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gracie_musicaTitle: Luck Gandor Learns That Welshman Wielding Stun Guns Are Pretty Damn Formidable
Date Written: 4/30/09
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 1,541
Fandom: Torchwood/Baccano!
Disclaimer: Property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: Luck Gandor, Jack/Ianto, Gwen, OC
Spoilers: For Baccano! anime, DW 01, and TW 01 and 02
Warnings: Slightly bloody and some cursing.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my gorgeous betas![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katestamps, teachwriteslash, and totally4ryo. A sequel to Ianto Jones Unknowingly Hosts A Poker Game And Asks The Loaded Question, and for all three of my betas who had crazy days yesterday. And for the record, the muses say they didn't do it, but the image Kate presented was just too funny to pass up!
21st Century, New York, New York
Luck could hear Berga yelling downstairs.
This in and of itself, of course, wasn't all that unusual. Claire used to joke that Berga seemed to have two vocal settings: Booming and Eardrum Splitting. Even when he whispered, the middle Gandor brother's voice just carried.
He'd gone on to say that Keith also had two settings: Mute and Listen To Me. And Luck just had Placid and Pissed off.
When Berga had said that Claire just had Crazy, the assassin had just grinned back.
Sometimes (most of the time, all of the time) he really missed his brother.
The yelling was getting louder, which meant that something had pissed Berga off. Then the shouting stopped and there was a very heavy thud outside the door.
Well.
Damn.
Luck reached into his desk and pulled out a pistol, mentally making a list of things that could have gone wrong today. This week. This month. This year.
Ianto Jones of Torchwood, Cardiff bursting into his office was decidedly not on the list.
Luck steepled his fingers on the desk. "Ianto."
"Luck." The very angry Welshman pointed a -- what was that in his hand? -- at him. Luck tilted his head to the side, regarding the weapon. It was short and vaguely gun-shaped, with yellow and black striped banding around the barrel. The end was snub-nosed and flat metal, almost like a curling iron.
"... Is that a stun gun?" the New Yorker asked, pointing a finger at it.
"Yes." Ianto paused, hesitating for just a moment before continuing. "Was that your brother in the hall? Big loud bloke?"
"That would be Berga."
Ianto nodded thoughtfully. "He'll probably be mad when he wakes up," he commented.
Luck chuckled. "He might try to kill you."
"Thanks to you lot, it's not going to stick!"
Two Days Earlier, Cardiff, Wales
"JACK HARKNESS!"
Life in Torchwood was a revolving door. Agents came and left, usually in a body bag. Suzie was still in the crypts and Toshiko was lying in a London cemetery. They hadn't found enough of Owen to bury, but he had a memorial tombstone. Gwen and Ianto had stepped up beautifully, working well with their new coworkers and training them to be a crack team in the field.
Since the birth of her first child, Gwen had been leaning more towards the admin side of things. This was fine with everyone; actively encouraged, actually. They all adored little Torchwood Baby Williams to bits and none of them wanted to deprive him of his mother. If Jack had gotten his way, she'd have been confined to the Hub, but the seven months she'd been on maternity desk duty had been hell for everyone. That, and Ianto had threatened to break out the decaf if she touched his archives.
Since Gwen stayed in more, Ianto usually went out in the field on runs with the new kids (they would always be the new kids, even though Jessie had been with them for three years now). Most of the time Jack went out with them, but today he'd had to stay back to talk to the Prime Minister. He'd tried to claim that a rogue Weevil emergency was cause enough for him to get out of his teleconference, but Ianto had explained that it was just one little Weevil and that if he hung up on the PM he could handle himself for a week or so.
Ianto was a hell of a negotiator.
He practically kicked in the door to Jack's office, making Jack almost fall out of his chair. He'd rarely seen Ianto in such a mood, and never had it been directed towards him.
He hadn't even done anything! Yet. He tried to be a good boy, honest.
Ianto stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, that Would Be Adorable If He Wasn't Projecting Death frown painting his face. His tie was cut in half, three large diagonal slashes down the front of his shirt, leaving shreds of button-up shirt and suit coat hanging off his body.
"Oh God, are you okay?" Jack asked, standing and moving around the desk to get a proper look at Ianto. He put his hand on the younger man's slightly furry chest, fingers sliding through the faint dusting of body hair to touch warm, whole skin.
Ianto smacked his hand away. "Damn it, Jack! How could you?"
"How could I what?"
Behind Ianto in the Hub, Jack could barely make out Jessie stating to have a minor nervous breakdown. Gwen was trying to soothe the young girl with some tea, but her voice got louder and louder.
"What is up with you lot? First Jack, and now Ianto?!"
Ianto shut the door, cutting off the rest of the conversation.
"... She's kidding."
Ianto just crossed his arms.
"Tell me she's kidding," Jack begged. "Or that she's mistaken."
"I wish I could," Ianto told him softly. "But then that would mean that I'd be lying dead in an alley."
Jack was torn between feeling quiet despair over Ianto's predicament and being ridiculously, deliriously happy that he could have someone by his side for more than a handful of years.
But first... "Show me."
Ianto walked over to Jack's desk, taking up the sharp letter opener. With an almost detached ease, he pressed the blade into his palm. The edges were sharp enough that they sliced easily through the thin layers of skin, deep red blood welling up in Ianto's palm. Jack came over and took his hand, just watching.
The wet flow of blood eventually ebbed, and then slowed to a stop. For a split second it was almost as if the thick blood was throbbing, as if it really was a living entity. Then it started seeping back into Ianto's hand, the twin slices in his hand healing up in their wake.
Jack touched the warm, dry palm with gentle touches, making Ianto flinch at the slight tickling sensation. The Captain brought the hand up to his mouth, carefully kissing the palm, soothing away any lingering phantom pain.
Later, much later, after Jack had kicked everyone out of the Hub and kissed every inch of Ianto's skin that had been injured earlier in the day, the young Welshman turned and looked at Jack. "You know we're going to New York. Tomorrow."
Jack sighed and threw his arm over his eyes. "You're only allowed to kill those of us in the Immortals Club."
New York, New York
"If it's any consolation, Jack didn't know," Luck said.
"That is so heartwarming," Ianto replied, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
"He wouldn't have done it to you without discussing it first." Luck smiled and motioned for Ianto to take the seat across from him. "He's honorable in that way."
Ianto elected to remain standing. "Not like you."
Luck leaned against his hand, keeping the placid smile on his face. "What do you want, Ianto?"
The younger immortal put his hands on the desk, leaning in until he was almost touching noses with Luck. "I want to know why you picked me, out of everyone else you could have chosen."
The Gandor brother briefly wondered if Ianto would have done this sort of thing before becoming immortal. Part of him expected that the Welshman would have, but it would be a question that he'd never get answered now. "Because we need you."
Ianto blinked. "Come again?"
"We need you."
"If you're talking about Jack, you're clearly off your rocker," Ianto said, straightening up. "You've known him longer than I have, so you should know that Jack's not exactly built for monogamy."
The youngest Gandor brother rapped the desk with his knuckles. "I'd have to argue that humans aren't built for monogamy." At Ianto's frown, he continued. "Humanity can be great and all, but for the most part we're all scum. And for us, the longer we live, the more bad we see. The more we take into ourselves.
"But we're also really selfish, Ianto," he continued. "Jack told us about you. He tells us a lot, you know how he gets."
"Lot of volume, little substance," the younger man agreed with a fond smile on his face.
"Exactly." Luck grinned as well. "And when he told us about you, we knew that we wanted you to join us. And when you passed the No Thanks To Immortality test, we knew we'd chosen well."
"That's what I'm not getting," Ianto said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Why am I so special?"
"Because you've still got the good part of humanity in you, despite all you've seen." Luck sat back in his seat, grinning. "I mean, you just broke into a mafia house using a hand held stun gun. How many mortals do you know would do that?"
"I like the stun gun," Ianto said defensively. "You'll have to pry it out of my cold, temporarily-dead hands."
"Exactly my point," Luck chuckled. "You'll be good for all of us."
The young immortal considered this for a few moments. "I have just one more question, Mr. Gandor."
"What that?"
"Where's the Martillo headquarters? I need to see Firo and Maiza too."
Luck's laugh echoed down the hall.
Date Written: 4/30/09
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 1,541
Fandom: Torchwood/Baccano!
Disclaimer: Property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: Luck Gandor, Jack/Ianto, Gwen, OC
Spoilers: For Baccano! anime, DW 01, and TW 01 and 02
Warnings: Slightly bloody and some cursing.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my gorgeous betas
katestamps, teachwriteslash, and totally4ryo. A sequel to Ianto Jones Unknowingly Hosts A Poker Game And Asks The Loaded Question, and for all three of my betas who had crazy days yesterday. And for the record, the muses say they didn't do it, but the image Kate presented was just too funny to pass up!Luck could hear Berga yelling downstairs.
This in and of itself, of course, wasn't all that unusual. Claire used to joke that Berga seemed to have two vocal settings: Booming and Eardrum Splitting. Even when he whispered, the middle Gandor brother's voice just carried.
He'd gone on to say that Keith also had two settings: Mute and Listen To Me. And Luck just had Placid and Pissed off.
When Berga had said that Claire just had Crazy, the assassin had just grinned back.
Sometimes (most of the time, all of the time) he really missed his brother.
The yelling was getting louder, which meant that something had pissed Berga off. Then the shouting stopped and there was a very heavy thud outside the door.
Well.
Damn.
Luck reached into his desk and pulled out a pistol, mentally making a list of things that could have gone wrong today. This week. This month. This year.
Ianto Jones of Torchwood, Cardiff bursting into his office was decidedly not on the list.
Luck steepled his fingers on the desk. "Ianto."
"Luck." The very angry Welshman pointed a -- what was that in his hand? -- at him. Luck tilted his head to the side, regarding the weapon. It was short and vaguely gun-shaped, with yellow and black striped banding around the barrel. The end was snub-nosed and flat metal, almost like a curling iron.
"... Is that a stun gun?" the New Yorker asked, pointing a finger at it.
"Yes." Ianto paused, hesitating for just a moment before continuing. "Was that your brother in the hall? Big loud bloke?"
"That would be Berga."
Ianto nodded thoughtfully. "He'll probably be mad when he wakes up," he commented.
Luck chuckled. "He might try to kill you."
"Thanks to you lot, it's not going to stick!"
"JACK HARKNESS!"
Life in Torchwood was a revolving door. Agents came and left, usually in a body bag. Suzie was still in the crypts and Toshiko was lying in a London cemetery. They hadn't found enough of Owen to bury, but he had a memorial tombstone. Gwen and Ianto had stepped up beautifully, working well with their new coworkers and training them to be a crack team in the field.
Since the birth of her first child, Gwen had been leaning more towards the admin side of things. This was fine with everyone; actively encouraged, actually. They all adored little Torchwood Baby Williams to bits and none of them wanted to deprive him of his mother. If Jack had gotten his way, she'd have been confined to the Hub, but the seven months she'd been on maternity desk duty had been hell for everyone. That, and Ianto had threatened to break out the decaf if she touched his archives.
Since Gwen stayed in more, Ianto usually went out in the field on runs with the new kids (they would always be the new kids, even though Jessie had been with them for three years now). Most of the time Jack went out with them, but today he'd had to stay back to talk to the Prime Minister. He'd tried to claim that a rogue Weevil emergency was cause enough for him to get out of his teleconference, but Ianto had explained that it was just one little Weevil and that if he hung up on the PM he could handle himself for a week or so.
Ianto was a hell of a negotiator.
He practically kicked in the door to Jack's office, making Jack almost fall out of his chair. He'd rarely seen Ianto in such a mood, and never had it been directed towards him.
He hadn't even done anything! Yet. He tried to be a good boy, honest.
Ianto stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, that Would Be Adorable If He Wasn't Projecting Death frown painting his face. His tie was cut in half, three large diagonal slashes down the front of his shirt, leaving shreds of button-up shirt and suit coat hanging off his body.
"Oh God, are you okay?" Jack asked, standing and moving around the desk to get a proper look at Ianto. He put his hand on the younger man's slightly furry chest, fingers sliding through the faint dusting of body hair to touch warm, whole skin.
Ianto smacked his hand away. "Damn it, Jack! How could you?"
"How could I what?"
Behind Ianto in the Hub, Jack could barely make out Jessie stating to have a minor nervous breakdown. Gwen was trying to soothe the young girl with some tea, but her voice got louder and louder.
"What is up with you lot? First Jack, and now Ianto?!"
Ianto shut the door, cutting off the rest of the conversation.
"... She's kidding."
Ianto just crossed his arms.
"Tell me she's kidding," Jack begged. "Or that she's mistaken."
"I wish I could," Ianto told him softly. "But then that would mean that I'd be lying dead in an alley."
Jack was torn between feeling quiet despair over Ianto's predicament and being ridiculously, deliriously happy that he could have someone by his side for more than a handful of years.
But first... "Show me."
Ianto walked over to Jack's desk, taking up the sharp letter opener. With an almost detached ease, he pressed the blade into his palm. The edges were sharp enough that they sliced easily through the thin layers of skin, deep red blood welling up in Ianto's palm. Jack came over and took his hand, just watching.
The wet flow of blood eventually ebbed, and then slowed to a stop. For a split second it was almost as if the thick blood was throbbing, as if it really was a living entity. Then it started seeping back into Ianto's hand, the twin slices in his hand healing up in their wake.
Jack touched the warm, dry palm with gentle touches, making Ianto flinch at the slight tickling sensation. The Captain brought the hand up to his mouth, carefully kissing the palm, soothing away any lingering phantom pain.
Later, much later, after Jack had kicked everyone out of the Hub and kissed every inch of Ianto's skin that had been injured earlier in the day, the young Welshman turned and looked at Jack. "You know we're going to New York. Tomorrow."
Jack sighed and threw his arm over his eyes. "You're only allowed to kill those of us in the Immortals Club."
"If it's any consolation, Jack didn't know," Luck said.
"That is so heartwarming," Ianto replied, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
"He wouldn't have done it to you without discussing it first." Luck smiled and motioned for Ianto to take the seat across from him. "He's honorable in that way."
Ianto elected to remain standing. "Not like you."
Luck leaned against his hand, keeping the placid smile on his face. "What do you want, Ianto?"
The younger immortal put his hands on the desk, leaning in until he was almost touching noses with Luck. "I want to know why you picked me, out of everyone else you could have chosen."
The Gandor brother briefly wondered if Ianto would have done this sort of thing before becoming immortal. Part of him expected that the Welshman would have, but it would be a question that he'd never get answered now. "Because we need you."
Ianto blinked. "Come again?"
"We need you."
"If you're talking about Jack, you're clearly off your rocker," Ianto said, straightening up. "You've known him longer than I have, so you should know that Jack's not exactly built for monogamy."
The youngest Gandor brother rapped the desk with his knuckles. "I'd have to argue that humans aren't built for monogamy." At Ianto's frown, he continued. "Humanity can be great and all, but for the most part we're all scum. And for us, the longer we live, the more bad we see. The more we take into ourselves.
"But we're also really selfish, Ianto," he continued. "Jack told us about you. He tells us a lot, you know how he gets."
"Lot of volume, little substance," the younger man agreed with a fond smile on his face.
"Exactly." Luck grinned as well. "And when he told us about you, we knew that we wanted you to join us. And when you passed the No Thanks To Immortality test, we knew we'd chosen well."
"That's what I'm not getting," Ianto said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Why am I so special?"
"Because you've still got the good part of humanity in you, despite all you've seen." Luck sat back in his seat, grinning. "I mean, you just broke into a mafia house using a hand held stun gun. How many mortals do you know would do that?"
"I like the stun gun," Ianto said defensively. "You'll have to pry it out of my cold, temporarily-dead hands."
"Exactly my point," Luck chuckled. "You'll be good for all of us."
The young immortal considered this for a few moments. "I have just one more question, Mr. Gandor."
"What that?"
"Where's the Martillo headquarters? I need to see Firo and Maiza too."
Luck's laugh echoed down the hall.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:08 am (UTC)psst... you have the wrong year for the date... unless you really wrote this in '08.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:05 pm (UTC)GUH Date. Damn headers. *off to fix*
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 05:00 pm (UTC)And she weaseled it out of Jessie first, then Ianto and Jack later(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 05:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 04:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 08:12 am (UTC)"You'll have to pry it out of my cold, temporarily-dead hands." - Oh I love you, Ianto. And Jack telling him he was only allowed to kill immortal people *hee*
Related to what
Also, did you really mean a 'Rouge' Weevil emergency? It does technically make some sort of sense, but just in case you meant rogue...
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:29 pm (UTC)Well...one of my favorite lines.
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 04:49 pm (UTC)And like I said, my muses said no, but Kate always makes me think and it just spawned out from there.
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Date: 2009-05-01 01:31 pm (UTC)Oh, feeling much much better and so sorry I had to cancel on you yesterday. I slept from 7-10 then 11-4, so I doubt I would have done much other than slept!!
If nothing else I'll see you Tuesday! When Bonnie graduates, Five says we have to got for a beer with her to celebrate. I know you're invited, I just don't know WHEN it is!
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Date: 2009-05-01 03:39 pm (UTC)*sprays you down with antiseptic* I'm glad that you're feeling better. <3 Apparently good enough to get into work.
I think graduation is around the 16th, but I don't know for sure. But I'll see you Tuesday! *nod nod*
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Date: 2009-05-01 03:56 pm (UTC)I feel 100% better today and very noninfectious. Besides, I'm on high dose antibotics...I CANNOT be that contagious!
Well, if it's the 16th, then he may wait until a few days after. I don't know, but I'll keep you posted!!
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:16 pm (UTC)Also, sorta joined up with a walking training group. I think it'll be fun. :D
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Date: 2009-05-02 02:06 pm (UTC)There's going to be more, right? *puppy dog eyes*
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Date: 2009-05-02 08:22 pm (UTC)