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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 11, 2011 22:37:00 GMT -5
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Sometimes being the glorified tea boy of Torchwood Three wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Yes, Ianto did more than just make Jack's favorite industrial strength coffee. He cleaned up after them with no questions (but the pertinent ones that he needed to know) asked and occasionally went out with them to do field work...Oh, and he even had the great pleasure of being able to give code names to alien artifacts when no one else could think of one.
But Torchwood was hardly where Ianto had imagined his life ending up. That place had a certain hold on its employees--a hold that was hard to get rid of. He supposed that the one bright spot in all of it was that he didn't have the problem of feeling the need to spill his guts out about his job to anyone. Ianto was perfectly content with keeping all of the emotionally turmoil the job was bound to create inside himself.
And sometimes all of that pent up emotion inside meant that he needed to take much needed days off. But even those glorious days off were few and far between for Ianto because all there was to do on a day off was sit around and think about what had gone on inside of Torchwood or what could possibly be going on in the absence of his presence. It was hard not to think about his place of employment.
Maybe that was because it was hard not to think about Jack. He wasn't sure what he and Jack had going on; all he was sure about was that he wanted it to last forever. He wasn't even sure what to call how he felt about Jack. He didn't think it was love, at least not yet, but it certainly wasn't lust either. And it was thoughts like those that led Ianto to places like the bar he was currently sitting in.
He had decided to travel to London on his day off, even though all of the distance between him and Cardiff couldn't stop him thinking about Jack or his job. Ianto found himself sitting at one end of the bar counter, a glass of gin and tonic right in front of him. He was quite content to ignore and be ignored by the other patrons of the bar. It's not like he could tell them anything, anyways, even if he wanted to.
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Post by nyx on Feb 3, 2011 16:12:24 GMT -5
 Earth. Europe. England. London... Damn, what was he doing here again? This century...this city, hell, this planet. It all sucked. Well, ok, the people were pretty, he'd give it that. And they sure as hell were good in bed. Not as good as in some places, of course. This planet would never match up with the Pleasure District of the Lotus Nebula, not for a million years. Those districts...now, those were amazing. He couldn't wait to get off this rock to get back into space, to get back into the vortex...Unfortunately he had to wait for his VM to stop fizzing and sparking.
The last trip through the Vortex had accidently ended up with several timelines crossing and then the a few tugs on the fabric of reality, and resulted in...a bit of a mess. Which consequently had made his wrist strap through a stop. So getting off this planet was out of the question for now, but there were pretty people to keep himself amused with even if the drink and drugs were crap. And anyway...he'd found a bike. And he'd had quite a good time simply riding it around this shame of a city. Apparantly humans did love a cute guy on a bike. Who'd have guessed.
But now, a small stop was called for. He was rather thirsty, if he thought about it. Of course, he had stopped about...an hour ago, and had a few drinks (not enough to get him drunk of course because urgh - manufactured crap couldn't do that) but he was thirsty again now, and he'd never passed drink rehab. Nowt wrong with it. Nothing at all. It was the mini-Jack (Old Jack, not prissy New Jack) in his head saying that he should really try to do better. But he was in London. Not stinking Cardiff.
He braked hard on his bike (such a pretty model - he was glad he'd stolen it), pulling up outside the nearest bar, before kicking the engine to a rumbling halt. He got off it, jumping down neatly, smirking in the direction of the humans who'd stopped to look at the man riding a bike without a helmet, adding a wink towards the cutest, before turning and heading into the bar, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was a shame he didn't have his red jacket, really, but that one was in his hotel room - red Napoleon era did not go well with the biker look. The biker jacket went better with his bike, and his newly blonde hair (accident - the incident that had ended with his wriststrap throwing a strop had also ended with a few icky burns in his hair, so he'd gone all out and changed it)...and his gloves. He couldn't make such a grand entrance without his jacket or guns, but still. People still turned to look at him as he entered the bar.
Human's just couldn't helpthemselves.
He looked around, one eyebrow raised as he moved through the room, towards the bar...and then stopped, cocking his head to the side as a familiar figure caught his eyes. Oh, now...he hadn't expected that. A smirk crossed his face and he immediently changed, sauntering forwards, his hands still in his pockets. "Well well well...Eye Candy! What an unexpected pleasure.." he purred, dropping into a seat.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 3, 2011 18:07:02 GMT -5
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Ianto wrapped his hand around the glass. He had every intention of bringing the glass up to his lips to take his first sip of his drink. But Ianto was soon going to curse his mistake of deciding not to observe the crowd around him; if he had done differently, he would have noticed the many people turning to eye the newcomer. Ianto would have been able to slither through the hoard of people and sneak away before Captain John Hart spotted him. It would have made Ianto’s night more pleasant and relatively more stress-free.
But, unfortunately, Ianto had chosen his course of ignoring his surroundings—something Jack, no doubt, would have scolded him for doing. Just because Torchwood kept their existence a secret from the general public, it didn’t mean that some people out there didn’t know and that was bound to cause problems, no matter where in the world Ianto found himself. And a big problem had just walked through the front doors.
The words ‘Eye Candy’ were enough to let Ianto know that he could be in some serious trouble soon. His grip around the glass tightened, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. That was all he could do to guarantee that that hand wasn’t going to go flying towards John’s mouth in the next few seconds. One encounter with John was enough. The last time he had seen the man, Ianto had been sent on a hunt to find Toshiko, Owen, and Gwen, all while John had a grand old time tossing Jack off of a rooftop. Sure, no one had died from the encounter and things had almost ended very happily when a bomb had attached itself to John’s heart…but then John had handcuffed himself to Gwen, causing Ianto’s gleeful counting down the time with his stopwatch to turn into a more somber occasion.
Ianto had hoped that that was the last time he’d ever see the man’s face but, lo and behold, it turned out his hope had failed him. Now Ianto had to deal with the man who, frankly speaking, he was kind of jealous of. Ianto knew that he had no right to go poking into Jack’s past love affairs but he couldn’t help be jealous. Jack and John had clearly shared something with each other. Ianto didn’t know what that something was but he had felt it in the bar that night.
His eyes fixed firmly ahead, Ianto heard John take the seat next to him. He knew that ignoring John wasn’t a viable option. The man wasn’t going to go anywhere just because Ianto wasn’t interested in conversing with him tonight. ”It’s Ianto,” he said, still looking at the wall. How he detested the nickname ‘Eye Candy.’ Ianto finally picked up his glass, taking a long swig before setting it back down again. Not all the alcohol in the world in his system could make him willing and ready to talk with John but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
Ianto at last looked over at John. His eyes slightly widened for a moment in surprise at John’s choice of attire. He didn’t know if he should laugh in amusement or shake his head in disgust. Ianto opted to quickly regain his composure instead, lest the slightest thing set John off. ”What do you want?” he asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. He had come here for a quiet evening but, with John here, the evening was going to turn into everything but quiet.
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Post by nyx on Feb 4, 2011 10:19:41 GMT -5
This was going to be fun. What on Earth (literally, and didn't that suck to high heaven) was Jack's Office Toy Boy doing in London? Perhaps, if John was the sort of person who enjoyed deep introspecton, he would have perhaps wondered whether something had happened with Torchwood, whether this one had been kicked out, whether something big and bad had gone down. But he wasn't someone like that, and honestly did not care. But he might as well go with the whole being friendly thing. It was quite a welcome approach on this planet, that. "Yeah, I'm gonna call you Eye Candy. Suits you so much more." He smirked. John wasn't one for names, either. Nicknames were the only ones he could remember, even his own ones. It was only because he was associated 'John' with Earth and Jack that he remembered that one. And of course he remembered's Jack's current name. Wanker always was the exception to ever rule.
He blinked slowly, his expression turning into a perfectly innocent one. "Me? Nothing. Just here having a drink with my old buddy, ain't I?" He beamed, before turning, waving a hand in the direction of the bartender, humming under his breath as a bottle of JD was pushed towards him. He had to admit...Earth alcohol was manufactured shit, but as least English Earth beer was better than American. That was just icky.
Absently, he wondered what the date was. Evidently, it was after their first meeting, which was a rather good thing, because that second meeting wasn't something John ever enjoyed looking back on, and the one that he hated the fact that he couldn't change anything. If this meeting with Eye Candy had been after that second one...well, John was pretty sure he would have a gun in his face. Hmm. Kinky, that was, come to think of it. As he hadn't recieved that, or a fist in the face, which made him grin internally, he guessed it was sometime between the two occasions. And he also grinned because not having a fist in his face? That must mean that Eye Candy did want some company. No matter how deep down it was. How delightful.
However...the date thing...damn, that meant he couldn't kill him. How irritating. Not that he was out to deliberately kill him, of course, because that was too much like planning for the Time Agent to comprehend, and he couldn't be bothered with that. But it was something else that he'd have to make sure he was remembering. John Hart may be a crazy bastard, but he was smart, and messing with Time Lines? You only did that when you had a way off the soddin' planet. And seeing as his wriststrap was currently fixing itself...well, he didn't. Stupid backwater planet. Couldn't even hitch a ride off. Oh well.
He shook his head, lifting the bottle to his lips and immersed himself in downing the liquid fluidly for a moment, drawing his lips away when the tide-line had lowered to about a quater full. And then licked his lips slowly, cocking his head to the side to look at the human. "But humour me, say I'm curious. What's a little tyke like you doing so far away from home?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 6, 2011 9:48:38 GMT -5
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Ianto didn’t see the point in trying to get John to just drop the nickname. And Ianto could think of plenty of his own nicknames that he could bestow upon Captain John Hart but all of those were going to be kept to himself because, unlike John, he actually knew what was and wasn’t considered socially acceptable these days. Besides, Ianto hadn’t come to London looking to get into a bar fight. He was going to behave himself to the best of his abilities, even if John didn’t do the same thing.
He shot a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look in John’s direction at his blatantly false answer to Ianto’s question. ”First off, I’m not your buddy, and I never will be. Secondly, I think I learned enough about you from Jack to know that you always want something.” Okay, that was all mainly conjecture on Ianto’s part. He had learned absolutely nothing about John from Jack, besides what Jack had told everyone during their first encounter with John. Ianto was sure that John would be able to call him out on that lie. He had had the chance to see how secretive Jack was with his past.
Ianto finished off the rest of his drink in one fell swoop and would have ordered another one if it weren’t for his present company. The Welshman knew it would be best to keep all of his wits about him while John was still sitting beside him. John was a relentless little bugger. Ianto had half a mind not to answer his question but maybe—just maybe—answering whatever John had to ask would help make him disappear faster. ”I hardly think that’s any of your business but humor you I will. I took the day off of work and decided that it was the perfect day to take a trip to London. I used to work here and haven’t had many opportunities to come back since I started my job with Torchwood Three in Cardiff.” Ianto mentally cursed inside his head for possibly giving away too much information right there. The last thing he wanted was for John to try and go poking and prodding into his past. Then again, Ianto had the feeling that John could get that information just as easily other ways without Ianto saying a single word about it.
”Now, it’s your turn to humor me…Don’t you have more important things to do than to harass me?” Ianto had the distinct impression that John wasn’t here in London of his own accord. He had the feeling that the Captain wanted to be anywhere but here—that, if it weren’t for Ianto, he already would have gotten himself into some kind of a trouble inside here and moved on to the next bar. Ianto had to caution himself, though, not to believe a single word that came out of the man’s mouth. Jack had thought they needed to take the chance that John had changed and really wanted to help out a dying woman but Jack had quickly learned that that was a huge mistake. Ianto knew that someone like John was incapable of ever changing.
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Post by nyx on Feb 6, 2011 15:08:59 GMT -5
John let himself outwardly relax. Not inwardly, because John Hart (or the man who took that name) was not something who relaxed even when he was alone. It was probably a factor of his genetics, or something, but he was an expert at looking relaxed when in reality? He was pratically in a fighting stance. It was a skill that had come in use so often over the years that he now sank into it without thinking. A reflex reaction, of sorts.
He chuckled, low in his throat, running the tip of his finger around the rim of the bottle, scooping up a few droplets of the liquid there before lifting the finger to his mouth, crooking it and wrapping his lips around it, licking it off. After all, drinking from a bottle wasn't the only way to gain the alcohol. And it was a good thing to immerse himself in, or pretend to immerse himself in, while discretely watching the other man. Because those words had asked for John to watch him, really. In fact, they'd asked for John to laugh loudly and uncontrollably, but he was good at resisting urges like that now. "Honey, Jack may know me better than anyone ever has...but you learnt nothing about me," he said absently, finishing with another small chuckle, "Jack's not one for sharing his past with his boy-toys after all. Or girl-toys."
He wasn't going to deny it when he said that Jack knew him better than anyone. Why should he? It was true, more than true. Just as true as the fact that John knew Jack better than anyone. And...he thought this with a sharp pang running through him, John knew more about his family than even him. And that was something.
"You're still sticking with Torchwood?" John pulled a face, shaking his head in an almost dissapointed manner, reaching up to run his fingers delicately through his hair. Damn, he needed to get it cut. The soddin' nancy curls were starting to show through. Oh, wait, he might read something into that. So he continued quickly, "I don't mean you, don't give a damn about you, although...you would be much better suited to travelling the stars, just saying, but seriously? Sticking with Torchwood as a name? I still say Bikini Cops suits you all so much better."
He gave a small grin. Aww, how cute. Eye Candy was showing pure unoriginality by throwing his words back at him. Gee Whizz...and all that crap. "Nope. This is my evening, harassing you. Although, we could always get up to more fun things, I'm sure." He flicked his tongue out over his lips, hunching over the bar towards him with a small, sexy leer. Well, how could he help it? Omnisexual future-guy here, and Eye Candy was rather cute.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 6, 2011 15:31:08 GMT -5
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So, John had decided to call him out on his lie. Ianto didn’t doubt that he didn’t know a single thing about Captain John Heart. Ianto knew that no matter how he tried to get information out of Jack about his past it was never going to happen. But…What about John on the other hand? After all, John had been the one that had so carelessly mentioned Time Agents in front of the other members of Torchwood. Maybe if Ianto wanted to learn anything this was the perfect opportunity to do so. ”You’re right,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders as if it was no big deal. ”Jack doesn’t tell us a single thing.”
This show of honest sincerity would have been a whole hell of a lot easier if John hadn’t decided to utter his next words. Ianto shot daggers towards John, glaring at him, while he said, ”I’m not just a toy to Jack,” struggling to keep all of the doubt and questions out of his voice. Was someone like Jack capable of really falling for someone else? Jack was going to live forever. Anyone Jack fell for wasn’t (unless there were more people out there like him that they didn’t know about), which meant that he had probably learned over the years how to keep his heart attending on no one but himself. No…Ianto had to get rid of those thoughts. Jack may be many things but he wasn’t someone who would use Ianto like that.
John’s next question had Ianto worried momentarily. He thought it was going to be some offer to come travel the universe with him or something but, thankfully, John quickly further explained himself, allowing Ianto to breathe a sigh of relief. ”I’ll make sure to pass that name off to Jack when I see him tomorrow.” Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. There was no way that Ianto was going to let Jack know John was running around. Then again, it might be wise to make Jack privy to that information just in case John decided to cause them some more trouble.
That little moment of not having anything to worry about was soon gone as John decided to lean in closer to him and let what he was thinking in his mind right now manifest itself quite clearly with that leer. Ianto let his own mischievous grin spread across his face as he folded his arms onto the bar counter and also leaned forward, making the gap between their faces even more narrow. It took all of his effort to look into John’s eyes. The man was very handsome but, instead of making John’s wish come true, Ianto muttered, ”In your dreams,” and pulled away. Ianto remembered very well that John’s kiss could be deadly—paralyzing lip gloss.
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Post by nyx on Feb 7, 2011 10:15:21 GMT -5
John sent him a look. It was a good look, one he had perfected over the years. Charming, polite, sexy, and at the same time, with a clear You're such an idiot tint to it. "Well duh. What, you expect him to talk to you?" He laughed. Actually, he wasn't being mean intentionally. Being mean was something he wasn't even considering at this time, the thought wasn't crossing over his mind. It hardly ever did. John simply said what he thought, and it wasn't his fault that people didn't take it right.
"No, you are, see," he said logically, "Everyone's a toy to him. Course...it's nearly always been that way, sly bastard, but more so now. He won't die. And you humans...you turn to ash far, far too quickly. Playing with you is about all your good for." And he wasn't being mean with that either. Not that John disliked humans - they were pretty and good in bed, but he really didn't care. He was just stating the obvious. Human's did have short lifespans, even in his own time. His people were different, simply because of those boffins who'd been messing around with genetics for generations. "Oh, he might love you. Children love their toys, don't they?" Well...apparantly. He couldn't remember.
He looked at the other man, pursing his lips, considering that. Not that he thought Eye Candy would pass it on, because, despite looking cute, he did look rather boring (but John could do boring, if they were cute, so it didn't fuss him), but no. He shook his head, taking another gulp of his drink. "Nah, you won't. Well, you can't. Can't tell him you saw me, otherwise would mess up timelines. And messing up timelines would make a big mess that I can't get out of because I can't get off this planet for another..."
He paused, before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his wriststrap. It wasn't around his wrist, simply because it kept sending off different types of semi-painful sparks every so often, and the flesh of his wrist was still slightly sore. And scarred. Not battle scarred either, which he could be proud of, but icky scarred. He laid it almost lovingly down on the bar, stroking it so it was stretched out fully, before then harshly prodding at the cover. Ooh, blue sparks. Right then. "...for another six days, I think. After that, feel free to tell him. Your planet that'll get eaten." He smirked at him, an I dare you look replacing the idiot look in his eyes.
That look faded however with Eye Candy's other words, settling into an almost dreamy exteriour. John Hart wasn't a man who was well known for showing all of his emotions. Well, no, that wasn't true, he could show emotions, and took great pride in doing so. They weren't his true emotions, but that didn't count. But the dreamy look was rather true, he would have realised, if he'd been in a introspecting mood. In your dreams? "Oh, you are, Eye Candy. You so are."
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