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Title: Sprinkles
Character(s): Jack/Ianto, OC abused barista
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Notes: This shows why I think Ianto should be the only one in charge of making Jack’s coffee. It's a little bit of silliness that I hope amuses you guys. Please note that no dogs were harmed in the writing of this fic. I kind of borrowed the barista from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tardistenantsue. See her in coffee slinging action
“I’m so happy you’re back!” Jack leaned against the counter with a smile to Ianto.
“Me too…mostly” He replied with a smile as he looked from Jack propped up against the espresso machine to the tall pile of files waiting for his attention at the computer.
“And now I can say this – Make me my usual.” Jack tapped the counter and waited expectantly.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. Would the older man ever learn any manners?
“What?” Jack asked, and then he realized what Ianto was waiting for. “Oh come on, you know me. I barge into rooms, talk with my mouth full and who knows how many other bad habits I’ve picked up…No I don’t need a list” He added before Ianto even had a chance to offer “At my ‘age’ if I haven’t picked up any new manners it’s not likely to happen. Besides you know you love me.” He finished with a cross between a hopeful smirk and what he considered his most dashing smile (usually a lethal combination).
Ianto put the still empty coffee mug back on top of the machine and turned to move towards his workstation.
“Ok! Ok! Ianto please make me my usual. Please!” Jack practically begged, guess you could teach an old time agent new tricks after all.
“My pleasure. Now was that so difficult?” Ianto asked as he began to pull the shots. He held up the mug and a tall glass. Jack motioned towards the glass indicating he wanted his iced usual. Now that Jack was taken care of he could get back to all the work that had piled up in his absence. He looked up to see the other man looking at the glass with a small frown wrinkling his forehead.
“While you were gone the girl down at the shop put sprinkles on it for me.” Jack stated as he pushed the cup back towards Ianto.
“Are you saying you liked her coffee better?” Ianto asked, already knowing the answer.
“No I didn’t like it, but I like sprinkles.”
“Well I don’t have sprinkles.” Ianto pushed the cap back to Jack.
Jack pushed the cup back to Ianto splashing some onto his hand. He was going to wipe it on his pants but one look to Ianto made him rethink that and he reached for the towel instead. “You do have sprinkles – right there.” He pointed at the jar of cinnamon sitting on the shelf.
“That’s powdered cinnamon, not sprinkles. You don’t even like cinnamon.” Ianto picked the cup up, took the towel back to clean the ring off the counter then handed the drink to Jack.
Jack took a drink. “Delicious,” He said, then mumbled under his breath “would have been better with sprinkles though.”
Ianto took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. He took the cup and sprinkled a little cinnamon on top. He held it just out of reach Jack’s reach until he said thank you. Jack smiled until the next sip made him wrinkle his nose.
“What now?” Ianto wondered to himself exactly how many times a day the man made him sigh. Maybe he should thank him for the expanded lung capacity. Or maybe throw the coffee grinder tamper at him. Some days he felt he could go either way.
“Nothing…nothing at all. Missed you.” Jack could now only manage a half smile and wasn’t making eye contact.
“Something’s wrong, what is it? I did what you asked, why aren’t you happy?”
Jack whispered, “I don’t like it.”
“Speak up. My ears must not have recovered from the flight yet.”
“I don’t like it?”
“Could that maybe be because you don’t actually like cinnamon?”
“Maybe.”
“And that I was right?”
“Possibly.”
“And that, even though you constantly insisted she was making your drink wrong, it was actually your own fault it was ruined ever day?”
“Hey- She gave me decaf too! I know she did!”
“Only after four days of dealing with you, two days longer than I would have held out in her place.”
“After four…wait - how do you know about that anyway?”
“We talk.”
“Oh.” Jack didn’t know what else to say, so the men both stared at each other in silence for a minute. Feeling brave he asked “So, can you make me another drink? Please?”
“Don’t you think you owe someone an apology?”
“Sorry, you were right and I should have listened.”
“That’s nice, but I wasn’t talking about me.”
“Her? Don’t worry, I gave her retcon laced sugar cookies so she probably doesn’t even remember me.” Jack wondered when exactly the coffee girl had talked to Ianto about him, maybe he needed to tweak the dosage. It was hard to judge the amount to use when sneaking the drug into baked goods and since it took a few batches to even get edible looking cookies….He was jolted out of his thoughts by a chuckle from Ianto.
“Well that explains it.” Ianto said, starting to laugh.
“Explains what?”
“She never eats the food customers bring in for her, something about dodgy recipes, but she did tell me about her dog getting into a tray of cookies left on the table. Well last week he suddenly forgot how to fetch. I think I’ve found the connection.”
Character(s): Jack/Ianto, OC abused barista
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Notes: This shows why I think Ianto should be the only one in charge of making Jack’s coffee. It's a little bit of silliness that I hope amuses you guys. Please note that no dogs were harmed in the writing of this fic. I kind of borrowed the barista from
tardistenantsue. See her in coffee slinging action “I’m so happy you’re back!” Jack leaned against the counter with a smile to Ianto.
“Me too…mostly” He replied with a smile as he looked from Jack propped up against the espresso machine to the tall pile of files waiting for his attention at the computer.
“And now I can say this – Make me my usual.” Jack tapped the counter and waited expectantly.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. Would the older man ever learn any manners?
“What?” Jack asked, and then he realized what Ianto was waiting for. “Oh come on, you know me. I barge into rooms, talk with my mouth full and who knows how many other bad habits I’ve picked up…No I don’t need a list” He added before Ianto even had a chance to offer “At my ‘age’ if I haven’t picked up any new manners it’s not likely to happen. Besides you know you love me.” He finished with a cross between a hopeful smirk and what he considered his most dashing smile (usually a lethal combination).
Ianto put the still empty coffee mug back on top of the machine and turned to move towards his workstation.
“Ok! Ok! Ianto please make me my usual. Please!” Jack practically begged, guess you could teach an old time agent new tricks after all.
“My pleasure. Now was that so difficult?” Ianto asked as he began to pull the shots. He held up the mug and a tall glass. Jack motioned towards the glass indicating he wanted his iced usual. Now that Jack was taken care of he could get back to all the work that had piled up in his absence. He looked up to see the other man looking at the glass with a small frown wrinkling his forehead.
“While you were gone the girl down at the shop put sprinkles on it for me.” Jack stated as he pushed the cup back towards Ianto.
“Are you saying you liked her coffee better?” Ianto asked, already knowing the answer.
“No I didn’t like it, but I like sprinkles.”
“Well I don’t have sprinkles.” Ianto pushed the cap back to Jack.
Jack pushed the cup back to Ianto splashing some onto his hand. He was going to wipe it on his pants but one look to Ianto made him rethink that and he reached for the towel instead. “You do have sprinkles – right there.” He pointed at the jar of cinnamon sitting on the shelf.
“That’s powdered cinnamon, not sprinkles. You don’t even like cinnamon.” Ianto picked the cup up, took the towel back to clean the ring off the counter then handed the drink to Jack.
Jack took a drink. “Delicious,” He said, then mumbled under his breath “would have been better with sprinkles though.”
Ianto took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. He took the cup and sprinkled a little cinnamon on top. He held it just out of reach Jack’s reach until he said thank you. Jack smiled until the next sip made him wrinkle his nose.
“What now?” Ianto wondered to himself exactly how many times a day the man made him sigh. Maybe he should thank him for the expanded lung capacity. Or maybe throw the coffee grinder tamper at him. Some days he felt he could go either way.
“Nothing…nothing at all. Missed you.” Jack could now only manage a half smile and wasn’t making eye contact.
“Something’s wrong, what is it? I did what you asked, why aren’t you happy?”
Jack whispered, “I don’t like it.”
“Speak up. My ears must not have recovered from the flight yet.”
“I don’t like it?”
“Could that maybe be because you don’t actually like cinnamon?”
“Maybe.”
“And that I was right?”
“Possibly.”
“And that, even though you constantly insisted she was making your drink wrong, it was actually your own fault it was ruined ever day?”
“Hey- She gave me decaf too! I know she did!”
“Only after four days of dealing with you, two days longer than I would have held out in her place.”
“After four…wait - how do you know about that anyway?”
“We talk.”
“Oh.” Jack didn’t know what else to say, so the men both stared at each other in silence for a minute. Feeling brave he asked “So, can you make me another drink? Please?”
“Don’t you think you owe someone an apology?”
“Sorry, you were right and I should have listened.”
“That’s nice, but I wasn’t talking about me.”
“Her? Don’t worry, I gave her retcon laced sugar cookies so she probably doesn’t even remember me.” Jack wondered when exactly the coffee girl had talked to Ianto about him, maybe he needed to tweak the dosage. It was hard to judge the amount to use when sneaking the drug into baked goods and since it took a few batches to even get edible looking cookies….He was jolted out of his thoughts by a chuckle from Ianto.
“Well that explains it.” Ianto said, starting to laugh.
“Explains what?”
“She never eats the food customers bring in for her, something about dodgy recipes, but she did tell me about her dog getting into a tray of cookies left on the table. Well last week he suddenly forgot how to fetch. I think I’ve found the connection.”
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:51 pm (UTC)From:Have to add that I love your Ianto! He's perfect for Jack.
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Date: 2009-06-29 10:54 pm (UTC)From:And thank you. I love my Ianto too (even though sometimes says hurtfully snarky things to me in my head)
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Date: 2009-06-30 12:28 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-06-30 01:29 am (UTC)From:DID YOU HEAR THAT INNER!YAN?? PLAY NICE!!
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:25 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2009-06-30 12:11 am (UTC)From:Good for Ianto making Jack learn to use good manners!
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Date: 2009-06-30 12:14 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-06-30 11:19 am (UTC)From:Oh god, this was hilarious! Jack needs to remember that Ianto knows all, even if he's not in the same city. Loved it.
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Date: 2009-06-30 01:38 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2009-07-01 07:38 pm (UTC)From:loved that, poor dog!
thanks, I needed that
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Date: 2009-07-01 09:24 pm (UTC)From: