©Title: Just Kinda Tragic
Main Characters: The Torchwood Team aka: Captain Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato. Original Characters: Mark Thomson and Jess Thomson
Basic Summary: Strange weather patterns, sunshine one moment, rain the next and Ianto Jones is the first to spot a strange ship in the sky about to crash land.
Genres: Action/Adventure/Humour
Ratings: K +
Warnings: Set just before the Torchwood episode /From Out of the Rain/ series 2. Some references from the Torchwood books Bay of the Dead by Mark Morris and The House That Jack Built by Guy Adams.
Written by Jay Westwood
Beta'd by Patricia Miller©
A lot of strange things had been happening recently and the team had been a little stretched trying to deal with them all, needless to say Ianto Jones probably only knew half of what was going on. Not that he ever seemed to mind all that much, after all, all he was there to do was to make sure things ran smoothly, the adrenaline fuelled side of things were well out of his comfort zone and didn't interest him in the least. He sat in his Tourist Office surrounded by coffee mugs and pizza boxes, writing up paperwork. Yes, everybody else's paperwork- because apparently, Torchwood didn't do paperwork.
He liked being upstairs, away from the Hub for a few hours a day, just to get his head around things, to be able to think, and breathe, and generally move. Of course, downstairs was where all the action took place, and that was even more a good reason to stay upstairs for a while, dare he admit it, sometimes he needed some space from it all. Besides, he opened the Tourist Information Centre, maybe twice a week just to maintain Torchwood's cover, but not many people had been interested in Jack and the Beanstalk pantomime leaflets. He had removed the out dated leaflets and placed the new box of leaflets that had been hanging round doing nothing for a couple of days, up into their categorised holders on the wall and placed a pile on the desk.
One had caught his eye, the Electro Cinema reopening as a museum of local history that was captured on celluloid. The old scenes of black-and-white films were showing. He figured that could be quite interesting and maybe he might get the team to tag along with him, even if that was a long shot, guaranteed to miss.
The rest of the team had decided that, seeing as Ianto didn't have a desk in the Hub, his desk could be the Tourist Office. Of course, he would never admit it, but he liked his own little place to be admin over.
Wasn't he admin over most things?
They set him up a little CCTV system of some basic points in Cardiff, and gave him a computer but, of course, it was his office, and apparently they couldn't spare the computers which he could /slowly/ look up and check data, and whatever else he wanted to check. This computer was just for work, he actually felt a bit like a school kid with a parental control over the damn thing. Basically, it was the Hub, just older, slower and more... retro, would be the nicer term to use.
After sorting out the leaflets Ianto was amused whilst watching something he'd found on a television channel. A game show, the sort of thing he wasn't usually interested in, but he thought he might as well take half an hour off, of doing paperwork to have a little 'me' time. Although the time didn't last too long as a few seconds after he had that wonderful thought, the Tourist Office door burst open wide and the weather outside invited itself in, drenching the floor just inside the room and blowing the paperwork, which Ianto had left on one side, all over the floor, along with some rouge leaflets.
Ianto swore. Loudly. In Welsh.
He grumbled, getting to his feet and poking his head around the door. A few minutes ago, the sun had just been setting for, what he'd had to admit, would be a beautiful day although, beautiful days weren't seen in the Hub. It was underground. Now the torrential rain and wind was lapping against the side of the Tourist Office, obviously churning the water in Cardiff Bay and turning the sky into a swirl of darkness. It didn't make any sense to Ianto as to why it would suddenly turn dark, so his mind decided for him that he would look at the CCTV, scan it back a few minutes, hell, he might find something.
Back at his /desk/, Ianto flicked up the CCTV, three main points in Cardiff: the main street, outside the Millennium Centre, and a few blocks away, again outside the Millennium Stadium. He didn't spot it quickly enough at first, and so had to rewind the CCTV again, but there, just there – a small circular shape in the sky, looking like at any minute it would loose control.
