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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 28
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 561 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #47 - Bubble
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack didn’t reply straight away. He just needed a few minutes to understand what he was seeing. There were buttons and wires snaking from one side of the device to the other, but it looked like a hack job. Someone had built it from whatever they could get their hands on and jury-rigged the thing. It was a little bit impressive, if he was honest. He’d tried building things out of everyday parts himself once or twice, but inevitably when trying to recreate something that existed only in the future, there would always be one piece that couldn't be replicated using what was on hand in the current period. In a lot of ways, that was a good thing. Having technology exist in a time and place it shouldn’t could be a very dangerous thing.
The more Jack looked at it, the more he was fairly certain he had seen something like this before, a lifetime ago when he’d still been a Time Agent of good standing, albeit in a much larger form. Although, what one was doing here, let alone tucked away under the floor of his house, was anyone’s guess.
‘I think it’s a machine to create a temporal bubble,’ he finally replied, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, continuing to study the inner workings.
‘Temporal as in time? As in something that might generate the kind of energy that our rift monitoring equipment might pick up on?’
Jack nodded. ‘Not rift spikes at all but rather measuring emissions from this device.’
Ianto, ever practical in his nature, skipped straight over the who and why. ‘What exactly would you want a temporal bubble for?’
‘Oh, loads of things, slow time down inside one, speed it up, lock it in place completely. Set one up inside our home and you could live half a lifetime whilst the world outside spins for only a few minutes.’
‘Just think of all the work I could get done at the hub with one of those,’ Ianto joked.
‘Except you’d be old and grey on the other side of it when you came back out, though. Not that I wouldn't appreciate the archives suddenly being completely in order. Besides, I said home so I’m a little disappointed you couldn’t think of a better use than that.’
Ianto took Jack’s meaning with a roll of his eyes. ‘Oh yes, because spending weeks doing nothing but shagging you whilst everyone else has no idea never even crossed my mind.’
‘That’s the spirit.’
‘So, someone breaks into your house, cuts a hole in your floor, and hides this in here?’
‘I think they not only hid it here, but they built it here as well.’ Judging by some of the components, he suspected that if he went and checked his kitchen cupboard he was going to find both his kettle and toaster missing, or at the least, dismantled and in pieces. Possibly some of the electrical wiring from around the house as well, which would explain the lack of power.
Jack angled the screwdriver between the nest of wires, prising some of them apart and trying to get a look deeper inside its workings. As he moved the wires to one side, the device began to hum.
‘Should it be doing that?’ Ianto asked.
Jack frowned at him. ‘Come to think of it, no.’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 561 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #47 - Bubble
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack didn’t reply straight away. He just needed a few minutes to understand what he was seeing. There were buttons and wires snaking from one side of the device to the other, but it looked like a hack job. Someone had built it from whatever they could get their hands on and jury-rigged the thing. It was a little bit impressive, if he was honest. He’d tried building things out of everyday parts himself once or twice, but inevitably when trying to recreate something that existed only in the future, there would always be one piece that couldn't be replicated using what was on hand in the current period. In a lot of ways, that was a good thing. Having technology exist in a time and place it shouldn’t could be a very dangerous thing.
The more Jack looked at it, the more he was fairly certain he had seen something like this before, a lifetime ago when he’d still been a Time Agent of good standing, albeit in a much larger form. Although, what one was doing here, let alone tucked away under the floor of his house, was anyone’s guess.
‘I think it’s a machine to create a temporal bubble,’ he finally replied, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, continuing to study the inner workings.
‘Temporal as in time? As in something that might generate the kind of energy that our rift monitoring equipment might pick up on?’
Jack nodded. ‘Not rift spikes at all but rather measuring emissions from this device.’
Ianto, ever practical in his nature, skipped straight over the who and why. ‘What exactly would you want a temporal bubble for?’
‘Oh, loads of things, slow time down inside one, speed it up, lock it in place completely. Set one up inside our home and you could live half a lifetime whilst the world outside spins for only a few minutes.’
‘Just think of all the work I could get done at the hub with one of those,’ Ianto joked.
‘Except you’d be old and grey on the other side of it when you came back out, though. Not that I wouldn't appreciate the archives suddenly being completely in order. Besides, I said home so I’m a little disappointed you couldn’t think of a better use than that.’
Ianto took Jack’s meaning with a roll of his eyes. ‘Oh yes, because spending weeks doing nothing but shagging you whilst everyone else has no idea never even crossed my mind.’
‘That’s the spirit.’
‘So, someone breaks into your house, cuts a hole in your floor, and hides this in here?’
‘I think they not only hid it here, but they built it here as well.’ Judging by some of the components, he suspected that if he went and checked his kitchen cupboard he was going to find both his kettle and toaster missing, or at the least, dismantled and in pieces. Possibly some of the electrical wiring from around the house as well, which would explain the lack of power.
Jack angled the screwdriver between the nest of wires, prising some of them apart and trying to get a look deeper inside its workings. As he moved the wires to one side, the device began to hum.
‘Should it be doing that?’ Ianto asked.
Jack frowned at him. ‘Come to think of it, no.’
