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Newyearcntdown - Home for Christmas (Part 26)
Title Home for Christmas - Part 26
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 563 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #14 - Give
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘Here,’ Ianto began. ‘You hold the torch.’
‘Me?’ Jack said, feeling affronted that he was going to be playing the supporting role in the big reveal. ‘Why me?’
Jack caught the rolling of Ianto’s eyes in the torchlight. ‘Because I have smaller hands that are more likely to be able to prise it open. And fingernails,’ he added. ‘I don’t chew mine like some.’
Jack grunted. ‘I never heard you complaining about how big my hands were before.’
‘Time and place, Captain,’ Ianto told him.
Jack did as he was instructed, holding the light so that Ianto could see what he was doing, but try as he might, he couldn’t get his fingertips under the narrow join. ‘Help me here?’ he asked, as Jack reached down a hand to try and help him prise it away from the rest of the floor. Nothing they did made it move an inch. ‘It won’t give,’ Ianto said, sitting back on his heels to take a breather.
‘Don’t suppose a screwdriver might help,’ Jack said, wondering if he had one still lying about somewhere.
‘Ah, good idea,’ Ianto replied, unbuttoning his coat and tugging it open so that he could reach his trouser pocket. ‘Miniature utility knife,’ he declared, removing it from his wad of keys and holding it up to show Jack. ‘Eleven different functions. Never go anywhere with out. Although,’ he said, folding out each of the tools in turn. ‘The thin edge of a knife blade might be more useful.’
‘And perhaps some brute force?’ Jack offered, waggling his larger hand. Ianto held it out for Jack and they switched places, Ianto taking the torch as Jack tried to work the knife into the gap, trying to lever up the panel. It was crusted up with dust and salt so he worked around the whole edge, breaking up the accumulate.
‘I’m going to sell this place after Christmas,’ Jack declared as he managed to get the knife in deep enough to begin lifting on edge as they worked together to get fingernails under the woodwork.
‘Really? Why now?’
‘Why not? Hasn’t exactly brought us any joy tonight, has it?’
‘I’m sure that in the light of day it’s different. And with a bit of care and some basic utilities, it’s probably perfectly lovely.’
Jack murmured something indecipherable. He didn’t need Ianto’s attempt at kindness. If it needed a woman’s touch – or Ianto’s touch – then it probably wasn’t worth it. ‘I’m a simple man with simple needs.’
‘And the most complicated history of anyone I’ve ever known,’ Ianto teased.
Jack wedged his fingers deeper into the gap he’d made, curling them around the edge of the board and pulling as hard as he could. ‘C’mon,’ he begged, as Ianto leant his own strength to try and lift it. With a heave that surprised both of them it finally gave way, removing a four inch wide, three foot long section of wood.
The second board came away more easily now that the first was gone giving them enough of a hole to peer through. Ianto shone the torchlight down into the dust-filled cavity as motes rose and hung in the air, causing him to sneeze. ‘See anything?’
Jack wasn’t sure yet. ‘Point it a little bit more to the left?’ Ianto did so, and then Jack confirmed his suspicions. ‘Well, what do we have here?’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 563 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #14 - Give
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘Here,’ Ianto began. ‘You hold the torch.’
‘Me?’ Jack said, feeling affronted that he was going to be playing the supporting role in the big reveal. ‘Why me?’
Jack caught the rolling of Ianto’s eyes in the torchlight. ‘Because I have smaller hands that are more likely to be able to prise it open. And fingernails,’ he added. ‘I don’t chew mine like some.’
Jack grunted. ‘I never heard you complaining about how big my hands were before.’
‘Time and place, Captain,’ Ianto told him.
Jack did as he was instructed, holding the light so that Ianto could see what he was doing, but try as he might, he couldn’t get his fingertips under the narrow join. ‘Help me here?’ he asked, as Jack reached down a hand to try and help him prise it away from the rest of the floor. Nothing they did made it move an inch. ‘It won’t give,’ Ianto said, sitting back on his heels to take a breather.
‘Don’t suppose a screwdriver might help,’ Jack said, wondering if he had one still lying about somewhere.
‘Ah, good idea,’ Ianto replied, unbuttoning his coat and tugging it open so that he could reach his trouser pocket. ‘Miniature utility knife,’ he declared, removing it from his wad of keys and holding it up to show Jack. ‘Eleven different functions. Never go anywhere with out. Although,’ he said, folding out each of the tools in turn. ‘The thin edge of a knife blade might be more useful.’
‘And perhaps some brute force?’ Jack offered, waggling his larger hand. Ianto held it out for Jack and they switched places, Ianto taking the torch as Jack tried to work the knife into the gap, trying to lever up the panel. It was crusted up with dust and salt so he worked around the whole edge, breaking up the accumulate.
‘I’m going to sell this place after Christmas,’ Jack declared as he managed to get the knife in deep enough to begin lifting on edge as they worked together to get fingernails under the woodwork.
‘Really? Why now?’
‘Why not? Hasn’t exactly brought us any joy tonight, has it?’
‘I’m sure that in the light of day it’s different. And with a bit of care and some basic utilities, it’s probably perfectly lovely.’
Jack murmured something indecipherable. He didn’t need Ianto’s attempt at kindness. If it needed a woman’s touch – or Ianto’s touch – then it probably wasn’t worth it. ‘I’m a simple man with simple needs.’
‘And the most complicated history of anyone I’ve ever known,’ Ianto teased.
Jack wedged his fingers deeper into the gap he’d made, curling them around the edge of the board and pulling as hard as he could. ‘C’mon,’ he begged, as Ianto leant his own strength to try and lift it. With a heave that surprised both of them it finally gave way, removing a four inch wide, three foot long section of wood.
The second board came away more easily now that the first was gone giving them enough of a hole to peer through. Ianto shone the torchlight down into the dust-filled cavity as motes rose and hung in the air, causing him to sneeze. ‘See anything?’
Jack wasn’t sure yet. ‘Point it a little bit more to the left?’ Ianto did so, and then Jack confirmed his suspicions. ‘Well, what do we have here?’
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