Disclaimer: Still not mine!! i curse the BBC for owning them
A/N: This came into my head while me and scout girl were talking on the LJ adn this is what came from that!
The hub was extremely empty apart from Ianto, the others had gone off on a call about a flying pepperpot. Ianto had recognised the description of it. It could only be a Dalek! But there was something strange about the description, it was like the salt dough Daleks that Jack and himself had made only weeks ago, they had gotten hit with an alien weapon, all Owens fault of course, cause one minute they're there and the next their gone, even the left over salt dough. They hadn't had time to bake them or paint them, which was kind of a shame as they were almost life-like, except these were the size of a small dog.
Ianto couldn't help but recall what had spurred him and Jack onto making the Daleks, Ianto had been telling Jack about Canary Wharf, and the sphere in which the four Daleks came out, they even had names, there was Dalek Sec, Dalek Thay, Dalek Caan and Dalek Rabe and the Genisis arc came out too. Even that boy, that Mickey Smith, who had touched the Arc, to make it open and to release all the other Daleks.
Jack had then in turn told Ianto about his own encounters with the Daleks at the gamestation, and how they had cornered him and had exterminated him, only for him to come back to life and to find them as a pile of dust. Ianto had listened intently, he was getting background information on the captain…
"Ianto!"
"Yes sir?" Ianto asked, only just noticing he had sat down in Jack's chair, "Sorry sir, I only sat down for a minute I swear!"
"Hey Yan, it's okay, what were you thinking about?" jack asked him as he took his seat from the young Welshman.
"Hmm, the Daleks we made." Ianto said as Jack pulled him into his lap and started nuzzling into his neck.
"Well, we have our babies home now," Jack told Ianto bringing a bag from somewhere 'how does he do that' Ianto thought, "All four of them, they call themselves 'The Cult Of Salt Dough' and the spare Salt Dough is called 'The Salt Arc'" Jack told him, as he handed the bag to Ianto and barked out a laugh as he dropped it when one of the things tried to exterminate him!
"I just don't know how to get rid of them." Jack was saying as he started to reach for Ianto's jacket buttons.
"I know, flour!" Ianto practically jumped out of Jacks lap.
"I beg your pardon, I never did see myself as a flower before." Jack said rather amused and also annoyed at his young lover, looking likehe had the secret to life in his head.
"No Jack, FLOUR, you know, the white stuff, and no it's not milk, but what you bake cakes with!" Ianto shouted out of pure excitement.
"Yeah." Jack replied slowly.
"Well, my mam always said that if you put flour on salt dough it would turn into what it was before the ingredients were mixed together!"
"Ianto, did you realise your rambling?"
"Sorry, but all you need is flour to kill them."
"Yeah, I heard you the first time Ianto!" Jack said with a laugh and went over to the younger man and took his head in his hands and kissed him passionately before heading to the door to ask for some flour.
By the time the flour came 'The Cult of Salt Dough' had already started getting themselves out of the bag they were trapped in, so Ianto picked it up carefully and quickly opened it so Jack could pour the flour in, as soon as it was done Ianto closed the bag again and started to mix the mini-Daleks and the flour together until there was nothing more than flour and salt.
"Now that that is done guys, you can have the rest of the day off, I have a tea-boy to make use of." Jack ordered.