Stimulus: Unspoken apologies
Spoilers: S2E06
POV: No specific POV
Dedication: Whoever invented the beret. I have one – it's burgundy, and I look rather smashing in it ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do, however, own John Barrowman. Oh, yes – I've got the leash and everything ;) (That man is too sexy for his own good).
AN: Running out of inspiration here, people… help?!
-x-
"Ianto."
Ianto didn't look up. He focused his attention on the coffee pot, glaring. Jack scowled at him.
"Ianto."
"Busy."
"A watched pot never boils."
Ianto rolled his eyes. Jack took advantage of his silence to advance slightly. Ianto shifted his weight away from the older man, who pouted indignantly.
"I have something for you."
"Unless it's an apology, I don't want it."
Jack sighed dramatically. "Fine. You win. I'll just leave it here…"
Ianto didn't look.
Even when Jack was gone, he didn't look. That would have been admitting that Jack had won. And that would never do. Jack was rude, Jack was arrogant, and he deserved this.
Despite Jack's warnings, the coffee pot did boil, and Ianto busied himself in a flurry of coffee beans and steam until he had long forgotten about the thing on top of the table to his left when he made the mistake of turning, tray in hand…
There, sitting on the counter, was a red beret bearing the phrase 'UNIT'. Coffee and milk crashed to the floor.
Well, a small part of Ianto offered as he sprinted up the stairs to the office of a smirking American captain who definitely looked a little too smug, we can't win all the time.