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ofthesoundsTitle: Total Misunderstanding.
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Fandom: Torchwood.
Characters: Ianto Jones & Martha Jones (no relation).
Prompt: “Yeah tha’d be me. Sorry, I’m a twat.”
Word Count: 598 words.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Ianto freaks out a little and yells at the team.
Author's Notes: This is an (nearly painful) alternative universe story. And quite funny, if I do say so myself. It's also a bit shorter than I wanted for this fic, so I might be re-writing it.
Ianto stood with his arms folded over his chest, his pinstripe suit wrinkled almost as much as his forehead was. There were unspoken rules, but now he was starting to believe that those rules should be written down. Posted in bright red letters.
DO NOT TOUCH THE COFFEE MACHINE UNLESS YOU ARE IANTO
He didn’t complain when there were pizza boxes left all over the Hub. Hell, he looked past the fact thatJack someone who shall remain nameless did something entirely naughty and completely unethical work-wise with the copy machine (Ianto actually found the flip book rather amusing, to say the very least).
But someone had touched his coffee machine, and that was uncalled for.
It may be silly, but the coffee machine was the one thing that Ianto always had control over. It was the one thing he had mastered in the world, and while other people were welcome to bring their coffee pots and whatnot into the Hub, he thought it was understood that nobody touched his machine.
“Oi!” He shouted as he went storming out into the main area of the Hub. The reactions were all expected; Martha gave a jump while Owen and Willow barely glanced up. Gwen was utterly consumed in watching CCTV, and the Doctor’s Converse shoes quickly dropped from the table to the floor before he gave a glance to Rose.
“I know that it may be a waste of breath, but the coffee machine is not a toy. It’s an expensive piece of machinery and I would greatly appreciate it if you all could keep your grubby little hands off of it!”
He huffed.
Martha smirked.
Owen and Willow continued to ignore him; Owen was playing a game on his computer, and Willow was working on a crossword.
Ianto’s tone drew Gwen’s attention, her eyebrows arching over her large eyes.
The Doctor was grinning, and Rose went back to reading her magazine, curled at Ten’s side.
“Who did it?” Ianto finally asked. He was eyeing them all suspiciously. The more annoyed he got, the harsher his Welsh vowels sounded, and that brought Jack out from his office that sat above everyone else’s work stations. “Well?” Ianto demanded, his eyes drawn to Owen because let’s face it, Owen was generally the one to mess around with other’s belongings.
“Ah,” Martha glanced around and the smile faded from her features. “Yeah tha’d be me,” she admitted and raised her pen a bit in the air. “Sorry, I’m a twat.” She at least looked sympathetic, even if she hadn’t realized how much the coffee machine meant to Ianto.
It was damn near impossible to stay mad at Martha with the apologetic look on her features, and Ianto huffed lightly. When he glanced back up at Jack, he was smirking and he knew that Jack was highly amused.
Rolling his eyes a bit, he straightened his tie almost nervously. “It’s fine, just... Don’t touch it again.”
“No problem, I didn’t know it ... Was important to you. Sorry, Ianto,” she offered a full smile with her words and Ianto shook his head as he went back to fix the settings on the coffee machine to where he usually had them.
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ofthesoundsFandom: Torchwood.
Characters: Ianto Jones & Martha Jones (no relation).
Prompt: “Yeah tha’d be me. Sorry, I’m a twat.”
Word Count: 598 words.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Ianto freaks out a little and yells at the team.
Author's Notes: This is an (nearly painful) alternative universe story. And quite funny, if I do say so myself. It's also a bit shorter than I wanted for this fic, so I might be re-writing it.
Ianto stood with his arms folded over his chest, his pinstripe suit wrinkled almost as much as his forehead was. There were unspoken rules, but now he was starting to believe that those rules should be written down. Posted in bright red letters.
DO NOT TOUCH THE COFFEE MACHINE UNLESS YOU ARE IANTO
He didn’t complain when there were pizza boxes left all over the Hub. Hell, he looked past the fact that
But someone had touched his coffee machine, and that was uncalled for.
It may be silly, but the coffee machine was the one thing that Ianto always had control over. It was the one thing he had mastered in the world, and while other people were welcome to bring their coffee pots and whatnot into the Hub, he thought it was understood that nobody touched his machine.
“Oi!” He shouted as he went storming out into the main area of the Hub. The reactions were all expected; Martha gave a jump while Owen and Willow barely glanced up. Gwen was utterly consumed in watching CCTV, and the Doctor’s Converse shoes quickly dropped from the table to the floor before he gave a glance to Rose.
“I know that it may be a waste of breath, but the coffee machine is not a toy. It’s an expensive piece of machinery and I would greatly appreciate it if you all could keep your grubby little hands off of it!”
He huffed.
Martha smirked.
Owen and Willow continued to ignore him; Owen was playing a game on his computer, and Willow was working on a crossword.
Ianto’s tone drew Gwen’s attention, her eyebrows arching over her large eyes.
The Doctor was grinning, and Rose went back to reading her magazine, curled at Ten’s side.
“Who did it?” Ianto finally asked. He was eyeing them all suspiciously. The more annoyed he got, the harsher his Welsh vowels sounded, and that brought Jack out from his office that sat above everyone else’s work stations. “Well?” Ianto demanded, his eyes drawn to Owen because let’s face it, Owen was generally the one to mess around with other’s belongings.
“Ah,” Martha glanced around and the smile faded from her features. “Yeah tha’d be me,” she admitted and raised her pen a bit in the air. “Sorry, I’m a twat.” She at least looked sympathetic, even if she hadn’t realized how much the coffee machine meant to Ianto.
It was damn near impossible to stay mad at Martha with the apologetic look on her features, and Ianto huffed lightly. When he glanced back up at Jack, he was smirking and he knew that Jack was highly amused.
Rolling his eyes a bit, he straightened his tie almost nervously. “It’s fine, just... Don’t touch it again.”
“No problem, I didn’t know it ... Was important to you. Sorry, Ianto,” she offered a full smile with her words and Ianto shook his head as he went back to fix the settings on the coffee machine to where he usually had them.
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Date: 2009-04-04 04:37 am (UTC)*points to TW communities* go forth and post! Muah!
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Date: 2009-04-07 02:36 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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