Stimulus: Furby
Spoilers: None.
POV: Ianto
Dedication: Everyone who reviewed; TWENTY FIVE!!! WHOOOOOO!! LOVE YOU ALL!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I did, however, own a Furby, until I accidentally on purpose let my cat at it. Oops?
AN: Enjoy, you lovely people :)
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Ianto Jones – despite what some might say – wasn't one to get scared easily.
He'd faced a weevil with nothing but a baseball bat.
He'd tempted a pterodactyl with dark chocolate.
He'd even been hit on by a giant mushroom and not batted an eyelid (he was really hoping that one wouldn't show up on his files).
Between dead friends coming back to life again, sports car driving blowfish and unblocking Jack's drains (he really, really didn't want to know), Ianto didn't really get time to be scared.
There is an exception to every rule.
When Ianto Jones looks up and sees Jack Harkness with that expression on his smug, 'I'm-doing-something-I-probably-shouldn't' face…
That's when he really gets scared.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"I know that face. That face isn't nothing. Tell me."
"Nope."
"Jack…"
"Shan't."
"NOW."
"Hmmm… I think not."
"Jack, I – what is that? Behind your back?"
"This? This is, um, nothing…"
"Give it to me!"
"No!"
"JACK-"
A brief scuffle followed; Ianto, quicker and generally more agile than the older man, won. He stood, horrified, staring at the small furry thing in his hands. Jack pouted.
"It was supposed to be a birthday gift."
Silence.
"Well? Do you like it?"
"Mama," the Furby cried.
"Um…"