Fic: Construction 2/2
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songspinnerConstruction 2/2
Pairing: none (Ianto/Jack and Owen/Diane implied)
Spoilers: "End of Days" through beginning of season 2
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Torchwood, despite wishful thinking.
Summary: Two in one: why did Owen have a new flat in season 2 and when did the species database get put in?
A/N: There are quite a few changes between when Jack leaves at the end of season 1 and when he returns to the Hub. Some are physical changes, others shifts in routines and attitudes. I felt like exploring the possibilities of one or two of those...
*****
"Cool."
Owen looks up Ianto. "Is that your scientific opinion, then, Doctor Jones?" He tries not to let the sarcasm ooze too much.
"Well, then..." Ianto's eyes do that little movement that means he's retrieving information mentally from somewhere. "That...is a very interesting specimen of plant life from beyond the Rift, and you're lucky that it's dormant just now."
Startled, the doctor backs away from the table, shaking the dirt from his hands. "What?!" His near-heart attack lasts only the three seconds it takes to see that the other man is starting to snicker. "Oh, you're a funny man. That's the big needle at your next physical, Ianto."
Settling down, Ianto leans against the wall and shakes his head. "Yet again, one word - decaf."
"Yeah, yeah. So, do you know what this is or are you just being a thorn in my side today?" Owen grumbles at his colleague and starts the examination again, carefully moving leaves aside to check the core of the thing.
"I think I know where I could find that information. I remember seeing a mention of something like it in the Archives recently. I could check for you, if you'd like."
"That would be useful, yes. Thanks." He pokes at the outer leaves of the little alien plant. "I keep wondering..."
"Hmmm?" Ianto pauses in going back up the steps. He walks back down and sits two steps from the bottom.
"Well, I spend a lot of time dealing with the insides of things that get spat out by the Rift, to see if they're toxic or figuring out how to kill them. But I did start out as a regular doctor, you know. And I just wonder if anyone's bothered recently to look to see if any of these have medicinal qualities. Something useful, aside from looking interesting." The texture of the leaves is oddly changed on the undersides, and Owen scribbles down a note about that on a nearby pad of paper.
Ianto nods at him in agreement. "Yeah, well, Torchwood One had a tendency to focus on that, and not for good reasons."
"True. Without Jack here to tell us about all these things he's familiar with, it takes forever to find, even with my knowledge of what's in the Archives."
"What we need is a database. Mainframe should be able to pull the information easily enough, and I can put in the ones that haven't been digitized yet."
Raising an eyebrow, Owen watches the younger man. "Right. A new species database. It'll definitely help us keep track of things. But on one condition."
"Which is?" Ianto answers warily.
"That you let me take one or two night shifts and you get Tosh to help you set this up.." He wags a finger in Ianto's direction. "Yes, we know that you've been taking more than your share. Did you think that Gwen wouldn't tell me about last week?"
"She needed to be at her mother's..." Ianto starts to protest, but Owen cuts him off.
"Not the point. We can't afford to have anyone that exhausted. Too risky out in the field. which you have been going into on a fairly regular basis since Jack left. Hello, team medic here? I have," he goes on, "sedated you before to keep you from overdoing it, so don't think I won't do it now."
"Fine." If Owen hadn't known Ianto's approximate age, he'd have guessed about nine years old with the sulky expression that appeared on his colleague's face.
"I'll set Tosh on you. And she's much scarier in mother-hen mode than I am."
"Counter-condition, then." Ianto smirks at him.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"That you let me help you find another flat. I know you're still sleeping on the couch here at the Hub more than you are at home, and I truly understand, but you can't keep doing it and get enough sleep yourself. Neither of us needs more stress right now."
"A new flat." Staring at him, Owen puts down the potted plant.
"One with...fewer...negative associations." Ianto explains softly, and clearly considering his choice of words. "A fresh start, if you will."
Now that the doctor thinks about it, he realizes that his colleague is right. He's been avoiding it and all the memories of Diane for too long. "Not a bad idea. I'll think about it." The admission comes out sounding reluctant, but he doesn't shrug off the hand Ianto briefly rests on his shoulder.
"Go on, then. Out. Counter-conditions..." Muttering to himself about tea-boys who know too much, Owen grabs an empty spray bottle and fills it with water. That little plant looks far too dehydrated...
Pairing: none (Ianto/Jack and Owen/Diane implied)
Spoilers: "End of Days" through beginning of season 2
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Torchwood, despite wishful thinking.
Summary: Two in one: why did Owen have a new flat in season 2 and when did the species database get put in?
A/N: There are quite a few changes between when Jack leaves at the end of season 1 and when he returns to the Hub. Some are physical changes, others shifts in routines and attitudes. I felt like exploring the possibilities of one or two of those...
*****
"Cool."
Owen looks up Ianto. "Is that your scientific opinion, then, Doctor Jones?" He tries not to let the sarcasm ooze too much.
"Well, then..." Ianto's eyes do that little movement that means he's retrieving information mentally from somewhere. "That...is a very interesting specimen of plant life from beyond the Rift, and you're lucky that it's dormant just now."
Startled, the doctor backs away from the table, shaking the dirt from his hands. "What?!" His near-heart attack lasts only the three seconds it takes to see that the other man is starting to snicker. "Oh, you're a funny man. That's the big needle at your next physical, Ianto."
Settling down, Ianto leans against the wall and shakes his head. "Yet again, one word - decaf."
"Yeah, yeah. So, do you know what this is or are you just being a thorn in my side today?" Owen grumbles at his colleague and starts the examination again, carefully moving leaves aside to check the core of the thing.
"I think I know where I could find that information. I remember seeing a mention of something like it in the Archives recently. I could check for you, if you'd like."
"That would be useful, yes. Thanks." He pokes at the outer leaves of the little alien plant. "I keep wondering..."
"Hmmm?" Ianto pauses in going back up the steps. He walks back down and sits two steps from the bottom.
"Well, I spend a lot of time dealing with the insides of things that get spat out by the Rift, to see if they're toxic or figuring out how to kill them. But I did start out as a regular doctor, you know. And I just wonder if anyone's bothered recently to look to see if any of these have medicinal qualities. Something useful, aside from looking interesting." The texture of the leaves is oddly changed on the undersides, and Owen scribbles down a note about that on a nearby pad of paper.
Ianto nods at him in agreement. "Yeah, well, Torchwood One had a tendency to focus on that, and not for good reasons."
"True. Without Jack here to tell us about all these things he's familiar with, it takes forever to find, even with my knowledge of what's in the Archives."
"What we need is a database. Mainframe should be able to pull the information easily enough, and I can put in the ones that haven't been digitized yet."
Raising an eyebrow, Owen watches the younger man. "Right. A new species database. It'll definitely help us keep track of things. But on one condition."
"Which is?" Ianto answers warily.
"That you let me take one or two night shifts and you get Tosh to help you set this up.." He wags a finger in Ianto's direction. "Yes, we know that you've been taking more than your share. Did you think that Gwen wouldn't tell me about last week?"
"She needed to be at her mother's..." Ianto starts to protest, but Owen cuts him off.
"Not the point. We can't afford to have anyone that exhausted. Too risky out in the field. which you have been going into on a fairly regular basis since Jack left. Hello, team medic here? I have," he goes on, "sedated you before to keep you from overdoing it, so don't think I won't do it now."
"Fine." If Owen hadn't known Ianto's approximate age, he'd have guessed about nine years old with the sulky expression that appeared on his colleague's face.
"I'll set Tosh on you. And she's much scarier in mother-hen mode than I am."
"Counter-condition, then." Ianto smirks at him.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"That you let me help you find another flat. I know you're still sleeping on the couch here at the Hub more than you are at home, and I truly understand, but you can't keep doing it and get enough sleep yourself. Neither of us needs more stress right now."
"A new flat." Staring at him, Owen puts down the potted plant.
"One with...fewer...negative associations." Ianto explains softly, and clearly considering his choice of words. "A fresh start, if you will."
Now that the doctor thinks about it, he realizes that his colleague is right. He's been avoiding it and all the memories of Diane for too long. "Not a bad idea. I'll think about it." The admission comes out sounding reluctant, but he doesn't shrug off the hand Ianto briefly rests on his shoulder.
"Go on, then. Out. Counter-conditions..." Muttering to himself about tea-boys who know too much, Owen grabs an empty spray bottle and fills it with water. That little plant looks far too dehydrated...
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Date: 2009-08-03 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-03 10:20 am (UTC)I like your theory though.