Title: A Series Of Misfortunes
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OMC Tony the Throat
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Tony the Throat picked the wrong place to go into hiding from the law and his disgruntled business partners.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: For the prompt 'Nobody Messes with Tony the Throat', one of the prompts I didn't get around to using for tw100's challenge 288 last year. I've dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one ended up as a triple drabble.
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I Love Janto: Thank you! Jack and Ianto will always remember the Curry Club, and their friends. No Gwen, because this is about Ianto and Tosh's friendship. The only reason Jack and Owen get included is because of who they're dating and eventually married to.
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Sierra: Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Since canon didn't give them the happy lives they deserved, I thought I'd better fix it!
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Guest: Maybe Ianto already knows some of the laanguages, lol! He did work at Torchwood One, after all. I'm sure Jack would be happy to read to him though =)
LOL! Wish I could have been there! I can imagine RTD would be most put out to be told that. Although, I suspect fans of Torchwood have been saying they don't like Gwen for years, RTD Just has selective hearing any anyway, how can anyone not adore pure and perfect Gwen, the paragon of womanhood? *sarcasm by the bucketload*
Gwen is always going on about how terrible it is for Torchwood to use retcon to take people's memories, even though it's usually done to save victims from having to remember terrible things or to prevent people discovering what Torchwood really does and thereby avoiding mass panic. Then she uses it on the man she claims to love so that she can salve her own conscience and get absolution for her affair without having to deal with the consequences. Yeah, that's pretty much the most hypocritical and downright disgusting thing anyone could do. That was the point of no return for most fans of the show, even people who liked Gwen up to that point found her actions despicable. I was so glad Rhys didn't forgive her for the affair.
You should, if you can find time. The CGI might be a bit dated by now, but the performances are still as powerful as ever, it's a joy to watch.
What's that Marx Brotheres quote? "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read." Something like that anyway. Used to be printed on the carrier bags of a national newsagent chain here in Britain. It always made me smile.
I'd probably spy on them first, then talk to them... after, lol!
Thank you, you too!
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sandysan2013: Thank you! This one took on a life of its own. I wanted them to have the happy lives they were denied in canon so I did that, but then my brain decided to jump far into the future to show them still happy fifty years later. It's what they deserve.
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Tony the Throat was a small-time hoodlum turned big-time London gangster. At least, that's the way he thought of himself. No doubt others had a rather different opinion of him, but he was magnanimous enough to believe everyone was entitled to their own opinion.
He'd been doing well for himself until he'd got on the wrong side of some rather more powerful gangsters. Discretion being the better part of valour, he'd decided to make himself scarce until the fuss died down and a few misunderstandings were sorted out.
In retrospect, he might have been better off somewhere that wasn't Cardiff.
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Cowering among the dustbins in a back alley, he watched the monster advancing on him, teeth bared in a snarl. He was trapped, there was no way out unless he could get past the creature, and that seemed unlikely.
Just as death seemed inevitable, a big black SUV screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley and several people leaped out brandishing weapons. They moved quickly and efficiently, spraying the monster in the face then throwing a hood over its head and tying it up. In a matter of minutes they had it stowed in the SUV's boot.
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Two men remained in the alley, one in a vintage coat, the other wearing a stylish suit easily matching Tony's in quality.
The suited man approached him.
"Are you alright, sir?" he enquired calmly, then frowned. "Wait a minute, I know you." He turned to the guy in the coat. "Better call in Detective Swanson, there's a warrant out for this one. Tony Selby, self-styled gangster. Pulled a huge heist a few weeks ago."
"What did he steal?"
Suit guy smirked.
"It was supposed to be high-end electronics, but this genius stole the wrong truck and got inflatable bananas instead."
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The End