Hello Janto fans I got another fic for ya. And this time I've got Gwen bashing. There are not enough words in all time and space to describe how I hate, loathe, etc. this she beast. Why couldn't BBC take a page from a horror movie and kill the whore bitch first?
Anyway here's some Janto.
"Sorry to interrupt your shag," Gwen stated still red in the face from catching her handsome boss Jack and the tea-boy going at it.
The way she said it made Jack bristle, then even more so when he saw Ianto flinch at the word shag. He knew how much that word hurt and crushed his Welshman's confidence.
"You didn't. You did however interrupt me making hot passionate wreathing love to my boyfriend?" Jack corrected. Ianto blinked and openly gaped in awe and the American. Seeing nothing but seriousness on his face, his heart swelled in love and pride at Jack's claim to him.
"B-boyfriend?! Jack you can't be serious," Gwen protested. "Quite," Jack stated, crossing his arms aura very intimidating.
"He's not your type," Gwen counted.
"Oh, what is my type then?" he growled low in his throat.
"Someone who's not boring or has betrayed you or-"
"Enough," he interrupted softly, but it worked as well as if he fired off his Webley. "Gwen Elisabeth Cooper-Williams, I don't ever want to hear you talk like that about or to anyone, especially my Yan. You see I love him dearly because of those, as you put it, 'boring' things.
"Now back to the topic that started this unwanted conversion. I told you to drop that case. I am the leader of Torchwood and I tell you want case you will or will not investigate. Any action taken against my orders will be taken as an act of mutiny not only to Torchwood but the Crown and will be removed from their position and dealt with harshly.
"But I rather it not come to that, so instead you are suspended for two weeks with no pay, and will asked to leave your Torchwood keys and phone and the front desk when you leave, so you won't come and bother Owen or Tosh. They finally stopped dragging their feet with each other and need their time together not your whining. It's a serious mood killer.
"Ianto, shall we?" Jack asked while offering his arm in true gentlemanly fashion.
Ianto looked at Jack with more love then in all of time and space. Then proved his feelings of love and admiration at Jack defense of him, by taking Jack's arm and locking them in his office to finish that game of Naked Hide and Seek.
Neither paid any attention to Gwen's shrieking protests at being ignored.
Ianto knew from that day on that while Gwen might be the heart of Torchwood, she would never be the heart of Jack.
There it is. Let me know what you think. My mind is already working on more.