The Way To A Weevil's Heart
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laliginFandom: Torchwood (you should know that by now)
Pairing: Janet/Myfanwy (OTP!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 770
Summary: Strange things are happening in the Hub. And Jack's suspicious...
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw_calender, Day 4 in the run up to Valentine's. (Also to be found in the comm there - but I'm pedantic and like to keep all my fic in my journal, just in case.)
The Way To A Weevil's Heart
When Jack catches Tosh descending from Myfanwy’s nest with a spray bottle in one hand and a thick leather gardening glove on the other, he double takes, but then dismisses it. After all, there could be a perfectly obvious and legitimate reason for her being up there. Pterodactyl health-check or something. He wouldn’t want to ask and be told that she’s only following his own standing orders.
He makes a mental note to try and bring it up in casual conversation with Ianto later.
And then promptly forgets.
~*~
It’s only a couple of days later, when he bumps into Ianto returning from the Weevil cells, that he’s reminded of the matter. Ianto’s carrying another one of those spray bottles and has the matching leather glove to Toshiko’s.
“What are you up to?” Jack asks, stopping in Ianto’s path and clasping his arms around himself as Ianto comes to a halt.
“Feeding the Weevils,” Ianto tells him, with one of those perfectly blank expressions he’s mastered over the years.
Jack gives him a disbelieving look and opens his mouth to ask again. Ianto hitches up one eyebrow ever so slightly.
“Are you feeling quite well, sir?” he asks calmly, and Jack hesitates a moment longer. “Should I ask Owen to give you a checkup?”
“Uh…”
Ianto holds his gaze unflinchingly, with that eyebrow still raised, and Jack backs down, stepping aside so Ianto can pass and saying, “No. No, I’m fine. Never mind.”
Ianto inclines his head a little, and walks on.
Jack stares after him and frowns, feeling distinctly like he’s just been conned.
~*~
“It’s definitely working on Janet,” Ianto’s telling Tosh quietly when Jack casually wanders past them the next day. “I think we might be ready.”
“Good. Myfanwy’s been getting restless again,” Tosh responds, keeping her voice low.
“Tonight, then?” asks Ianto, and Tosh nods, then glances behind them.
Jack pretends he never stopped, and keeps walking.
~*~
Some time past seven that evening, the others call it a night. Jack tells them he’s heading out to wander the city, and Tosh and Ianto both wave farewell, claiming that they’ve just got a few more things to finish up, and then they’ll be off.
Jack sneaks back in by setting the CCTV to a continuous loop along his route. He makes it back to the main area of the Hub only to find it empty.
He’s about to start searching for them when the main door to the cells opens, and he ducks into the autopsy room to hide, peering around the archway to see Tosh and Ianto leading a suspiciously docile Janet up towards Myfanwy’s nest. He follows them silently.
“There we go,” Tosh is saying as he nears the edge of the nest. “There you are. Nothing different here. Go on.”
There’s a sharp squawk from Myfanwy, and Jack moves closer quickly, getting the scene in view as one hand goes to his gun automatically.
Tosh and Ianto don’t appear to be in any danger, however. The Weevil is edging slowly towards Myfanwy, stopping every now and again to sniff the air, and the pterodactyl is making no move to stop her, merely fixing one beady eye on the other creature and keeping her beak low.
Janet shuffles over and practically croons at Myfanwy, and Tosh and Ianto exchange grins.
Jack can’t really hold back any more.
“What exactly is going on?” he asks as he steps out of hiding, and is immediately shushed.
“Don’t interrupt them,” Ianto tells him sternly, and Jack blinks at them both and then sidles over to stand with them as Myfanwy nudges Janet gently.
“But what are you doing?” Jack insists.
“We’re trying to stop Myfanwy from escaping so often,” Tosh tells him, and Ianto adds, “And to make Janet less restless.”
Jack stares at them for a moment, then looks over as Myfanwy extends one wing over the crouching Weevil, and Janet shuffles right up next to her, growling softly.
“You’re matchmaking my Weevil,” Jack says flatly.
“It was quite difficult, too,” Tosh tells him absently. “It’s taken us weeks to get this far and we’ve gone through dozens of combinations of pheromones and scent markers.”
Jack looks between them all again, and then says, “Okay, so I’m usually all in favour of inter-species relationships, but this is… I don’t even know what this is.”
“It’s efficient and time-saving,” Ianto says, patting Jack’s shoulder as Janet and Myfanwy settle down, occasionally nudging each other and crooning.
Jack shakes his head in confusion, and Ianto smiles brightly.
“Well, we’ll only have to make one trip at feeding time, now, won’t we?”
Pairing: Janet/Myfanwy (OTP!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 770
Summary: Strange things are happening in the Hub. And Jack's suspicious...
Prompt: For the
tw_calender, Day 4 in the run up to Valentine's. (Also to be found in the comm there - but I'm pedantic and like to keep all my fic in my journal, just in case.)The Way To A Weevil's Heart
When Jack catches Tosh descending from Myfanwy’s nest with a spray bottle in one hand and a thick leather gardening glove on the other, he double takes, but then dismisses it. After all, there could be a perfectly obvious and legitimate reason for her being up there. Pterodactyl health-check or something. He wouldn’t want to ask and be told that she’s only following his own standing orders.
He makes a mental note to try and bring it up in casual conversation with Ianto later.
And then promptly forgets.
It’s only a couple of days later, when he bumps into Ianto returning from the Weevil cells, that he’s reminded of the matter. Ianto’s carrying another one of those spray bottles and has the matching leather glove to Toshiko’s.
“What are you up to?” Jack asks, stopping in Ianto’s path and clasping his arms around himself as Ianto comes to a halt.
“Feeding the Weevils,” Ianto tells him, with one of those perfectly blank expressions he’s mastered over the years.
Jack gives him a disbelieving look and opens his mouth to ask again. Ianto hitches up one eyebrow ever so slightly.
“Are you feeling quite well, sir?” he asks calmly, and Jack hesitates a moment longer. “Should I ask Owen to give you a checkup?”
“Uh…”
Ianto holds his gaze unflinchingly, with that eyebrow still raised, and Jack backs down, stepping aside so Ianto can pass and saying, “No. No, I’m fine. Never mind.”
Ianto inclines his head a little, and walks on.
Jack stares after him and frowns, feeling distinctly like he’s just been conned.
“It’s definitely working on Janet,” Ianto’s telling Tosh quietly when Jack casually wanders past them the next day. “I think we might be ready.”
“Good. Myfanwy’s been getting restless again,” Tosh responds, keeping her voice low.
“Tonight, then?” asks Ianto, and Tosh nods, then glances behind them.
Jack pretends he never stopped, and keeps walking.
Some time past seven that evening, the others call it a night. Jack tells them he’s heading out to wander the city, and Tosh and Ianto both wave farewell, claiming that they’ve just got a few more things to finish up, and then they’ll be off.
Jack sneaks back in by setting the CCTV to a continuous loop along his route. He makes it back to the main area of the Hub only to find it empty.
He’s about to start searching for them when the main door to the cells opens, and he ducks into the autopsy room to hide, peering around the archway to see Tosh and Ianto leading a suspiciously docile Janet up towards Myfanwy’s nest. He follows them silently.
“There we go,” Tosh is saying as he nears the edge of the nest. “There you are. Nothing different here. Go on.”
There’s a sharp squawk from Myfanwy, and Jack moves closer quickly, getting the scene in view as one hand goes to his gun automatically.
Tosh and Ianto don’t appear to be in any danger, however. The Weevil is edging slowly towards Myfanwy, stopping every now and again to sniff the air, and the pterodactyl is making no move to stop her, merely fixing one beady eye on the other creature and keeping her beak low.
Janet shuffles over and practically croons at Myfanwy, and Tosh and Ianto exchange grins.
Jack can’t really hold back any more.
“What exactly is going on?” he asks as he steps out of hiding, and is immediately shushed.
“Don’t interrupt them,” Ianto tells him sternly, and Jack blinks at them both and then sidles over to stand with them as Myfanwy nudges Janet gently.
“But what are you doing?” Jack insists.
“We’re trying to stop Myfanwy from escaping so often,” Tosh tells him, and Ianto adds, “And to make Janet less restless.”
Jack stares at them for a moment, then looks over as Myfanwy extends one wing over the crouching Weevil, and Janet shuffles right up next to her, growling softly.
“You’re matchmaking my Weevil,” Jack says flatly.
“It was quite difficult, too,” Tosh tells him absently. “It’s taken us weeks to get this far and we’ve gone through dozens of combinations of pheromones and scent markers.”
Jack looks between them all again, and then says, “Okay, so I’m usually all in favour of inter-species relationships, but this is… I don’t even know what this is.”
“It’s efficient and time-saving,” Ianto says, patting Jack’s shoulder as Janet and Myfanwy settle down, occasionally nudging each other and crooning.
Jack shakes his head in confusion, and Ianto smiles brightly.
“Well, we’ll only have to make one trip at feeding time, now, won’t we?”
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Date: 2008-05-18 05:55 pm (UTC)that was great
Myfawnvy and Janet
the Torchwood pets together
:D
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Date: 2008-05-18 06:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-19 03:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-19 03:25 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, though, thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-28 06:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-28 01:25 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, thanke!