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songspinnerA Horticultural Truce
By songspinner9
Rating: PG
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Myfanwy
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, the BBC does. Darn it.
A/N: Set during in season 2, around the holiday season.
Summary: Sometimes, esoteric knowledge and mistletoe can help when you’re trying to prevent violence…written for Day 22 of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
redismycolour
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“For the last time, Owen, NO!”
Jack’s voice echoed through the Hub, and Ianto winced as Myfanwy cried out in alarm again.
“Come off it, Jack. You’d do the same, and you know it.”
“Ahem.” Ianto cleared his throat loudly enough to cut through the continuing argument, and pointed to the top of the doorway in which they were standing toe to toe.
“Oh, for…”
“You can’t seriously…”
“No,” Ianto interrupted the two men’s spluttering. “I do not seriously expect any sort of kissing. Please, believe me when I say that, sir. I am not responsible for putting that up…that was Gwen. But the tradition comes from a much older one. If two enemies met under mistletoe, they were to agree to a truce to last until the next day. I am rather aware that the Hub is not a Scandinavian forest, but it seems appropriate.”
There was a sullen silence that made Ianto roll his eyes and seriously consider getting the dinosaur involved. The silence lasted long enough that he drew in a breath to point out this idea out loud, but then Jack relaxed his fists and leaned back against Toshiko’s desk.
“I suppose we could set up a containment area in one of the rooms downstairs,”
Torchwood’s doctor glared for a moment longer and then finally shook his head in total exasperation. “Great. That’s all I needed. I promise not to blow up the Hub.”
“Again.” Ianto pointed out helpfully, and ducked in time to miss the small tray Owen threw at him.
“Once, tea-boy, just once! And it was only one room, remember?”
At that point, Jack started snickering, and Owen lasted all of another half a minute before he cracked up.
“I’ll just go figure out the specs for the containment, then, shall I?”
“Right. You do that.” Jack waved a hand in deliberately rude, if affectionate dismissal.
As his teammate went off in the direction of the autopsy bay, muttering to himself, Ianto turned to his smirking boss.
“Are you two quite done?” He found himself, rather unsurprisingly, enclosed in a strong embrace. “With the arguing, that is.”
“Yup.” Jack grinned at him. “Thank you for helping. I think that deserves a demonstration of the more modern tradition of mistletoe in wintertime. Drove the Victorians to distraction, you know. All that public affection, using that little plant as an excuse.”
“And you need an excuse, sir?”
Any answer to that bit of calm sarcasm was postponed by Jack’s enthusiastic demonstration.
By songspinner9
Rating: PG
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen, Myfanwy
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, the BBC does. Darn it.
A/N: Set during in season 2, around the holiday season.
Summary: Sometimes, esoteric knowledge and mistletoe can help when you’re trying to prevent violence…written for Day 22 of the
redismycolour***
“For the last time, Owen, NO!”
Jack’s voice echoed through the Hub, and Ianto winced as Myfanwy cried out in alarm again.
“Come off it, Jack. You’d do the same, and you know it.”
“Ahem.” Ianto cleared his throat loudly enough to cut through the continuing argument, and pointed to the top of the doorway in which they were standing toe to toe.
“Oh, for…”
“You can’t seriously…”
“No,” Ianto interrupted the two men’s spluttering. “I do not seriously expect any sort of kissing. Please, believe me when I say that, sir. I am not responsible for putting that up…that was Gwen. But the tradition comes from a much older one. If two enemies met under mistletoe, they were to agree to a truce to last until the next day. I am rather aware that the Hub is not a Scandinavian forest, but it seems appropriate.”
There was a sullen silence that made Ianto roll his eyes and seriously consider getting the dinosaur involved. The silence lasted long enough that he drew in a breath to point out this idea out loud, but then Jack relaxed his fists and leaned back against Toshiko’s desk.
“I suppose we could set up a containment area in one of the rooms downstairs,”
Torchwood’s doctor glared for a moment longer and then finally shook his head in total exasperation. “Great. That’s all I needed. I promise not to blow up the Hub.”
“Again.” Ianto pointed out helpfully, and ducked in time to miss the small tray Owen threw at him.
“Once, tea-boy, just once! And it was only one room, remember?”
At that point, Jack started snickering, and Owen lasted all of another half a minute before he cracked up.
“I’ll just go figure out the specs for the containment, then, shall I?”
“Right. You do that.” Jack waved a hand in deliberately rude, if affectionate dismissal.
As his teammate went off in the direction of the autopsy bay, muttering to himself, Ianto turned to his smirking boss.
“Are you two quite done?” He found himself, rather unsurprisingly, enclosed in a strong embrace. “With the arguing, that is.”
“Yup.” Jack grinned at him. “Thank you for helping. I think that deserves a demonstration of the more modern tradition of mistletoe in wintertime. Drove the Victorians to distraction, you know. All that public affection, using that little plant as an excuse.”
“And you need an excuse, sir?”
Any answer to that bit of calm sarcasm was postponed by Jack’s enthusiastic demonstration.
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