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"so…you crashed it good and proper and came out without a scratch" Owen said, "But how do you explain Ianto?"
"He's Welsh" Jack said cryptically as he moved away and Owen glared after him.
"He's Welsh" Owen said with equal American swagger and Ianto snorted softly from the sofa where he had watched the exchange.
"Owen, I do have a sore toe" Ianto said with a pout, "Maybe I kicked something?"
Owen rushed over and attacked the foot as Ianto canted his head and after a while he said softly, "Other foot Owen."
Owen huffed and attacked the other one, pulling off the shoe, then sock. He looked intently at the foot and then touched a toe, wriggling it "This one?"
"No, the one with roast beef"
Owen sighed and recited the poem as he pointed to each toe. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy…ah."
Ianto held back a giggle at how childish Owen had just looked reciting the poem as he had hoped he would, glancing up as Andy sat swinging on a chair. He considered and then whistled, wondering if this test would make or break the young man.
Myfanwy answered, Andy's chair legs crashing down as he looked up in time to see her float overhead, his eyes widening as he shot to his feet and whooped with glee, "Awesome! It that real?"
"She is Myfanwy" Ianto said as he reached for a drawer and removed a chocolate bar, flicking it up for her to snatch and bank away to ascend to the rafters again.
"Now that is so cool" Andy was moving to see her again, grinning as she let the wrapper fall like confetti around him. He laughed as he held out a hand to catch some, "She's skinning it, look."
"She doesn't like the foil coming out the other end" Ianto laughed with him, both faces turning up and Jack walked out to watch Ianto's face as it shone.
"Andy, want a job?"
Both men turned to look up at him, their faces shining with delight as he looked down, they looked like little boys watching a kite or something and Jack grinned back at them, "Well...?
"Really? What about Cooper"
"Cooper didn't work out" Ianto said blandly as he started to move away, indicating an end to that conversation as Jack grimaced down at Andy from the catwalk.
"What do you think, beyond the government, above the police…or is it above the government and beyond the police….Tiger?"
"Rwar" came faintly from the kitchen and Jack sniggered softly as Andy's eyes widened for a second then laughter rang out through the Hub and Andy nodded enthusiastically.
"Do I have to sign something in blood? Like…a thumbprint indent? God, tell me I have to be naked while you scan me or something for superhero clothing I wear under my street wear like X-men. We are the T-men. Oooo….. ….I know. We all have matching tattoos on our arses!" Andy gushed and Owen pointed at him as his head popped up.
"See? He thinks it's a good one too" Owen yelled at nobody in particular, "The Torchwood symbol on our butt cheek. If we are blown up heroically saving the world they can identify the charred corpse then as our arse will probably be pristine in our dacks."
Jack blinked as he watched Owen stomp over to regard Andy again, seeing a fellow Muppet in the making, "So. What are your views on using alien tech to get a bird interested for the evening, or maybe one that changed you hair colour for a night."
"cool" Andy nodded and Owen placed an arm around his shoulder.
"Come with me wee Padawan" Owen drawled as he led him off and Ianto exited the kitchen with the tray of mugs to look around.
"Andy?"
"You snoozed love, Owen swooped in and stole him away like the little rat faced thief he is" Jack calls and Ianto huffed.
"Am not a thief" Owen called out happily as he and Andy went through a drawer of tat.
So. Still rat faced.
Jack laughed and went into his office to wait for the sarcastic Welshman who was definitely in need of a bum smack for that one.
Even if he is the only one to hear it.
Naughty Tiger.
Rwar.