Mini-rant...

[fajrdrako]

I would be really, really happy if I never read another Jack/Ianto fic in which Jack asks Ianto to stop calling him 'sir'.

Please.

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[order_of_chaos]

*grin* Fun, isn't it?

A few days later...

Owen: Er... Ianto? You can stop calling me sir, now.
Ianto: *blinks innocently* But you're the boss, sir.
Owen: I don't care - just stop it. It's creepy.
Ianto: Yes, sir. Would you like a blowjob with your coffee, sir?
Owen: That's it. That's fucking it! I quit.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Heee! I love it - and you know? It even sounds plausible.

Well, half plausible. Owen would get the blow job first; then he would quit.

[order_of_chaos]

The Owen in my head (one of them) is still trying to convince himself he's straight, poor thing. Hence the quitting first.

Was trying to work out whether Gwen or Tosh would end up in command, when I realised that, no, they wouldn't. Torchwood Three is now run by Committee - Gwen as President, Toshiko as Treasurer, Ianto as Secretary. Owen's back again (safe from Ianto, now he's not the boss) not in any particular capacity, but glad not to end up with more paperwork than he already has.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

The Owen in my head (one of them) is still trying to convince himself he's straight, poor thing.

Also plausible; but an attempt, I think, doomed to failure. The Owen in my head (whom I seldom listen to) has a huge crush on Jack, and since Jack has shown no interest, is overcompensating in all directions.

I like the idea of Ianto as secretary, and Torchwood by committee. Gwen could get management advice from Rhys.

[order_of_chaos]

Gwen could recruit Rhys. They need at least one more person so as to have odd numbers when they vote on things, and Torchwood could use someone stable to take care of them. And feed them.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

And to clean the oven. I have the feeling that Ianto and Rhys, though they have very different personalities, might be kindred souls under the surface.

[order_of_chaos]

Which begs the question of why Ianto hasn't cleaned the oven already - true, it's filthy, and he thinks there's something alive in the sludge on the bottom, and the last time Owen tried to borrow it for one of his experiments something inside hissed at him, but since when did that bother him? He's Torchwood. That sort of thing's normal for them. Possibly it's just because they never used it anyway.
Rhys cleans the oven. He and Ianto share the kitchen, Rhys making dinner, Ianto making coffee, and Rhys talks - cheerful, idle conversation about nothing in particular. Football scores. Pinches of nutmeg - one or two? The mating habits of pterodactyls. This last, Ianto doesn't want to know, and says so. After this, the conversation isn't so one-sided - the first time Owen enters the kitchen to find Ianto laughing openly, he drops the cup he's carrying and is banned from the place thereafter.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I love your Torchwood.

[spherissa.livejournal.com]

Haven't watched Torchwood yet, but I can't help but think that if you titled this _How Ianto came to be Number one at Torcbwood Number 3_ (it is three right?) -- anyhow -- and maybe added in Gwen and... um, remember I don 't watch TW so anyone else relevant it'd be a fan with those, who like, me, adore crack fic...

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Aaaah, there is plenty of Torchwood crackfic, some of it even on the screen.