Disclaimer: Alas, I am sad to announce that I do not own Torchwood.
A/N: Silly little fic that came into my mind.
It was a slow day, as far as the rift was concerned anyway. Ianto Jones was spending some of his time in the Tourist Office for a change. It had been closed a lot lately. Too many things going on, after Tosh and Owen died. He had found himself with nothing to do (well, there was always the Archives for these times) and wanting to relax, so he went up to his old haunt.
He was relaxing in the chair behind the desk, flipping through some of the magazines, seeing what a normal life might be like when the door opened. He looked up and there were two girls there, "Hello." he greeted with a smile, closing the magazine, "How can I help you?"
They looked from one to the other before the one on the left spoke, "We're looking for a few places here in Cardiff that are interesting." She was using a Spanish accent. This was new, he hardly ever got Spaniards coming to Cardiff for holiday. "We'd like some information on Cardiff Castle, the museum, malls, but mostly we wanna know about this Torchwood we keep hearing about."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "We've got plenty of pamphlets for the Castle, museum and malls. I can even help you schedule your day." He pursed his lips, "But I am afraid to say that I don't know anything about this Torchwood you mentioned."
The one the right scoffed, "Well then you must be new here. We keep hearing that this Torchwood is the not-so-secret organization that goes around here. Claims there are two great looking guys."
"And a girl. They say that there used to be two other people - one girl and one guy, as well but they haven't been seen in a while."
Ianto swallowed, "I am not new here. I grew up around here and I can assure you, I have not heard of this 'Torchwood'." He kept his face impassive.
Just then Jack flew in, gun and weevil spay in hand, "Gwen and I are gonna go weevil hunting. Wanna come?"
Ianto clucked his tongue in an annoyed manner, "Sir, I'm busy with-"
"You are Torchwood." One of the women said, eyes lighting up, "No wonder you said you hadn't heard of them."
Jack sighed, "Never mind then, I see you have your hands full. Gwen and I will be back soon. Weevil in hand." He glanced over at the girls and grinned, "Capitan Jack Harkness by the way." They giggled in response. Jack then glanced at Ianto, "Why don't you go ahead and take these lovely ladies for a drink?" He raised an eyebrow, getting the point across.
"Of course, Sir." Ianto nodded, stacking the magazines he had been looking through before the ladies had walked in to the side of his desk.
"Have fun, Yan." Jack blew a kiss to Ianto and nodded to the Spaniards before calling for Gwen and leaving.
Ianto stood up and straightened his already straight tie, "Shall we be off then?"
That night when Ianto was almost asleep Jack asked, "Where those tourists asking about Torchwood?"
Ianto sighed and opened his eyes, "Yep. Said they were looking for the not-so-secret organization."
"Did you get them to their hotel before they fell asleep from the retcon?"
"Mhm." Ianto said, snuggling closer to Jack.
"Ianto?" He looked down at his lover.
"Mm?" Ianto was now down to noises it seemed. Must have been really worn out.
"Do we get a lot of tourists asking about Torchwood?" Jack blinked, wondering what the answer might be.
Ianto didn't even open his eyes as he smiled faintly, "Mhm." And with that Jack could feel Ianto fall asleep.