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ekaterinn's fault for suggesting: With Ianto. And possibly Dean Winchester. Mmm. Now, that's a crossover someone should write.
ETA: Or as a audiofic via senduit. (Under 3 minutes long.)
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"You," Dean paused, leaning a hip against the dusty black car, and his tone was a mocking drawl, "hunt aliens."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Whereas you hunt demons, which clearly makes more sense."
"At least demons are real."
"You think they are." Ianto glanced over to the boot of the car, where Jack and Gwen were talking to the hulking giant known as Sam.
When they'd tracked the brothers down and helped neutralise the pair of Exikiens that had been consuming the energy of the townsfolk (and transmitting instructions for their crew to come join the party), Dean had been all smart quips and big shotguns, and generally more annoying than Owen with a hangover. After the fight was won, Jack had looked at Dean, then glanced at Ianto and muttered, "If this gets resolved with naked wrestling, I want to see it."
It was Jack's version of telling them to play nice. So Ianto hadn't pointed out that they were hunting down aliens with shotguns and that the whole idea of superstition was to explain scientific facts people didn't understand.
In return, Dean hadn't said that Ianto was trying to fight demons in a three-piece suit and that any crackpot who believed in aliens probably thought Elvis shopped at his local mall.
Ianto was in the middle of mentioning that according to their files, Elvis was in cryostasis off the coast of Florida and Dean was yelling that they'd just seen demons shoot fire out of their godforsaken hands when Jack had called out, "Are you two going to make out?"
Ianto's splutter of surprise was drowned out by Dean yelling, "What the hell?" over the roof of the car.
"Either make out or shut up, one of the two," Jack said and his voice was serious. Far more serious than the cut on Gwen's arm (that Jack and Sam were cleaning out and bandaging) so Ianto sighed and leaned against the car.
"You're going to get dust on that suit," Dean said sweetly, standing beside him.
"That's why there are drycleaners." Ianto smiled, not meaning it at all, and glanced down, taking in the grubby jeans and scuffed shoes. "Although possibly you don't have them here."
ekaterinn's fault for suggesting: With Ianto. And possibly Dean Winchester. Mmm. Now, that's a crossover someone should write.ETA: Or as a audiofic via senduit. (Under 3 minutes long.)
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"You," Dean paused, leaning a hip against the dusty black car, and his tone was a mocking drawl, "hunt aliens."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Whereas you hunt demons, which clearly makes more sense."
"At least demons are real."
"You think they are." Ianto glanced over to the boot of the car, where Jack and Gwen were talking to the hulking giant known as Sam.
When they'd tracked the brothers down and helped neutralise the pair of Exikiens that had been consuming the energy of the townsfolk (and transmitting instructions for their crew to come join the party), Dean had been all smart quips and big shotguns, and generally more annoying than Owen with a hangover. After the fight was won, Jack had looked at Dean, then glanced at Ianto and muttered, "If this gets resolved with naked wrestling, I want to see it."
It was Jack's version of telling them to play nice. So Ianto hadn't pointed out that they were hunting down aliens with shotguns and that the whole idea of superstition was to explain scientific facts people didn't understand.
In return, Dean hadn't said that Ianto was trying to fight demons in a three-piece suit and that any crackpot who believed in aliens probably thought Elvis shopped at his local mall.
Ianto was in the middle of mentioning that according to their files, Elvis was in cryostasis off the coast of Florida and Dean was yelling that they'd just seen demons shoot fire out of their godforsaken hands when Jack had called out, "Are you two going to make out?"
Ianto's splutter of surprise was drowned out by Dean yelling, "What the hell?" over the roof of the car.
"Either make out or shut up, one of the two," Jack said and his voice was serious. Far more serious than the cut on Gwen's arm (that Jack and Sam were cleaning out and bandaging) so Ianto sighed and leaned against the car.
"You're going to get dust on that suit," Dean said sweetly, standing beside him.
"That's why there are drycleaners." Ianto smiled, not meaning it at all, and glanced down, taking in the grubby jeans and scuffed shoes. "Although possibly you don't have them here."
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That's just cute. *g*
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Oh Jack... Dean and Sam are gonna be SO BAFFLED by him, and Ianto would just continue making his remarks and Dean's gonna get pissed off sooner or later, and it's gonna be so fun to watch. Heee!
And dear lord! What time did you get up?! WHY?!
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I think it would be a very different approach to macho masculinity (from what I've seen, Dean and Sam seem like such *guys*, totally seem like the type to tease each other for "hitting like a girl" which if they mentioned infront of the TW team, Gwen might punch them just to illustrate how that's actually a compliment).
and Ianto would just continue making his remarks and Dean's gonna get pissed off sooner or later, and it's gonna be so fun to watch. Heee!
I think they'd have to have a Snark-Off, trying to find an International King of Snark.
And dear lord! What time did you get up?! WHY?!
5.30am. Mum was leaving for work. And I was awake. And... I wanted to type up my DW notes. I have one section of the five things typed, two to go, and... another three wips to work on. All in all, over 100 minutes of audio notes to type.
Right now, I'm down to 75 minutes left and a numb butt.
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Oh, totally! And then they'd start hitting each other just to prove that they don't hit like a girl, and chaos ensues.
I think they'd have to have a Snark-Off, trying to find an International King of Snark.
My money's on Ianto. Cos he is made of Awesome. ;) (nope, not biased at all!)
Right now, I'm down to 75 minutes left and a numb butt.
Oh dear... OTOH, YAY 5 things!!! :D
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Dude. Ianto would so win. *likewise, is not at all biased*
YAY 5 things!
Want a snippet?
They bury an empty casket. There isn't a body -- for obvious reasons -- but according to the emails that popped onto their screens six months after Jack disappeared, he wanted a funeral. He wanted the ceremony and he wanted the team to grieve and heal.
Ianto isn't surprised that the service is small. Everyone who came has worked with Jack once (even Rhys has helped them on occasion). Everyone apart from the man in the striped suit who stands behind Martha. He's resting a hand on her shoulder as she watches the casket being lowered into the ground.
Ianto recognises the man's cheekbones and jaw line, the rise of forehead and the wild brown hair being flicked by the wind. Jack had sent him photos and the resemblance -- right down to the dark-rimmed glasses and bright converse sneakers -- is uncanny. The only difference is in his eyes. They look much sadder in real life.
Ianto waits until the service is completed. There are rituals that should be observed, even if the casket is a hoax.
Then he steps back, away from the team, and goes to Martha.
She blinks at him and says, "Oh, Ianto," and he steps forward to hold her. He's never been comfortable being touched by strangers, but Martha hasn't been a stranger for years.
She squeezes him hard and presses a damp kiss to his cheek. "I know it's silly, but funerals always get to me."
"If it makes you feels better," Ianto offers, his smile feeling tight, "Jack's out there somewhere, probably flirting with a species he's never met before."
She nods and then smiles. She's a better liar than Ianto thought. "That's Jack. Conquering the universe through sex and exploration."
Reaching in his inside breast pocket, Ianto pulls out the envelopes. He's had them sitting there, against his chest, since he read Jack's email. He doesn't want to give them up, but he will. "Doctor?"
The Doctor is staring out across the bright green grass of the graveyard, looking at the horizon. Ianto clears his throat but it takes Martha's gentle, "Doctor?" to stir a reaction.
"What? Yes," he turns to Ianto, "who are you?"
"Ianto Jones, sir. Torchwood Three."
The Doctor frowns at him. "One of Jack's team?"
"Jack's--" Martha stops, looking at Ianto.
They never had a term for what was between him and Jack, never needed to discuss it. Ianto has no wish to define it now. "Jack's successor. He asked me to give you these." Ianto holds up the four envelopes. One of them is crisp and new, still white with firm, sharp corners. The other three are in various stages of aging. The oldest is yellow and thick under Ianto's fingers.
"Very well." The Doctor takes them, although he seems reluctant. "Was there anything else?"
"He said to ask you to read them," Ianto says dutifully. His hands are suddenly empty and chilled. He turns up the collar of his coat against the wind. "If you'll excuse me."
The Doctor ignores him, and Ianto ignores the pitying look Martha gives him as he returns to stand by his team.
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*cries*
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It's a made of awesome vid. THAT'S MAKING ME CRY!!!
What's with me and things that make me cry this morning?!
*sniffles*
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...I will have to email you, because it's too long for *two* comments.
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Seriously, it'd end-up being Snark Off '08.
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This is awesome. So awesome, I may need to find more Ianto and Dean snark!fics.
Or pray that you write more of this 'verse.
With naked wrestling and snark.With snark.*memes*
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