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Title: Booze and a Bell - How Could That Possibly Go Wrong?
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen (mentions of the Master and the Doctor)
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Info up through Season 3 of Doctor Who. Strangely enough no TW spoilers…
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of them. If I did the world would be a much sadder place because I would keep them trapped here in my tiny little town and make them put on plays for my own amusement
Note: Why does Ianto keep a bell over by the espresso machine? This is one of the ideas I came up with after spending far to much time analyzing the things hanging around Ianto’s station.
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candybree but after talking to tardistenantsue she got some angst in my crack (wow another thing that sounds dirty, we are compiling quite a list today). Thanks you guys, even though I whine and cry when you try to make me a writer I do love you both. Anyhow I’ve decided to actually try this whole writing thing and see what all the fuss is about, hope you like it.
The bell was there as a reminder.
No one was quite sure where it had come from or how it had gotten there. But there the bell sat on the shelf, off to the side but in plain sight and just within Ianto’s easy reach. It practically dared anyone to try and touch Ianto’s things, but no one had needed its reminder in quite a long time.
Ianto didn’t feel the need to hit the hard stuff that often, but sometimes the job got a little too much to handle. The combination of that and watching Jack moon over Gwen. Even knowing there was nothing likely to come of it, and that Jack didn’t mean any harm. Sometimes the glances between them just added up to too much. Why did Jack have to look at her like that?
Yeah, there were times he needed a good stiff drink. That is why he kept the bottle of whisky safe on a shelf in the one area of the hub he could claim as his own. No. Not the tourism office, way to much trouble there. Not that it was excessively busy, but after a handful of tourists had reported him to the chamber Ianto had thought better of even the appearance of public drunkenness. Too much paperwork involved in sorting that out. Now it sat above his espresso machine. A place none of the rest should ever be poking around. You didn’t mess with Ianto’s things and you didn’t separate him from a much needed drink.
Last person who needed that lesson had been Owen. After a particularly long night (one that had turned into a very early dawn) Ianto went to pour himself a drink only to find the bottle missing. Other than he and Jack, the only person could still be around at that hour was Owen. The others had left ages ago. He was meant to be calibrating some new equipment but apparently he’d worked up a thirst. Why couldn’t Owen have broken into his own stash of cheap crap that he had tucked away?
Looking at the time, Ianto figured the doctor had probably had probably had long enough to do some serious damage and plotted a bit of payback. What would upset a man that had spent the night drinking…How about loud noises to go with that hangover. Ianto smirked (a habit most likely picked up from Jack) as he picked up the shiny bell and started to wander the hub clanging it as he searched for the liquor thieving delinquent.
As the sound of the bell approached Jack ran to the door of his office, poking his head out. Even if Ianto had spotted him, he wouldn’t have understood the looks that flashed across Jack’s face. In the instant before Jack saw it was Ianto he was nearly overcome with terror. He could have sworn that was the master’s bell. The one used to torment them on the Valiant. That sound…he shuddered…Jack didn’t think even the Doctor would be able to hear that again without remembering. Jack wondered how the Master was still alive and more importantly how he had found him. Then he saw that is was Ianto with a bell and the fear drained as quickly as it had come on. Seeing Ianto with the bell was peculiar to be sure, but non threatening. Knowing he was safe, Jack turned and went back to the work at his desk.
Ianto came to the couch, seeing his suspicions were correct. A barely conscious and very hung over Owen was clutching his head with one hand and the nearly drained decanter with the other. He was tucked into the corner, covered in a spare coat and trying desperately to focus his eyes enough to discover where the noise was coming from.
“What’s with the racket Teaboy?!” Owen complained as angrily as he could without actually raising his voice, once he saw the man approaching with the blasted bell. He tried to take a swipe at Ianto and nearly broke the bottle in the attempt.
“What racket?” Ianto asked with false innocence. “Oh this?” He asked while ringing the bell closer to the obviously miserable doctor.
Owen tried to jump up and grab the bell, but was too unsteady on his feet. All he managed to do was wack a shin painfully on the coffee table and send a pile of binders falling to the ground with a crash. With a moan Owen slumped back down alternating between holding his head in his hands and rubbing his leg. He glared at Ianto the whole time. If looks could kill then Ianto would have been lying on the floor with twin holes bored through his skull. As it was the Welshman stood perfect healthy, but at least he had stopped shaking the bell.
Ianto picked up the bottle, but before he turned to leave he gave the bell one more shake and said “In the future, unless you want to see what else I can do with this bell to make your life miserable, I suggest you stay out of my liquor. Stick to that swill you think is so cleverly hidden in the empty morgue slot. Am I understood?”
“Yes, fine. But ENOUGH with the bell. Headache over here!”
“Oh really? Hadn’t realized you’d be hung over on my dime, or I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing this…” Ianto turned and continued shaking the bell as he went to return the bottle to its rightful place. He set the bell down right beside it.
Owen spent the whole next week complaining to any and all who would listen about Ianto’s treatment of him, twisting it a bit to make him appear more sympathetic of course. After hearing the story so many times all it took was the sight of that bell to change the mind of anyone thinking of sneaking a drink.
The bell also served as a reminder to Jack. That while some things could never be truly forgotten, they memories could safely be pushed a bit farther into the past. He hoped.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen (mentions of the Master and the Doctor)
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Info up through Season 3 of Doctor Who. Strangely enough no TW spoilers…
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of them. If I did the world would be a much sadder place because I would keep them trapped here in my tiny little town and make them put on plays for my own amusement
Note: Why does Ianto keep a bell over by the espresso machine? This is one of the ideas I came up with after spending far to much time analyzing the things hanging around Ianto’s station.
Was meant to be crack to amuse
candybree but after talking to tardistenantsue she got some angst in my crack (wow another thing that sounds dirty, we are compiling quite a list today). Thanks you guys, even though I whine and cry when you try to make me a writer I do love you both. Anyhow I’ve decided to actually try this whole writing thing and see what all the fuss is about, hope you like it.The bell was there as a reminder.
No one was quite sure where it had come from or how it had gotten there. But there the bell sat on the shelf, off to the side but in plain sight and just within Ianto’s easy reach. It practically dared anyone to try and touch Ianto’s things, but no one had needed its reminder in quite a long time.
Ianto didn’t feel the need to hit the hard stuff that often, but sometimes the job got a little too much to handle. The combination of that and watching Jack moon over Gwen. Even knowing there was nothing likely to come of it, and that Jack didn’t mean any harm. Sometimes the glances between them just added up to too much. Why did Jack have to look at her like that?
Yeah, there were times he needed a good stiff drink. That is why he kept the bottle of whisky safe on a shelf in the one area of the hub he could claim as his own. No. Not the tourism office, way to much trouble there. Not that it was excessively busy, but after a handful of tourists had reported him to the chamber Ianto had thought better of even the appearance of public drunkenness. Too much paperwork involved in sorting that out. Now it sat above his espresso machine. A place none of the rest should ever be poking around. You didn’t mess with Ianto’s things and you didn’t separate him from a much needed drink.
Last person who needed that lesson had been Owen. After a particularly long night (one that had turned into a very early dawn) Ianto went to pour himself a drink only to find the bottle missing. Other than he and Jack, the only person could still be around at that hour was Owen. The others had left ages ago. He was meant to be calibrating some new equipment but apparently he’d worked up a thirst. Why couldn’t Owen have broken into his own stash of cheap crap that he had tucked away?
Looking at the time, Ianto figured the doctor had probably had probably had long enough to do some serious damage and plotted a bit of payback. What would upset a man that had spent the night drinking…How about loud noises to go with that hangover. Ianto smirked (a habit most likely picked up from Jack) as he picked up the shiny bell and started to wander the hub clanging it as he searched for the liquor thieving delinquent.
As the sound of the bell approached Jack ran to the door of his office, poking his head out. Even if Ianto had spotted him, he wouldn’t have understood the looks that flashed across Jack’s face. In the instant before Jack saw it was Ianto he was nearly overcome with terror. He could have sworn that was the master’s bell. The one used to torment them on the Valiant. That sound…he shuddered…Jack didn’t think even the Doctor would be able to hear that again without remembering. Jack wondered how the Master was still alive and more importantly how he had found him. Then he saw that is was Ianto with a bell and the fear drained as quickly as it had come on. Seeing Ianto with the bell was peculiar to be sure, but non threatening. Knowing he was safe, Jack turned and went back to the work at his desk.
Ianto came to the couch, seeing his suspicions were correct. A barely conscious and very hung over Owen was clutching his head with one hand and the nearly drained decanter with the other. He was tucked into the corner, covered in a spare coat and trying desperately to focus his eyes enough to discover where the noise was coming from.
“What’s with the racket Teaboy?!” Owen complained as angrily as he could without actually raising his voice, once he saw the man approaching with the blasted bell. He tried to take a swipe at Ianto and nearly broke the bottle in the attempt.
“What racket?” Ianto asked with false innocence. “Oh this?” He asked while ringing the bell closer to the obviously miserable doctor.
Owen tried to jump up and grab the bell, but was too unsteady on his feet. All he managed to do was wack a shin painfully on the coffee table and send a pile of binders falling to the ground with a crash. With a moan Owen slumped back down alternating between holding his head in his hands and rubbing his leg. He glared at Ianto the whole time. If looks could kill then Ianto would have been lying on the floor with twin holes bored through his skull. As it was the Welshman stood perfect healthy, but at least he had stopped shaking the bell.
Ianto picked up the bottle, but before he turned to leave he gave the bell one more shake and said “In the future, unless you want to see what else I can do with this bell to make your life miserable, I suggest you stay out of my liquor. Stick to that swill you think is so cleverly hidden in the empty morgue slot. Am I understood?”
“Yes, fine. But ENOUGH with the bell. Headache over here!”
“Oh really? Hadn’t realized you’d be hung over on my dime, or I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing this…” Ianto turned and continued shaking the bell as he went to return the bottle to its rightful place. He set the bell down right beside it.
Owen spent the whole next week complaining to any and all who would listen about Ianto’s treatment of him, twisting it a bit to make him appear more sympathetic of course. After hearing the story so many times all it took was the sight of that bell to change the mind of anyone thinking of sneaking a drink.
The bell also served as a reminder to Jack. That while some things could never be truly forgotten, they memories could safely be pushed a bit farther into the past. He hoped.
