Stimulus: I could say, but only captainally would know what I was talking about… so I won't.
Spoilers: None
POV: …um…
Dedication: To Ally, the only reason this (and Ianto Jones' Diary – shameless self publicity, whoo) is being updated. Awesome weekend with freaks, geeks and sniffs galore!
For those of you who don't know, myself and the lovely captainally recently attended THE geekiest event ever: Hub 5. (yes, it is a Torchwood convention, and yes, I did get a) a piggyback from GDL and b) sniffed by Kai Owen).
Disclaimer: Oh, please. We all know this all will belong to us one day.
AN: I'm back. Mwahahah!
-x-
There were three phrases Ianto Jones had learnt to fear morbidly since his acceptance into Torchwood Cardiff. The first, inevitably, was "clean up". The second – for reasons none but he and Jack knew, and despite much blackmailing, bribery and bullying did not appear to be sharing any time soon – was "cardigan lady".
The third?
"Ianto…"
A sigh. "What, Jack?"
"Please - "
"No, Jack."
"But - "
"No, Jack!"
A pause.
"Ianto…"
"Jack."
"Look."
With a heavy sigh and a resignation to the knowledge that this was almost definitely not going to go his way, the coffee-boy-come-wedding-fairy tore his eyes from the report he was finishing to look into the puppy-dog eyes of his boss. Jack gestured to the pocket of his military jacket. Obligingly, Ianto looked; there, hidden between thick folds of navy blue, the tiny white blob waved happily to the less-than enthusiastic Ianto. He sighed again. Ianto looked from the adipose to Jack and prepared himself for the four words he had grown to fear so much.
"Can I keep it?"