned over at Ianto. “A taste of home.”
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Getting Away From It 1
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Romantic Holiday
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto borrow the TARDIS and get away from it all in absolute luxury.
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Contains: Wish fulfillment.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
The TARDIS had landed in the foyer of a high class hotel, where it seemed forlorn and out-of-place against the fine-grained panelling of the walls and the smooth marble floors. Ianto let Jack slip an arm around his waist and frowned at it. “It hasn't changed.”
“No, it doesn't.” Jack patted the side affectionately and rubbed his hand along the grain. “The Doctor said that her chameleon circuit was broken, but I think he just likes her this way.”
“Well she's a bit obvious there,” Ianto pointed out. “We can't just leave her in the foyer.”
“Sure we can.” Jack tightened his grip on Ianto's waist and steered him away. “She brought us here to enjoy ourselves, and I know a couple of old tricks that will help us do just that.” He released Ianto's waist but took his hand and led the way to the counter.
The receptionist looked them over and greeted them with a polite smile. “Good afternoon, sirs. How can I help you this afternoon?”
“Hi there,” Jack smiled at her warmly and leaned on the desk. “We have a reservation.”
“What name, please?”
“Harkness.” He glanced at Ianto and smiled reassuringly. “Stop looking so worried.”
She gave them a curious glance, but kept on with what she was doing. A moment later her eyes widened, just slightly, and her fingers stilled against the screen. “Of course, Captain Harkness. The room is ready for you and your keykas are here.” She slipped two credit card sized pieces of film into a wallet and put it on the desk in front of him. “If you could sign here, please. Is there any luggage you need taking to the room?”
“There is, actually. That blue box over there.” He pointed to it and her immaculate eyebrows rose minutely. “Everything is in there.”
“Of course, sir. If you'd like to visit the bar first it will be in your suite by the time you get up there, otherwise it will be delivered there shortly.” She finished entering their information on the touch screen and gave him the wallet back. “The computer in your room will take you through the services we offer. Should you require anything, please use the computer to request assistance and someone will be with you to deal with your request personally. We hope you have a very pleasant stay with us.”
Jack offered Ianto his arm and led him away. “I bet they do. See this?” He passed Ianto the wallet and flicked it with a finger. “The La Tassita hotel. Jewel in the crown of the Stivaile empire, one hundred floors of luxury rooms and suites, five restaurants, a spa with two private pools, six nightclubs and bars, two full fitness centres, and a luxury shopping centre on the ground floor.”
“I've heard of it,” Ianto confirmed, turning the wallet over and over. Based on the opulence of their surroundings, he guessed that the gold trim was real gold. “Jack, this must cost a fortune. How did you get us in here just like that?”
“Like I said, old Time Agency trick.” The foyer was surrounded by a restaurant, and Jack took them up three steps to the bar, where he pulled a chair out for Ianto. “I'll tell you about it in a minute.”
A bartender drifted over to them and, after glancing at the wallet that was still in Ianto's hand, greeted them with a demure smile. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. What would you like this afternoon?”
“I'd like... an amaretto and orange,” Jack told her. He turned to Ianto and raise an inquisitive eyebrow. “I'm hungry, actually. How about you?”
“Now you mention it, yes.”
“In that case, he'll have an amaretto cocoa, trust me on this one, and a table for two.” Jack gave her a winning smile. “Somewhere secluded, please.”
“Of course.” she waved past them and a server drifted over to join them. “Carli, these gentlemen would like a secluded table for two.”
The server bowed and left and the bartender smiled serenely. “That will be ready for you shortly, sirs. I'll just prepare your drinks. Will you be paying now or putting it on your room tab?”
“On the tab.” Jack took the wallet from Ianto and extracted one of the pieces of film to give to her. “Thank you.”
She took it to the computer a little way down the counter to sign it in, and Jack followed her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He barely twitched, but it was enough for Ianto to realise he'd seen something. “What is it?” he asked as the bartender set the film down on a tray and turned to collect a bottle from the bar. “What did you see?”
“We're in the Degali Suite,” Jack told him quietly. “The best hotel suite on the entire planet.”
Ianto tried not to stare at him, or at the bartender who was stirring amaretto and cream into a cup of molten chocolate. “Who's paying for this?”
“I am.” The bartender set the mug of cocoa on the tray next to a tall glass of orange juice and brought it over to them. Jack picked up the glass of orange juice and raised it to Ianto. “Cheers.”
The server returned to them and inclined his head. “Gentlemen, your table is ready. Would you like me to bring the tray for you?”
“Yes please.” Jack set his glass down again and got up, collecting the film as he did so. They followed the server over to the edge of the restaurant, to a table that had a glorious view of the hotel's grounds but was obscured from the rest of the restaurant by two cascades of gently scented flowers. Jack again held his chair out for him, and bent down when he sat to whisper in his ear, “This isn't a popular table. People come here to be seen, and you can't do that from behind a tropical rainforest.”
He smiled and picked up his mug, closing his eyes to take a sniff. Even that was heavy with rich, layered flavours, and the first sip he took burst across his tongue, smooth and rich, with a deep, creamy bitter-sweetness, shot through with the sharper sweetness of almonds. “Wow.”
Jack grinned and reached across to wipe Ianto's bottom lip with his thumb. “And that's why we have a secluded table.”
Ianto laughed and pulled Jack's hand away. “Okay, I'm sold.” The server returned with their menus and he sat back to accept it. “Thank you.” He opened the menu and admired the unobtrusive way the server hovered. “What would you recommend, then?”
“Well, what are you in the mood for?” Jack leaned back and picked up his menu. “Fish, beef, pork, game, poultry?”
“Fish, I think.” He flipped the page and found the fish dishes. “I don't want to worry you, but there are no prices.”
“I told you, I have it covered.” Jack flipped a page and smiled at him over the top. “Do you trust my skill and judgement?”
“If it's like the hot chocolate, then definitely.”
“Alright, then.” He flipped it closed and turned to the server. “We'll have the Blaquata banquet, with the chocolate dessert. Chef's discretion for the rest. And the wine menu, please.”
“Of course, sir.” The wine menu appeared as if by magic, and Jack accepted it to browse it.
“I think... the Penarth sparkling rosé.” He grinned over at Ianto. “A taste of home.”
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Date: 2011-07-18 12:34 am (UTC)D xxx
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Date: 2011-07-22 12:08 pm (UTC)Gxxx
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:15 pm (UTC)Rose made in Penarth? That must be after it's warmed up a bit....
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Date: 2011-07-22 12:12 pm (UTC)Rosé made in Penarth
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Date: 2011-07-22 06:52 pm (UTC)During the Roman period there was at least one vineyard as far north as York, because it was so much warmer back then.
I am a fountain of useless information :P
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Date: 2011-07-19 04:44 am (UTC)Lovely fluff.
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