Thirty Flavours of Torchwood

[laligin]

Right, because I'm far too tempted, this is opening up much quicker than I'd planned. :D Thanks go to those who gave me prompts (and if you want to add some, do feel free - it's never too late).

Right. Here's how this works.

Here are Thirty Flavours of Torchwood.

You pick a prompt. Then, for that prompt, you pick any member of the Torchwood Team (past or present) or any such combination you please, add an extra condition or two if you want, and I write it for you in the comments.

The idea is that I write a drabble-size piece, but they may start at 100 words and head off into the sunset... And I will put the whole set in one post when they're done, for neatness' sake. :)

Crossovers are allowed, I suppose, but I'm not too well aware of many other fandoms (not even Buffy) so be cautious...

Eek. I hope this works. ^_^'


DONE 1. Bloodied
DONE 2. Claustrophobic
DONE 3. Cold
DONE 4. Confused
DONE 5. Cuddly
DONE 6. Dancing
DONE 7. Daydreaming
DONE 8. Divided
DONE 9. Domestic
DONE 10. Ecstatic
DONE 11. Efficient
DONE 12. High
Claimed 13. Hunted
DONE 14. In-denial
DONE 15. Lost
DONE 16. On-a-roll
DONE 17. Point-of-no-return
DONE 18. Proud
DONE 19. Reading
DONE 20. Researching
DONE 21. Secretive
DONE 22. Silent
DONE 1 Claimed 1 23. Silver-tongued
Claimed 24. Singing-in-the-rain
DONE 25. Sleepy
Claimed 26. Snarky
DONE 27. Sorrowful
DONE 28. Suspicious
DONE 29. Victorious
DONE 30. Warm


All prompts now claimed! Working on them. ^_^

Oh, and if you don't like the drabble (or... er... short fic) tell me and I'll do another. XD

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[laligin.livejournal.com]

Hello there... Jack and Yvonne, Silver-Tongued, with unexpected Ianto and excessive Doctor Who referencing... 610 words, very late, hope you like it anyway. ^_^' Thanke!

Bargain

“Yeah, that sounds good,” the Captain was saying airily as he strolled through the research labs with Yvonne. “I’m sure we can work something out. I can tell you a few things about that Sunglider of yours, for starters…”

Ianto looked up and watched as Harkness stepped ahead to get the door for Yvonne, then followed her through. His hand found its way to her arm as they walked. The door swung shut behind them, cutting off Yvonne’s laugh.

“I thought she said he wasn’t getting anything this time?” Ianto asked, glancing at Steven. “I seem to remember something about a cup of tea and nothing more.”

Steven grinned, and handed over the folders he’d selected. “Go on up and see. These are the files Yvonne wanted. Tell her they’re the special cases.”

Ianto raised an eyebrow, but went. Harkness and Yvonne were just settling into her office, sight-seeing over with, when he arrived.

“Thank you. It’s Ianto, isn’t it? Steven send you?” she said with a smile when he presented her with the folders, and he nodded to both questions. “Jolly good. Sit yourself down and take notes, would you?”

Obediently, Ianto sat and dug in his pockets for his notebook. The Captain spared him a quick glance and a grin, but was more eager to lean casually forward and take a better look at the contents of the folders.

“Now,” Yvonne said calmly, and gave Harkness a bright smile. “I believe you said something about the Calashen mind probe?”

~*~

When the negotiations had finished, Ianto took the stack of folders back down to R&D. Steven dropped the elastic bands he’d been aiming at the bin, and leapt up to take them from him, saying, “What did he go for? And what did we get in exchange?”

“He promised a few hints on the navigation systems of the Sunglider,” Ianto started, handing over the folders (with post-its attached to highlight which devices they’d be transferring to Cardiff), and digging out his notebook to check. “And we’re getting the Magnaclamps from the Shreen ship at Snowdon, the Oiroa cloaks, a couple of power packs for one of our particle guns, the basecode for a sonic disruptor, a sample of his amnesia pills, a –”

Steven snatched the notebook from his hands, eyes wide as he turned the page, then fell back in his chair, laughing. “God, she’s good. And is this lot all he’s getting in return?”

Ianto glanced at the marked files, and nodded.

“Does he know we couldn’t get the mind probe working?” asked Steven, and Ianto shook his head. “What about the pen-scanner? Or the Groshan lie-detector?”

“He knows the lie-detector’s broken,” Ianto said slowly. “But he wanted it anyway. He said it wouldn’t be a problem for them. He seemed happy with his end of the bargain.”

Steven laughed again, and looked back at the list. “I don’t think we’ll have any complaints either. Good old Yvonne. Palm Three off with the junk and look what she’s got for us. We’re going to be busy with this lot, you know.”

Ianto smiled, and told him, “Better than too quiet.”

“Too true,” Steven agreed. “Still, this is us for the next six months at least. Harkness won’t be back before then, either.” He started going through the folders, calling up each transfer on his computer, and filling out the necessary forms on-screen. “See if you can dig up anything that’ll go with the spectrometer he’s sending over, will you? With that kind of tech we might even be able to get a reading from the sphere.”

“On it now,” Ianto promised, and went to do his job.