AN: Somebody help me! Seriously, I am having a total mental block on my other fic, "I wish it was me you chose"... Any ideas for it, please review it and tell me!
In the meantime, enjoy...
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Jack threw down his pen. It hit the desk with an almighty clatter and promptly fell apart.
"Dammit!!"
If Jack Harkness hated anything more than writing reports on recent events, it was writing his annual update to the prime minister. He gritted his teeth and snatched the pen up, trying to force the two halves together. The cartridge disappeared under his desk.
"Argh!"
Jack also disappeared under the desk, in search of the rogue cartridge.
"Ahem."
Jacks head flew up as he heard the unmistakeable sound of Ianto arriving, just in time to watch Jack make a fool of himself, of course. A torrent of swear words erupted from his mouth as the back of his head made contact with the very heavy, very solid desk. He crawled out slowly, rubbing his head, and found himself at the feet of Ianto.
"Jack.." Ianto grinned down at him, eyebrow raised, "What the hell are you doing?"
The American stood up, dusting himself down and gave Ianto a withering look.
"I'm searching for the meaning of life!" He held up the broken pen, "What does it look like?!"
Ianto laughed and took the pen off of Jack. He fixed it quickly and handed it back. Jack stared at him.
"You just do that to annoy me, don't you!"
Ianto grinned, "Well, that isn't in the job description, I just see it as a perk..."
Jack rolled his eyes and flopped back into his seat. He glared at the paper on his desk. Ianto stood behind him and glanced over Jacks shoulder.
"Annual report?"
Jack nodded, "And I've got writers block! How do you get writers block writing fact!"
The Welshman laughed and nodded, "I know how you feel..!"
Jack glanced at him, curiously, "What..?"
Ianto blushed slightly and stood up straight again.
"Um, never mind, I, uh... coffee?"
Jack grinned and nodded
"That would be fantastic!"
Ianto disappeared, moving faster than Jack had seen him move before...
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Ianto had gotten away quite early tonight. I mean, it was only 11pm by the time he arrived back at his apartment...
He collapsed back onto the couch and opened up his laptop. He typed quickly, his long fingers deftly entering the web address:
FanFiction. net
His eyes lit up as he quickly clicked into his emails as well:
From: FanFiction
Subject: New review on story ID 177867456 from user CpnHarky
"Ianto! You dark horse! I had no idea..."
He loves reviews.
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AN: Reviews. I love them, you love them, Ianto loves them :D
And yes, I do have such writers block that I wrote about writers block... :S
Anyways... Hope y'all liked it!