Title: Myfanwy want to join the game.
Characters: Myfanwy, Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Beta: tempusdominus10
Words count: 695 more or less.
Written for: lady_of_the_hub but doesn't fit the prompt.
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Again the boys were playing at that silly game. More than once she had pondered the rules and tried to sort out the purpose. They always played when it was only the three of them left in the Hub. But she was never invited to join in.
Once or twice she had tried to remind them she was there, only to be rewarded with a chocolate bar then sent back to her hatch. It was frustrating; she wanted to join the game.
As usual, they were fighting over a glittering toy. Funny thing; the winner would always give it back to the loser, fitting it nicely around his wrists. Afterward, there would be a lot of giggling and other strange sounds, -punctuated with shouting-, until the two players would end up exhausted and completely untangled.
She watched as they rolled on the floor; gravity on a slack grip pulled the toy out of reach, tossing it away from grasping hands. Immediately she dove, catching it. She explored it with her tongue, tasting metal and sweat... and faint residues of chocolate bar. This time she was going to play, whether they liked it or not.
"Myfanwy!" the younger one shouted, clearly upset.
The older one just laughed.
"Seems like we've a new player," he commented.
"Sorry, but I'm no game," the younger one replied.
She landed on one of the upper catwalk-barriers of the Hub where they couldn't get to her, playfully showing them the confiscated toy. Tonight she was going to play and be the winner.
"Give it back," the young one shouted.
Right. She had to give it back, it was the rule. But which one of them would she choose? The younger one had been her friend forever, but the other one was more fun and much more generous with the chocolate.
"Myfanwy," the young one called out again.
"I think we're going to either give it up or negotiate," the older one stated.
"Okay I'll get the chocolate."
Now –that- was progress. The older one was undoubtedly the wisest.
She dove, making a nice swirl around the cave before landing on a spot not too far but still out of reach. There, instead of keeping the funny toy in her beak, she grabbed it in her claw by the little chain linking the rings of metal together and waited.
"Oho," the older one said. "I think we've got a problem."
Oh yes, a problem, Myfanwy thought to herself, because you really thought I was stupid enough to release my prey to catch a chocolate bar you're very likely to only pretend to throw at me? Like you haven't done it before. Send the chocolate and then you'll get your toy back.
"You may think I don't know what you're up to..." the young one said, showing the chocolate. "Your choice. You give it back now, or I feed Jack with your treat, and you know he will eat it all," he added dangerously waving the chocolate under the older one's nose.
"kiiiiiiii!" she yelped, a resounding no.
"Be a good girl, give me the handcuffs back and you'll get your snack. Play dirty and you won't have chocolate for a while."
If anyone was going to play dirty, he was the one. He may –know- her, but the reverse is also true.
"Let me try something," the other one said, taking the chocolate bar.
For a second she feared he would eat it on the spot. He could be very gluttonous sometimes... -she remembered.
"You're going to be a nice girl, right? Come and get it," he said, coming toward her, taking the chocolate bar between his lips and showing it to her.
She glanced at the young one; he had stepped back. She dove, catching the chocolate, but the older one had snatched her claw, – he was really heavy—and was trying to disengage the toy from her grip. She was pleased. Wasn't this what the game was about, trying to capture that ridiculous toy?
She was stronger, but he wouldn't let go, so she decided to carry him to her nest. At least this one was willing to play with her. If the younger one wanted to join in, he very well knew the way up. And he would be welcome.