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dru_evilista) wrote2009-07-12 08:54 pm
dru_evilista) wrote2009-07-12 08:54 pm
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FIC: Cure The Soul (Torchwood 2/61, Jack/Owen/Ianto)
Jack pushed the cart though the food store, coat billowing behind him dramatically. He was aware he looked slightly foolish, but didn’t particularly care. Ianto, walking beside him, reading from a shopping list, in his neatly pressed three piece suit looked equally out of place.
"Alright we have bread, peanut butter, vegetables- Jack, put down those cakes - fruit, cereal, veggie burgers, tofu, tofurky, tofu burgers -“ Ianto paused, and rolled his eyes. They had started making real meals at the hub, and Jack had gotten a bit obsessed with tofu. Ianto didn’t particularly like it himself, but it was better than meat. Jack managed to miss the whole point of it, and would mix it in with the hamburger when he cooked for himself.
He grabbed a box of crackers as they passed by, and continued.
“Crackers. Frozen waffles, frozen dinners, frozen pizza, eggs, and all we need is the milk."
"I miss the days when we lived on take out." Jack muttered, putting the box of chocolate cakes back on the shelf. He picked up another box that promised “low fat” alternatives, and tossed them in the cart before Ianto could protest.
"Yes, well who knew Owen of all people would be such a food nazi?" Ianto sighed folding the list up and slipping it into his jacket pocket.
"I blame you. He never harassed me about my eating habits in all the months we were sleeping together." Jack accused lightly.
Ianto scowled. "Why would I turn him into a food nazi?"
"You’re a vegetarian? You're mortal, and I'm not?" Jack asked then flinched violently at the deafening blast of the loud speaker calling for someone. Ianto reached out, placing a light hand on his captain’s arm, stroking it lightly.
"Yes everything is my fault.” Ianto admitted, with a playful role of his eyes. “Of course. You could be happily drowning your immortal organs in fat and grease, if it weren’t for me." The sarcasm was rolling off the younger man so thickly it was threatening to actually puddle on the floor and cause a slipping hazard.
"Glad we both understand the situation." Jack grinned at his lover, and then switched gears. The entire point of the shopping trip had been to get Ianto out in to public again. Ianto had gotten surprisingly good at handling their emotions, even Gwen’s, but the few lost tourists who came in to the store front weren’t nearly enough to give Ianto any real amount of practice.
Jack pointed at a random person, picking up the game he'd been making Ianto play since they left the hub. "What's she feeling?"
"Bored." Ianto answered immediately, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh don't you give me that look. You're going to turn into a vampire bat at the rate you're going. You never leave the hub. You don't have any human contact outside the team. You need to start getting out again. We all do. We have to get back to our normal lives."
"Normal is over rated." Ianto grumbled pointing to random people. "Headache. PMS. Worrying about if he turned the stove off. Angry. And morning sickness."
Jack's eyebrow climbed. Ianto, for all his distaste for leaving the hub now, was getting good. He was hardly even flinching from people's emotions. Though he hated being around strangers. Jack wondered, briefly, if Ianto was simply making it up to humor him. He watched as the woman Ianto had labeled with morning sickness throw a pregnancy test kit into her cart and decided that Ianto probably wasn’t lying.
"Stove?" he asked, amused.
"He was thinking about it really hard. I saw a flat go up in flames." Ianto tried to sound nonchalant, studying a display of packaged doughnuts intently.
"You sure it wasn't a vision?" Jack wanted to know. Ianto’s premonitions were rare, but always accurate, and, to Ianto at least, unsettling.
"...fairly sure." Ianto paused, sighed and then leaned over, grabbing the man’s arm. “You left your stove on.” He said urgently.
Jack grabbed Ianto by the back of his coat and pulled him away as the man stared wide eyed, and pulled out his mobile, hopefully calling home and not the police.
"Ianto leave the nice man alone, and cool it with the crazy talk, yes?" Jack hissed.
Ianto opened his mouth to reply, but stumbled instead, heart rate spiking as fell against the doughnut display.
"Ianto?" Jack moved quickly to his side, senses scanning over him for injures or illness, as the man looked around wildly.
"Owen! That was Owen! Owen, get your slimy arse out here this minute, you bastard!" Ianto called out, pulling himself up.
Owen's head popped out from around a shelf and he grinned and waved, coming over to join his lovers. He tossed a bag of cheesy poofs into the cart.
"What are you doing and what just happened?" Jack demanded, keeping one arm around Ianto, looking from one to the other.
"Owen just, just threw emotions at me! If you can call them emotions... maybe more a vision...a graphic one." Ianto said.
"What?" Jack narrowed his eyes.
"Fuck me!" Owen announced, not at all quietly. “I just yelled ‘fuck me’ at him. Anything he saw came from his own twisted perversions.” Owen looked in the cart, and pulled out the low fat cakes, tossing them back on the shelf.
Ianto’s antics earlier had gotten the attention of nearby shoppers, and Owen’s proclamation cemented their interest. One older woman tutted, shaking her head.
Jack pasted on his most charming smile, and laughed loudly, grabbing a package of doughnuts and tossing it in the cart. "So sorry! They're off their medication! I should get them back to the home!" he pushed Ianto towards the cart, and grabbed Owen by the scruff of the neck, herding them both to the front of the store
"I swear if you get us banned from another food store I will hurt you both!" Jack threatened though his teeth, swatting Owen’s hand as it reached for the bag of doughnuts.
"Not my fault!" Ianto hissed back.
"What? It was a test! A scientific test of Ianto's shielding abilities!” Owen tried to reason. He turned to Ianto when Jack let him go. “I commend you! I was expecting you to jump me and fuck me right here in the middle of the store."
"Owen!" Ianto's face flamed. "Could you possibly say that any louder?!" He glanced around, pushing the cart a little faster.
"Well ok. I was expecting you to jump-"
Ianto's hand clamped over Owen's mouth before he could yell any more.
Jack rolled his eyes as they reached the register, and started to unload the cart quickly.
“Do you two have to be so…” he searched for the right word. “Odd?” Not that they had been exactly normal before they had been changed. Neither of them had particularly good social skills.
Owen stuck out his tongue and Ianto reached into Jack’s greatcoat, pulling out his wallet and counting out the right amount of cash. He raised an eyebrow at his captain, as he tucked the wallet back into Jack’s pocket. “Says the man wearing period military?"
"Alright we have bread, peanut butter, vegetables- Jack, put down those cakes - fruit, cereal, veggie burgers, tofu, tofurky, tofu burgers -“ Ianto paused, and rolled his eyes. They had started making real meals at the hub, and Jack had gotten a bit obsessed with tofu. Ianto didn’t particularly like it himself, but it was better than meat. Jack managed to miss the whole point of it, and would mix it in with the hamburger when he cooked for himself.
He grabbed a box of crackers as they passed by, and continued.
“Crackers. Frozen waffles, frozen dinners, frozen pizza, eggs, and all we need is the milk."
"I miss the days when we lived on take out." Jack muttered, putting the box of chocolate cakes back on the shelf. He picked up another box that promised “low fat” alternatives, and tossed them in the cart before Ianto could protest.
"Yes, well who knew Owen of all people would be such a food nazi?" Ianto sighed folding the list up and slipping it into his jacket pocket.
"I blame you. He never harassed me about my eating habits in all the months we were sleeping together." Jack accused lightly.
Ianto scowled. "Why would I turn him into a food nazi?"
"You’re a vegetarian? You're mortal, and I'm not?" Jack asked then flinched violently at the deafening blast of the loud speaker calling for someone. Ianto reached out, placing a light hand on his captain’s arm, stroking it lightly.
"Yes everything is my fault.” Ianto admitted, with a playful role of his eyes. “Of course. You could be happily drowning your immortal organs in fat and grease, if it weren’t for me." The sarcasm was rolling off the younger man so thickly it was threatening to actually puddle on the floor and cause a slipping hazard.
"Glad we both understand the situation." Jack grinned at his lover, and then switched gears. The entire point of the shopping trip had been to get Ianto out in to public again. Ianto had gotten surprisingly good at handling their emotions, even Gwen’s, but the few lost tourists who came in to the store front weren’t nearly enough to give Ianto any real amount of practice.
Jack pointed at a random person, picking up the game he'd been making Ianto play since they left the hub. "What's she feeling?"
"Bored." Ianto answered immediately, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh don't you give me that look. You're going to turn into a vampire bat at the rate you're going. You never leave the hub. You don't have any human contact outside the team. You need to start getting out again. We all do. We have to get back to our normal lives."
"Normal is over rated." Ianto grumbled pointing to random people. "Headache. PMS. Worrying about if he turned the stove off. Angry. And morning sickness."
Jack's eyebrow climbed. Ianto, for all his distaste for leaving the hub now, was getting good. He was hardly even flinching from people's emotions. Though he hated being around strangers. Jack wondered, briefly, if Ianto was simply making it up to humor him. He watched as the woman Ianto had labeled with morning sickness throw a pregnancy test kit into her cart and decided that Ianto probably wasn’t lying.
"Stove?" he asked, amused.
"He was thinking about it really hard. I saw a flat go up in flames." Ianto tried to sound nonchalant, studying a display of packaged doughnuts intently.
"You sure it wasn't a vision?" Jack wanted to know. Ianto’s premonitions were rare, but always accurate, and, to Ianto at least, unsettling.
"...fairly sure." Ianto paused, sighed and then leaned over, grabbing the man’s arm. “You left your stove on.” He said urgently.
Jack grabbed Ianto by the back of his coat and pulled him away as the man stared wide eyed, and pulled out his mobile, hopefully calling home and not the police.
"Ianto leave the nice man alone, and cool it with the crazy talk, yes?" Jack hissed.
Ianto opened his mouth to reply, but stumbled instead, heart rate spiking as fell against the doughnut display.
"Ianto?" Jack moved quickly to his side, senses scanning over him for injures or illness, as the man looked around wildly.
"Owen! That was Owen! Owen, get your slimy arse out here this minute, you bastard!" Ianto called out, pulling himself up.
Owen's head popped out from around a shelf and he grinned and waved, coming over to join his lovers. He tossed a bag of cheesy poofs into the cart.
"What are you doing and what just happened?" Jack demanded, keeping one arm around Ianto, looking from one to the other.
"Owen just, just threw emotions at me! If you can call them emotions... maybe more a vision...a graphic one." Ianto said.
"What?" Jack narrowed his eyes.
"Fuck me!" Owen announced, not at all quietly. “I just yelled ‘fuck me’ at him. Anything he saw came from his own twisted perversions.” Owen looked in the cart, and pulled out the low fat cakes, tossing them back on the shelf.
Ianto’s antics earlier had gotten the attention of nearby shoppers, and Owen’s proclamation cemented their interest. One older woman tutted, shaking her head.
Jack pasted on his most charming smile, and laughed loudly, grabbing a package of doughnuts and tossing it in the cart. "So sorry! They're off their medication! I should get them back to the home!" he pushed Ianto towards the cart, and grabbed Owen by the scruff of the neck, herding them both to the front of the store
"I swear if you get us banned from another food store I will hurt you both!" Jack threatened though his teeth, swatting Owen’s hand as it reached for the bag of doughnuts.
"Not my fault!" Ianto hissed back.
"What? It was a test! A scientific test of Ianto's shielding abilities!” Owen tried to reason. He turned to Ianto when Jack let him go. “I commend you! I was expecting you to jump me and fuck me right here in the middle of the store."
"Owen!" Ianto's face flamed. "Could you possibly say that any louder?!" He glanced around, pushing the cart a little faster.
"Well ok. I was expecting you to jump-"
Ianto's hand clamped over Owen's mouth before he could yell any more.
Jack rolled his eyes as they reached the register, and started to unload the cart quickly.
“Do you two have to be so…” he searched for the right word. “Odd?” Not that they had been exactly normal before they had been changed. Neither of them had particularly good social skills.
Owen stuck out his tongue and Ianto reached into Jack’s greatcoat, pulling out his wallet and counting out the right amount of cash. He raised an eyebrow at his captain, as he tucked the wallet back into Jack’s pocket. “Says the man wearing period military?"
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Wonderful!
Now, Ianto, go fuck Owen like he not-so-subtley hinted at.
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