TW Rec: Trying to Communicate

Trying to Communicate by sam_storyteller is hilarious.

I'm trying to work out how to explain this without giving away the joke, and I'm failing. So let's just say that anyone on my FList with an awareness of Torchwood and LOLcats should go read this. Do not be surprised if you cackle and disturb your housemates/family/pets.

RPS Rec: The Boxing Day Doctor Who Marathon

Clearly, I'm not sitting here on a Saturday reading John Barrowman/David Tennant RPS. Of course I'm not. I'm definitely not reading this story and laughing fondly at the idea of them spending Boxing Day together, drinking and watching a marathon of old Dr Who episodes.

He stands and lifts the cover of a closed hanging-file cabinet. Inside there are a handful of files, a few tattered Doctor Who novels, and a thick leatherbound CD wallet. He holds it up. "Triumph."

"Oh, god, no," John says.

"In this wallet -- "

"David, you freak of nature -- "

"-- is every extant episode of Doctor Who -- "

" -- you utter bastard -- "

" -- both radio and television," David crows.

"Seriously? Doctor Who? That's what you want to spend all day watching?" John asks. "It's your job. Don't you want a vacation?"

"Nope," David says smugly. "I'd do this job for free. I'd pay to be the Doctor."

Or giggling at a made-up piece of TW-behind-the-scenes gossip...

John's eyes light up at this and he looks better; David pulls up a chair and rests his feet on the arm of the sofa as they catch up on friends, nemeses, politics, agents, casting, and the endless series of stories they both have to tell about filming. Some of them are pretty decent fare for talk shows, and some of them will never, ever see the light of day.

"So, I said to him, are you going to kiss me or not," John says, nursing his second drink. David hoots.

"What'd he say? What'd he say?"

"He said, Mr. Barrowman, I'll kiss you on set when we're supposed to but I don't think my girlfriend would approve unless I'm paid for it," John chokes out, sniggering. "Then fucking Gorman, who can't keep his mouth shut, giggles from behind the curtain and everyone starts laughing and Gareth turns this amazing shade of red..."

TW Drabbles:How to Dance/Welsh Cakes

Title: How to Dance
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto

( Ianto knows how to waltz. It shouldn't surprise Jack -- Ianto is delightfully traditional in some ways, from waistcoats to only making tea in a teapot to knowing structured dances -- but it's an unexpected pleasure to wander into the hub and hear Chopin playing, to see Ianto standing there in a relatively informal shirt (no tie, no waistcoat, first button undone) and be asked to dance. )

Title: Welsh Cakes
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto

( 'Welsh cakes,' Jack says as Ianto hands him his second expresso of the day. )