Title: Teacup Tempest
Charaters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Owen kind of
Rating: K+
Genre: general
Spoilers: None
Summary: Ianto, ever the walking dictionary stops Jack in his tracks but the tempest in a teacup can become a full-blown storm.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Torchwood and the characters involved are property of the BBC
Word Count: 312
tea·cup /ˈtiˌkʌp/
tee-kuhp
–noun
1. a cup in which tea is served, usually of
small or moderate size.
2. a teacupful.
—Idiom
3.
tempest in a teacup or teapot, a disturbance or uproar about little
or nothing.
Jacks anger could be felt even from the archives where Ianto was currently hiding. It was only when silence befell the Hub again that Ianto moved back to the main area. He knew it wasn't over, not at all, but this was the calm before the storm and the moment that Ianto needed to step in before someone got hurt, possibly Owen.
What had been done to piss the Captain off so spectacularly? It was nothing really, the smallest mistake that Jack had picked up on and blown out of all sense of proportion. How was he to know that Owen had switched the coffee's around so that Ianto had ended up serving the Captain a horrible blend of decaf instant coffee?
As he began to walk up to Jack's office, the Captain himself emerged and with anger radiating from him appeared to be making a beeline for the medic. Ianto just about managed to position himself in front of Jack before the storm hit and he spoke clearly.
"Tempest in a teacup or teapot; a disturbance or uproar about little or nothing."
It seemed to do its job and managed to distract the Captains attention.
"What?" Jack visibly blink a few times and took a moment to register what it was Ianto had said.
"Jack, think about it. Is there really any basis on which you can actually throttle Owen?" When the Captain didn't answer Ianto carried on. "I thought not, so why don't you go back to your office, calm down whilst I make you a proper cup of coffee and I'll join you momentarily."
The speed that the Captain took off barely gave Ianto a glimpse of the grin plastered to his face. The archivist simply shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen to brew Jacks coffee. The man was far too easy to placate.
