Stimulus: Jones Ianto Jones
Spoilers: Fragments. Sort of. LOVED that episode :)
POV: Jack
Dedication: gernumblies – the fool who agreed to beta The Diary of Ianto Jones for me :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I own these very lovely drabbles, though. Ever so proud :)
AN: Thank you for reviewing, everyone! I do love y'all :) Easter hols! YAY!!! I am not impressed by the lack of interest in my LiveJournal page, though. Lol :P I think you should all check out Senket. She's awesome :)
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Jones Ianto Jones: gorgeous, liked his coat, good with a cricket bat (he liked that in a man), makes excellent coffee, beautiful accent…
…knows a little bit too much about Weevils.
He can tell already he's going to hire him. He's perfect: informed, smart, hot – and then, just as an added bonus, he's got that extra special 'broken' feel to him that Jack always seems to go for.
As he sits there and stares like an idiot at the Torchwood One picture of the man who prowls through the forefront of Jack's mind every time he closes his eyes now. He tries not to wonder why that is, or what made him that way. He chooses instead to notice that red is so Ianto's colour. Do you think I could get him to wear one of those cute UNIT caps? And what the hell do I make his job title?! Professional hot stuff isn't likely to go down well with the superiors.
"He's cute." He slams the laptop shut. It's Tosh. He watches the red flush creep across her cheeks and winces internally. Fragile, he reminds himself. She's fragile.
"Oh, I know it." He winks, pleased when she smiles and the embarrassment fades. He watches her go to set up and inspiration strikes.
"Tosh, you know you said we should get someone to archive all the crap we have lying around here?"
"And the coffee. Don't forget the coffee. Ours is crap and Starbucks is expensive."
Bingo.