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Puppetry
Fandom: Torchwood (shock horror!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 531
Summary: Ianto's perfectly capable of entertaining himself on a slow day. But something else wants amusement as well...
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tw_calender, Halloween 2008 (Also posted there. Adding it here to keep it in my own archives, as per usual.)
Puppetry
Ianto turned the page in his magazine and reached out absently for his coffee. After a few seconds of his fingers clasping at empty air where he’d left the mug, he dragged himself away from the article (which had a few interesting things to say about what Jack apparently really meant with all those flippant remarks) and looked up.
His mug was not on its coaster any more. And when he blinked and looked around for it, it didn’t seem to be on the desk at all any more.
He abandoned his magazine and started scouring the tourist information office for it, frowning.
He hadn’t expected it to turn up balanced precariously on top of one of the leaflet racks.
Hands on his hips, he looked up at it, then went through to the back room and dragged up an IM window, asking Tosh to check the CCTV of the office for the last half hour or so – and let Jack know what she found, as well. Then he picked up the chair and went back through, intent on fetching his wayward mug.
Which was dancing in mid air.
Ianto calmly put the chair down and put his hands back on his hips.
“Yes, fine, very amusing. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m thirsty.”
The mug stopped, then slowly slid through the air towards him and paused right in front of him. Ianto paused for a beat, thinking this was all far too easy, then reached for the mug.
There was a whisper of laughter in the air as it abruptly upended and poured nearly-cold coffee all down his shirt.
The secret door burst open at just that moment, and Jack dashed in, gun drawn. The mug dropped from the air and shattered on the floor.
Ianto took a deep breath.
“What the hell?” Jack asked.
“I think we may have a problem,” Ianto told him, and Jack quickly holstered his gun and moved over, reaching out to touch Ianto’s soaked shirt and tie.
“No kidding. What did you do?”
Ianto gave him a withering look, and Jack grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry. Tosh is running scans at the moment. Soon as she said there were some weird energy spikes up here I came running.”
“Sadly too late,” Ianto pointed out, eyeing the smashed mug and his stained shirt.
“You head down and get changed,” Jack told him, nudging the remains of the mug with a toe. “I’ll keep an eye out for any more weird stuff up here.”
“For reference,” Ianto added, opening the door again, “nothing in here is meant to move. If it does, please try to stop it.”
Jack threw him a lazy salute and turned to survey the room, flipping open his wrist strap and pushing a few buttons as he looked around, already focused on the task at hand. Ianto slipped the knot on his sodden tie and yanked it off as he headed through to the lift, confident that Jack could deal with a playful poltergeist, particularly with Tosh already working on it as well.
Neither of them noticed Jack’s gun slide free of its holster and drift along after Ianto.
The secret door swung shut.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 531
Summary: Ianto's perfectly capable of entertaining himself on a slow day. But something else wants amusement as well...
Prompt: For
tw_calender, Halloween 2008 (Also posted there. Adding it here to keep it in my own archives, as per usual.)Puppetry
Ianto turned the page in his magazine and reached out absently for his coffee. After a few seconds of his fingers clasping at empty air where he’d left the mug, he dragged himself away from the article (which had a few interesting things to say about what Jack apparently really meant with all those flippant remarks) and looked up.
His mug was not on its coaster any more. And when he blinked and looked around for it, it didn’t seem to be on the desk at all any more.
He abandoned his magazine and started scouring the tourist information office for it, frowning.
He hadn’t expected it to turn up balanced precariously on top of one of the leaflet racks.
Hands on his hips, he looked up at it, then went through to the back room and dragged up an IM window, asking Tosh to check the CCTV of the office for the last half hour or so – and let Jack know what she found, as well. Then he picked up the chair and went back through, intent on fetching his wayward mug.
Which was dancing in mid air.
Ianto calmly put the chair down and put his hands back on his hips.
“Yes, fine, very amusing. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m thirsty.”
The mug stopped, then slowly slid through the air towards him and paused right in front of him. Ianto paused for a beat, thinking this was all far too easy, then reached for the mug.
There was a whisper of laughter in the air as it abruptly upended and poured nearly-cold coffee all down his shirt.
The secret door burst open at just that moment, and Jack dashed in, gun drawn. The mug dropped from the air and shattered on the floor.
Ianto took a deep breath.
“What the hell?” Jack asked.
“I think we may have a problem,” Ianto told him, and Jack quickly holstered his gun and moved over, reaching out to touch Ianto’s soaked shirt and tie.
“No kidding. What did you do?”
Ianto gave him a withering look, and Jack grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry. Tosh is running scans at the moment. Soon as she said there were some weird energy spikes up here I came running.”
“Sadly too late,” Ianto pointed out, eyeing the smashed mug and his stained shirt.
“You head down and get changed,” Jack told him, nudging the remains of the mug with a toe. “I’ll keep an eye out for any more weird stuff up here.”
“For reference,” Ianto added, opening the door again, “nothing in here is meant to move. If it does, please try to stop it.”
Jack threw him a lazy salute and turned to survey the room, flipping open his wrist strap and pushing a few buttons as he looked around, already focused on the task at hand. Ianto slipped the knot on his sodden tie and yanked it off as he headed through to the lift, confident that Jack could deal with a playful poltergeist, particularly with Tosh already working on it as well.
Neither of them noticed Jack’s gun slide free of its holster and drift along after Ianto.
The secret door swung shut.
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Hee. Thanke. ;)
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Ahem. Perhaps, at some point far in the future. ^_^'
But thanke kindly anyway! Glad you liked it. ;)
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Now I'm all scared
*looks pitiful*
Luckily it's already a few days after Halloween so I'm a bit scared out and can get over this one more routinely and admire a bit more how well you write DryAsADesert!Ianto. And what WAS that article he was reading?
*has not the most innocent of ideas*
*whistles*
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And thank you very much indeedy! I always like compliments about Ianto. My version and the show's version diverged somewhere, so it's nice to hear people enjoy mine.
And Ianto is ashamed to admit that for starters, the article was in a women's magazine (one of the really cheap ones). So your ideas may not be far off. ;)
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Muahahahahaaa!