Creator's Note:
Dan, I've done it. It's your Ianto/Xander pairing, possibly for just you (although I'm hoping others will partake of an interest in it.) This is the sequel to my unique and acclaimed "In Good Company" storyline. Yes, folks more Buffy meets Torchwood (with a bit less singing this time)! And yes, Spike and Willow will both be back for this one too. Tee hee
All good reviewers get some of the double fudge brownies I made for my birthday yesterday.
Oh, yes, and I'm not Whedon, Davies, the BBC, whatever channel Buffy reruns are on now, any of the characters (although a look a bit like Oz and I would leave you for Angel or Harkness/Jones.). Any similarities to this or any event in real life are purely coincedental.
And killing Tosh off was one of the worst things/best cliffhangers I've ever had the pleasure of squeeing through in Torchwood. It's right up there with KKBB, Adam, and that scene from Adrift tee hee.
--On With the Show!--
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How are things, Jack?
To (Ianto): Couldn't be smoother. Just finished with my log for this week.
To (Jack): Well, that's productive. How's he doing?
To (Ianto): Looks like he's about to wake up.
To (Jack): Good, I was starting to worry...about your sheets.
To (Ianto): Chuckles
To (Jack): What's so funny?
To (Ianto): This has nothing to do with the sheets, does it?
To (Jack): Well, aren't we self-absorbed?
To (Ianto): Admit it, Jones, you miss me.
To (Jack): Guilty as charged, sir.
To (Ianto): Oh, come on with that sir stuff. You're gonna hurt my feelings one of these days, Ianto.
To (Jack): As tempting as that sounds
To (Ianto): Don't make me come out there.
To (Jack): I have actual work to do.
To (Jack): Did I just miss something?
To (Ianto): Sigh. Oh, I think he's waking up.
To (Jack): See if he wants a coffee.
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How about a cuppa?
To (Owen): Don't you have better things to do then bother me?
To (Ianto): I bet you'd come if it were Jack asking.
To (Owen): I'm going to unplug your video game, Owen.
To (Ianto): Now, now. Let's not be hasty tea boy.
To (Owen): Haste is my middle name.
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Ianto? Are you busy?
To (Owen and Gwen): So, you both need coffee? What if I was actually giving someone information?
To (Ianto): What if you were ordering me a pizza?
To (Owen): You can't eat pizza. Or drink coffee for that matter.
To (Ianto): But it makes me feel a bit more human...
To (Owen and Ianto): Oi. I hate to break up the love fest, but Jack needs you. He says Xander wants to give you a compliment.
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Ianto? The searches are finally back in. I've got information on him.
To (Tosh): I gathered. Best come back and see this for myself, then.
To (Owen): Guess you'll have to wait a bit on your coffee.
To (Gwen): We have a land line phone. Don't you have actual work to do today?
To (Ianto): Oh, come on, tea boy!
To (Ianto): See you soon then.
To (Ianto): Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?
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Hey babe!
To (Rhys): What are you doing online?
To (Gwen): Can't I just surprise you with hello?
To (Rhys): What do you need, then?
To (Gwen): Well, aren't we miss suspicious today?
To (Rhys): ...
To (Gwen): Fine, can you tape Wife Swap for me? I'm having a curry and poker night with the boys. You'll be home then, right?
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The door to the hub rolled back and Ianto Jones joined the small queue of people that had hovering eyes on Jack's office. Ianto whispered to Toshiko, who preceded to jump.
Ianto: So, what do we know about him then?
Tosh: Ianto, you've got to get louder shoes.
Owen: She's right, mate. You can be bloody creepy sometimes.
Gwen: Can we talk about Ianto's foot patterns later?
Tosh leads the group over to her computer, where through some efficient key clicks, she brought up a small gamut of information on Xander Harris, aka "The King of Cretins".
Owen: How in the devil does someone get a name like "The King of Cretins".
Gwen: What were the air quotes for then?
Owen: (stiffening) Well, a nickname like that warrants air quotes, doesn't it?
Ianto: (shoots Owen and Gwen a look) It says here he grew up in California. Must have been on vacation.
Tosh: In the tiny town of Sunnydale, or should I say the former town of Sunnydale.
Owen: Bloody hell, look at that body count. Even before the...meteor?
Gwen: Can you pull up a shot of the town as it currently is?
Tosh: As much as I hate to admit it, I can do that using Google Earth.
Ianto: So I'm guessing you won't be teasing Gwen anymore about using Google to find out things about Death.
Tosh: (who precedes to give Ianto a death glare and ignore that last comment) Even I can tell this wasn't the work of a meteor.
Ianto: Most definitely. Those line breaks in the earth are too clean.
Gwen: But how does one town just cave in?
Jack: (who stands at the doorway of his office) Why don't we just ask the visitor our self?
Ianto: Can I get him anything?
Xander: (who walks out of the doorway under Jack's arm) Are you Ianto?
Ianto: If it was a bad cup of coffee, it wasn't Owen.
Owen: Oi!
Xander: Well, good, then you're the one that makes that fantastic coffee.
Xander takes Ianto arm in arm and almost drags him away, at least that's what he'd admit to, to the kitchenette, while everyone else just watches them walk away. Jack then retains heavy fire from three distinctive Torchwood team glances.
Jack: So, I'm guessing you want a meeting?
Owen: Well, that would be nice.
Tosh: He must not be a threat then.
Gwen: (under her breath) Or he's another one Jack's slept with.