A/N: Ok, This has a really bad title (I think anyway) But it's basically moments that are mentioned in the Torchwood Archives or brushed over in the episodes. These are all little fics of what I thought happened :P Set during series 1 & 2 no series 3 coz I won't touch that series. IT DOESN'T EXIST!!! IT NEVER HAPPENED!!!!!!!!
Episode: Day one
Title: Rat Jam
Author: Janto-Addict
Rating: T (References to sex and mild swearing)
Dedication (If Any): Gwencooper08 for her help and support.
Ianto sat on the battered sofa in his workstation staring into deep space. It had been a few hours since Carys had recovered from the Alien and she was currently resting in the vaults. Jack and Gwen were chatting in his office, a quick chat Jack had said but they had been in there for about an hour and a half now. Maybe they had got sidetracked; he wouldn't put it past Jack, knowing how much a flirt Jack was. And Gwen seemed to have an obvious attraction to Jack. Plus, Gwen HAD kissed Jack earlier, but that was just a thank you, wasn't it? Gwen wouldn't do that. She had a boyfriend for Christ's sake! Nah, it was her first day, Jack wouldn't sleep with her that soon would he?! Ianto felt his blood boil and he felt a flush of anger run through his body. Hang on, was that jealousy? He considered this for a moment and realized the more he thought about Jack and Gwen pressed up on his desk, both absorbed in passion, the more jealous he felt. But why? Why would he be jealous? He barely knew Gwen so it couldn't be that and he was straight (As far as he knew) She it couldn't be Jack. Maybe it was because they were together and he scarcely saw Lisa anymore; being locked up in the Torchwood basement wasn't easy, as if he went down there too often Jack would get suspicious. He tried to ignore the jealously that was bubbling up inside him, tried to brush away his thoughts but found it impossible and was drawn to them even more. Thankfully, Owen chose this moment to stride over to him and break him away from his thoughts.
"Alright, mate?" Owen asked, standing in front of a clearly distracted Ianto.
"Hmm?" Ianto looked up at him. "Yeah. Fine."
"Good." Owen nodded. "Look I only just realized that I used a really important container, and a really expensive one too, for the rat jam experiment and I want to use it again, so…" Owen trailed off.
"What?! No way. No bloody way am I cleaning that up!" Ianto snapped.
"Oh, Come on, mate. It's your job to clean up out shit!" Owen spat then stopped abruptly, realizing what he had just said.
"Oh, really? That's what you think?" Ianto asked. Owen didn't have an answer. "Actually my job is the archivist. So it's not 'cleaning up your shit' as you so politely put it."
"Sorry, mate. I didn't mean it like that." Owen sighed. "Please? I'll be forever grateful."
"No, no way." Ianto shook his head. "I'm not cleaning up the remains of a rat, Owen."
"Bet if Jack asked you to you would…" Owen muttered, walking back to the medical bay.
Ianto considered this for a moment then headed to Jack's office. He braced himself before entering; expecting to see quite a bit of bare flesh. He entered and saw Jack sat in his chair, feet up on the desk, he was fully dressed, that was a good sign, and Gwen was on the other side of the desk, leaning back in her chair, she looked tired and warn out and completely and utterly knackered. Her hair was tangled, her fringe plastered to her forehead in utter exhaustion due to how her body was fighting to keep her awake. Her eyes were bloodshot. As Ianto analyzed Gwen, he wondered if she was cut out for this job, then again it was her first day, and then he wondered if he looked this exhausted after his first day. He remembered chasing tiny alien chimps with deadly bites around the entire bay at eleven at night, trying to go unnoticed. That was a difficult task. He realized he had zoned out for way to long and was staring at the roof of Jack's office with Jack's and Gwen's eyes fixed on him.
"Ianto…?" Jack raised his eyebrows.
"What?" Ianto snapped out of his daydream.
"Was there a reason you came into my office or did you just fancy a change of scenery?"
"Hmm…" Ianto thought about it. "Oh yes! Urm, Owen wants me to clean up his rat jam! What do I do?" Ianto asked.
"Do it." Jack said simply. "It's what I hired you to do, sorry. Sure it can't be that bad."
"It's the pulverized remains of a rat." Ianto sighed. Jack grimaced.
"Urg, sorry." Jack smiled softly. "I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever you chose as a suitable thank you." Jack winked at him and Ianto felt his cheeks turn crimson as he exited the office and headed down towards the medical bay.
Owen was sat on the Autopsy table, the Rat Jam box on the table near him. Ianto walked over to the equipment table and slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and walked over to the Rat Jam box a huge frown on his face. Owen beamed at him and went to leave.
"I'm going to make you pay for this." Ianto grimaced.
"Jack ask you to do it, did he?" Owen teased.
"Well… I…" Ianto stammered. "Jack's our boss. I'll do whatever he asks me too." Ianto paused. "I mean like, professionally coz that sounded wrong."
"Yeah." Owen nodded sarcastically. "I know exactly what you meant…" He left the medical bay and headed home. Tosh grabbed her coat and followed. Ianto removed the lid off the rat jam box and stuck his hand in as the fumes of rotting flesh and raw meant traveled through his nose. He was defiantly going to make Jack pay this time…
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Review please! I know it was random but it just sort of popped into my head :P Hope you enjoyed. Lots more funny or fluffy little moments to come :) x
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