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Chapter 1
Ianto
It was just another day at Torchwood. Well, I'm not sure if 'normal' was the right word to use, but it's the only one I could think of. Owen was being his usual arrogant self, which Tosh adored, while Gwen battled him soon causing an argument. Jack stayed up in his office the whole time, glancing out of his office every so often, coffee in hand. And me? Well, I was down in the Archives, of course. Making sure everything was in place and catalogued made me relax a little. Unless Owen, Jack or Gwen came down here unsupervised and messed it all up – though it was rare Gwen did that. Tosh was the only one I trusted, since she seemed to accept the fact that I liked everything kept a certain way.
So, yes, I was in the Archives, straightening things out. It seemed that someone – either Owen or Jack...possibly both – had slipped in and moved everything about. I was far from relaxing a little. If anything, I was even tenser than before. Shrugging off my jacket, and placing it carefully over a chair, I sighed and went about putting things back where they belonged.
"I need to get a security system for this place." I muttered to myself, as I moved things around. "And only I will know the damn code."
That sounded like a good plan really. At least it meant no one would actually be able to interrupt me. I would just have to find a way to install it without anyone noticing. And that would be rather difficult to do with Jack living in the base.
"Oh, I don't know about that, Ianto." a voice said from behind me.
"Ffyc! Jack! A ydych yn ceisio dychryn fi i farwolaeth?!" I yelled, jumping into the air, slipping into Welsh.
I dropped the papers that I had collected, as I spun round. I shut my eyes and groaned as the papers floated down to the ground around me. I leant back against the wall behind me. It would take so much more time to put all the papers back into the correct orders and piles.
"Ok, I recognise the first two words as 'fuck' and 'Jack'," Jack chuckled, trying not to burst into hysterics. "But what the hell did that last part mean?"
I sighed, folding my arms across my chest, and opening my eyes. Jack just stood there, leaning against one of the cabinets, in his usual attire. White undershirt, light blue button down shirt tucked into black trousers, held up by deep red braces. Though his grey World War Two coat was nowhere to be seen. He was smirking, as always.
"I said, 'Are you trying to scare me to death?'" I muttered, letting my head hit the back of the wall.
"Now, why would I want to do that?" Jack asked rhetorically, smirk still in place.
I sighed, slumping against the wall even further, slightly exasperated. I couldn't help but smile a little though when I did finally look at Jack properly though. He was just a big kid really, and the thought of that just made me chuckle.
"Thought I'd let you know that you having some shooting practice. Tonight." Jack told me, smirk growing. "With me."
My eyes widened slightly. Surely, I didn't have to go through this again. With everything the team had had been through, surely I didn't need any practice shooting.
"Sir?" I asked, confused.
"You need a bit of work on your aim, Ianto." Jack replied, chuckling. "Tonight. Weapons locker. After everyone's left."
Jack's expression never faltered, as if permanently carved into just that one. He pushed himself off of the cabinet, standing to his full height and, slowly, started walking out of the Archives. This was going to be a very long day.
The Archives took two and a half hours to sort out, half of that time consisted on sorting out the papers that had scattered all over the floor. I glanced at my watch, when I had finally but the last artefact away in the correct place, seeing that it was three in the afternoon. I sighed to myself, figuring that the rest of the team would probably be waiting for coffee. So, plastering on a neutral expression, I walked out of the Archives and into the main part of the hub. I collected mugs as I made my way around, guessing Jack's was in the kitchen – it was more of a kitchenette, but it was easier just to say kitchen.
I was right. Jack's mug was already waiting in the kitchen, right beside the coffee machine. But he and Owen weren't getting off lightly. Just because I didn't know which one mucked up everything in the Archives, didn't mean either of them would go without knowing I wouldn't fight back. And instant decaf coffee really was the best punishment against an arrogant medic and a horny captain. Especially when they were already hooked on my coffee. A small, sly smile worked its way onto my face as I started preparing the two lots of coffee. It was a good thing I knew which mug belonged to whom, otherwise I'd be screwed.
As I walked out of the small-ish kitchen, with the mugs on a tray, I placed a neutral expression back on my face, trying hard not to let anything slip. I went to Tosh and Gwen first, making sure that I would mix up any mugs if I went to Owen first. As always I went to Jack last, but before he could say anything to me after I placed his mug on his desk I walked out of his office. I made my way down the stairs and back into the main hub as quickly as I could, not able to maintain a neutral expression any longer.
"You ok there, Ianto?" Gwen asked, as she saw me walk past.
"Oh, I'm more than ok, thank you, Gwen." I grinned.
I placed the tray back in the kitchen, before slipping back out.
"Ianto, what have you done?" Tosh asked, curiously.
"You'll see." I chuckled.
I held up a hand, slowly bending in my thumb and fingers, counting down the seconds. As soon as my last finger fell, my hand closing into a fist and dropping it to my side, Owen ran up the steps from the autopsy bay at the same time that Jack came flying out of his office, both with identical looks of disgust on their faces. I just laughed, Tosh and Gwen following close behind me. Owen and Jack both glared at me, Jack's lighter than Owen's.
"Ianto!" Owen yelled. "What the hell?!"
"You mess with the Archives, I mess with you." I shrugged, continuing to laugh. "And since I didn't know which one of you did, I decided to go for the both of you."
This was turning out to be a good day. So far.
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