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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 16
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 470 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #17 - Renew
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘There was a tiny little spike in the readings,’ Jack said, getting back to the matter at hand. He leaned over and held his wrist out to show Ianto the display, but where before he swore he'd seen a movement, now it was back to nothing at all. There was just the muted blue glow that illuminated both their faces as they bowed their heads to study it.
‘Not that I know most of the time what your wrist strap is even telling me,’ Ianto said, frowning, ‘but even I can tell that nothing means nothing. Probably just your eyes playing tricks on you.’
Jack’s eyebrows knitted in the glow. ‘My eyes?’
‘Don’t deny you were perhaps hoping something was going on up here. Why else put Christmas on hold to come up here?’
Jack grumbled a sound under his breath that was meant to convey his general disagreement with Ianto's assessment. ‘You really haven't found anything?’ He was hoping something in Ianto’s spidey senses was tingling, confirming that he wasn’t going mad.
‘Well, not in the ten minutes I was in there. I promise you, I checked for all the usual suspects. There was nothing. Just a musty old house that is going to pot.’ He paused and looked pensive as he pondered some other thought. ‘You don't suppose it could be…’ he pulled a face and then seemed to scoff at the idea.
‘What?’
‘No, don't worry. Just me being silly.’
‘Seriously. Spit it out.’ No theory was too stupid at this point.
‘Well, I mean, what if the palace was haunted? Ghosts don't tend to come up on our equipment.’
‘But they can trigger small rift spikes?’ Even Jack had to poke holes in the logic. It was no less than Ianto would have done if Jack had put it forth as a theory.
‘Like I said, just me being silly.’ He tried to give a reassured little smile. ‘No such thing as ghosts, right?’
‘Yeah,’ Jack said, even though in his head he was loudly disagreeing. He’d had more than his share of them over the years.
‘Totally the wrong time of year for them. Two months late and everything. Of course, Charles Dickens did have the ghosts of Christmas, past, present and future… they didn’t really do subtle, though.’
Jack sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. ‘Well, this has done nothing to renew my love for the place. If I'd wanted to knock myself out for the count I could've done that at home.’
‘But better if you didn't at all,’ Ianto replied.
‘That agent must have had a screw loose.’ He watched Ianto hunch his shoulders and shiver in the cold. ‘There's nothing there,’ he said, making the bold declaration as if that solved all their problems. ‘Case closed. Let's go home.’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 470 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #17 - Renew
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘There was a tiny little spike in the readings,’ Jack said, getting back to the matter at hand. He leaned over and held his wrist out to show Ianto the display, but where before he swore he'd seen a movement, now it was back to nothing at all. There was just the muted blue glow that illuminated both their faces as they bowed their heads to study it.
‘Not that I know most of the time what your wrist strap is even telling me,’ Ianto said, frowning, ‘but even I can tell that nothing means nothing. Probably just your eyes playing tricks on you.’
Jack’s eyebrows knitted in the glow. ‘My eyes?’
‘Don’t deny you were perhaps hoping something was going on up here. Why else put Christmas on hold to come up here?’
Jack grumbled a sound under his breath that was meant to convey his general disagreement with Ianto's assessment. ‘You really haven't found anything?’ He was hoping something in Ianto’s spidey senses was tingling, confirming that he wasn’t going mad.
‘Well, not in the ten minutes I was in there. I promise you, I checked for all the usual suspects. There was nothing. Just a musty old house that is going to pot.’ He paused and looked pensive as he pondered some other thought. ‘You don't suppose it could be…’ he pulled a face and then seemed to scoff at the idea.
‘What?’
‘No, don't worry. Just me being silly.’
‘Seriously. Spit it out.’ No theory was too stupid at this point.
‘Well, I mean, what if the palace was haunted? Ghosts don't tend to come up on our equipment.’
‘But they can trigger small rift spikes?’ Even Jack had to poke holes in the logic. It was no less than Ianto would have done if Jack had put it forth as a theory.
‘Like I said, just me being silly.’ He tried to give a reassured little smile. ‘No such thing as ghosts, right?’
‘Yeah,’ Jack said, even though in his head he was loudly disagreeing. He’d had more than his share of them over the years.
‘Totally the wrong time of year for them. Two months late and everything. Of course, Charles Dickens did have the ghosts of Christmas, past, present and future… they didn’t really do subtle, though.’
Jack sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. ‘Well, this has done nothing to renew my love for the place. If I'd wanted to knock myself out for the count I could've done that at home.’
‘But better if you didn't at all,’ Ianto replied.
‘That agent must have had a screw loose.’ He watched Ianto hunch his shoulders and shiver in the cold. ‘There's nothing there,’ he said, making the bold declaration as if that solved all their problems. ‘Case closed. Let's go home.’
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Date: 2022-12-16 01:16 pm (UTC)