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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 31
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 555 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #30 - Roast
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘So… neither imploded or exploded into atoms by a wayward time device,’ Ianto observed as they both sat there on the grass, watching the house continue to burn, well, beyond saving.
‘I’m guessing that when it exploded, the first thing to go was the temporal bubble effect. Otherwise we should have been sucked right in with it. Assuming it was working at all.’
Ianto considered it for a moment before speaking. ‘Not to put a dampener on the fact that we're both still alive, but I'm afraid to ask… what time is it then?’
Jack understood what he was asking, consulting his vortex manipulator. He puffed out a relieved breath when it confirmed that they were right where they should be, Christmas Eve, no, now Christmas Day, 3.14am, year 2009. ‘The temporal bubble machine failed. If it was meant to slow down time, it didn’t work. We’re right where we’re supposed to be.’
‘So, the oil leak in the SUV?’
‘For once, I'm happy to let my driving take the blame for that one.’ He’d later deny it, but for now, it was a far better explanation than the car having sat idle for years whilst mere hours had passed inside the house.
‘Well, that’s a relief. Can you imagine how pissed Rhiannon would be if we were twenty years late for Christmas lunch? We’d never hear the end of it.’
Jack sighed. ‘If only we had some marshmallows.’
Ianto turned and gave him a disparaging look. ‘How could you possibly be thinking about food at a time like this?’
‘You mentioned Christmas lunch! And, well we've got the bonfire…why waste it? Roasted marshmallows…’ He hummed aloud, verbalising the imagined taste of them.
‘Roasted chestnuts would be more appropriate, given the time of year, don’t you think?’
‘But not nearly as good.’
Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘You and I need to stop blowing up and burning down houses. It's getting to be a habit.’
‘Houses we owned, no less.’
‘Yes, because blowing up someone else's house would be so much worse. Sorry, buy the way. I know you haven’t been here in thirty years, but there still must have been memories for you.’
Jack dismissed the concern. ‘Nothing I’m going to get upset over,’ Jack assured him. ‘Guess at least I won't be getting bothered by the estate agent any more.’
‘No, he'll have a roasting of his own for you. A lot harder to sell ocean views when there's nowhere to view the ocean from.’
Jack shrugged. ‘Well they can build something nice and new instead.’
‘You're not thinking of rebuilding? Technically you still own the land. It'd be a shame to waste it, as you say.’
He smirked. ‘What, a modern little seaside villa for us?’
‘Admittedly the commute would be hell.’
‘Nothing like rolling out of bed and already being at work, huh?’
Ianto threw him a warning look. ‘Rolling out of bed isn't always voluntary, or at the right time. Usually it's because you've decided to take up the whole of the bed, shoving me out on the floor.’
‘So, what's say we bounce a signal off the nearest satellite to call us a taxi and spend what's left of Christmas Eve enjoying the bed at yours?’
Ianto reached across and squeezed his hand. ‘Best idea you've had all night.’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 555 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #30 - Roast
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘So… neither imploded or exploded into atoms by a wayward time device,’ Ianto observed as they both sat there on the grass, watching the house continue to burn, well, beyond saving.
‘I’m guessing that when it exploded, the first thing to go was the temporal bubble effect. Otherwise we should have been sucked right in with it. Assuming it was working at all.’
Ianto considered it for a moment before speaking. ‘Not to put a dampener on the fact that we're both still alive, but I'm afraid to ask… what time is it then?’
Jack understood what he was asking, consulting his vortex manipulator. He puffed out a relieved breath when it confirmed that they were right where they should be, Christmas Eve, no, now Christmas Day, 3.14am, year 2009. ‘The temporal bubble machine failed. If it was meant to slow down time, it didn’t work. We’re right where we’re supposed to be.’
‘So, the oil leak in the SUV?’
‘For once, I'm happy to let my driving take the blame for that one.’ He’d later deny it, but for now, it was a far better explanation than the car having sat idle for years whilst mere hours had passed inside the house.
‘Well, that’s a relief. Can you imagine how pissed Rhiannon would be if we were twenty years late for Christmas lunch? We’d never hear the end of it.’
Jack sighed. ‘If only we had some marshmallows.’
Ianto turned and gave him a disparaging look. ‘How could you possibly be thinking about food at a time like this?’
‘You mentioned Christmas lunch! And, well we've got the bonfire…why waste it? Roasted marshmallows…’ He hummed aloud, verbalising the imagined taste of them.
‘Roasted chestnuts would be more appropriate, given the time of year, don’t you think?’
‘But not nearly as good.’
Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘You and I need to stop blowing up and burning down houses. It's getting to be a habit.’
‘Houses we owned, no less.’
‘Yes, because blowing up someone else's house would be so much worse. Sorry, buy the way. I know you haven’t been here in thirty years, but there still must have been memories for you.’
Jack dismissed the concern. ‘Nothing I’m going to get upset over,’ Jack assured him. ‘Guess at least I won't be getting bothered by the estate agent any more.’
‘No, he'll have a roasting of his own for you. A lot harder to sell ocean views when there's nowhere to view the ocean from.’
Jack shrugged. ‘Well they can build something nice and new instead.’
‘You're not thinking of rebuilding? Technically you still own the land. It'd be a shame to waste it, as you say.’
He smirked. ‘What, a modern little seaside villa for us?’
‘Admittedly the commute would be hell.’
‘Nothing like rolling out of bed and already being at work, huh?’
Ianto threw him a warning look. ‘Rolling out of bed isn't always voluntary, or at the right time. Usually it's because you've decided to take up the whole of the bed, shoving me out on the floor.’
‘So, what's say we bounce a signal off the nearest satellite to call us a taxi and spend what's left of Christmas Eve enjoying the bed at yours?’
Ianto reached across and squeezed his hand. ‘Best idea you've had all night.’
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Date: 2022-12-31 11:00 am (UTC)