Chapter 7: Discussions & Grumblings
"So what are we going to do about the mythical twosome?" Ianto mused as he slipped out of the bunk, highly aware of the Captain's lustfilled gaze following his bare frame. "Because we can't very well keep one of the most famous duos of literature locked in a secret base can we?" he stated as he headed over to the side and started to pull on his carefully folded clothing.
Jack didn't speak for a long moment, too absorbed in watching every inch of the Welshman's flesh be covered by the usual three piece tailored suit. "Can't we worry about that later Yan. You're taking away my entertainment" he moaned, a frown growing upon his handsome face.
"Jack. It's only been ten minutes since you had me. Even if I wanted to it wouldn't be physically possible." he rolled his eyes and grabbed a pair of boxers, tossing them towards the Captain. "Now up" he ordered.
"I already am 'up' Ianto" he winked, the frown replaced by a suggestive smirk.
For the second time in a minute his eyes rolled, Jack's insatiable appetite once again taking hold. "We have work to do Jack. You know very well that this is high priority." Tucking his stopwatch back into his pocket he turned back to the naked alien. "Upstairs" he stated, eyes stern. After one last lascivious gaze of his own he turned and clambered up the ladder emerging into the hub looking as pristine as always.
"Ah coffee boy. Time to brew a batch" Owen teased jovially, mood greatly improved from the day previously. "And would you care to explain to me why the hell we've got the King bloody Arthur and his wizard chum running around the base? Found them in the prison cells last night. Think Janet gave them quite the scare."
"Hmmm fortunate they didn't press any buttons at least. Wouldn't do to have a shredded King to send back." Ianto stepped across the room swiftly towards the coffee machine. "I should've been watching them but I was...occupied"
"Is that what you two are calling it these days? You know between your constant humping and Gwen's green eyed monster it's like i'm drowning in hormones" The doctor muttered, turning back to his computer and typing.
The archivist blushed but didn't make any comment to the contrary, simply quickly yet efficiently making up a batch of his own special mix of coffee. He set a cup beside his colleague and peered onto the screen. "Any idea what effects that blood might have on a human subject then?"
Owen lifted the coffee to his lips and took a long sip. "None at all. I thought for a little bit that maybe it rendered someone a bit off colour but...well I only had one confusing moment yesterday and that was when I couldn't get my mouth to work properly."
"Mmm such a travesty. The world would be lost without the fountain of knowledge that is Owen Harper." Ianto quipped, an amused smirk growing upon his face.
"Oi. Shut it you" Owen frowned as he shoved the archivist playfully in the chest. "It was when I was talking to your house guests. I was chatting away and then all of a sudden zilch. Like i'd been silenced. All I was going to do was great the bloody sorcerer."
Ianto pursed his lips in thought. "Hmm maybe it wasn't the weevil blood at all, maybe it was Merlin. It's quite possible in that time having such power would be kept secret unless you wished to be burnt at the stake. He may not have wanted you to reveal a secret of his..."
"All that power at his disposal and a lifetime of secrets, sounds very familiar." The doctor muttered as he tapped at the keyboard once more, typing up Ianto's theory amongst several other potential reasons for his lapse in speaking.
"Any coffee going for a handsome leader?" Jack asked as he emerged into the hub, his braces slung over his blue shirt.
"I don't know. I'll go and ask Arthur shall I?" Ianto chuckled as he returned to the coffee machine and poured out a second cup for Jack.
"Oh Yan. Pretty and funny. Didn't you just win the entire gene pool." he took the mug from the Welshman and brought it to his lips, moaning happily as the caffeine worked its way into his body. "Thank you Ianto."
Owen huffed in irritation and hunched forwards in his chair. "Can you two take the flirtation elsewhere, some of us are trying to get some work done down here"
"That makes a nice change for you Owen." Jack joked as he started to walk away, Owen frowning at him as he passed.. "You know if the wind changes your face will stay that way."
"What bloody wind. It's always like a bloody sauna down here. We may get free dental care but who do I go to when my bloody insides melt to liquid. I'd complain to Human Resources if I didn't know that that was the phrase you used to get the coffee boy to 'tend to you'."
A light flush dusted the Welshman's cheeks. "For a secret organisation it seems we have very few secrets." he said as he followed Jack's path towards his office. "Do you want me to call the rest of the team in early Sir to discuss our current situation?"
Jack raised his feet onto the desk, crossing his legs as he leaned back into the chair. "No. Not for now at least. I'm trying to come up with ways to get them home but i'm only coming up with one possible option...I just hope he'll come."
Ianto covered the burst of jealousy that rose to the surface with a smile. The Doctor. That must be who Jack was referencing. He knew very well that the mysterious alien was the only person the Captain would trust when he was out of his depth. The same man that Jack had run off with leaving the Torchwood team in the lurch. "If you believe that is for the best Sir" he answered obediently. "I'll go and retrieve breakfast for our guests. I believe Owen orders from the Deli often enough under the name Torchwood" he murmured as he slipped from the office/
"Definitely a secret organisation with very little secrets." Jack muttered under his breath as he withdrew his phone and dialled a much unused number. "Doctor? It's Jack. I need your help"
