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gracie_musica) wrote2008-06-01 12:17 am
gracie_musica) wrote2008-06-01 12:17 am
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Sonata for the TARDIS in D -- Break Out Your Converse, It's Time To Save The Universe
Title: Sonata for the TARDIS in D
Chapter Four: Break Out Your Converse, It's Time To Save The Universe
Count the Ways prompt: Trainers
Date Written: 6/1/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 433
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, TARIDS, mentions Gwen, Donna and the Doctor
Spoilers: minor ones for Doctor Who and Torchwood
Warnings: Crack! *grins*
Author's Notes: WriANoJune has started! Which means I'll probably be posting daily. God help us all.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lemiserabelle for the prompt! Set very shortly after Ianto and Jack join the Doctor. And this is the argument I used to defend why I didn't want a pair of Converses.
Also, feel free to leave story ideas/prompts in your comments or over here at this LJ post.
1/?: And So It Begins
2/?: Time Travel Messes With Your Senses
3/?: It's Just Sex, Sex, Sex With You People
The TARDIS' wardrobe was a work of art: A beautiful spiral staircase that breathed and trembled underneath their bare feet, with miles and miles of beautiful piece after beautiful piece. Steampunk next to Renaissance next to something definitely alien -- he didn't have that many limbs -- next to a huge hoop skirt.
Ianto found himself wishing he could bring his father along. He'd love to see the finely tailored suits that took up a whole floor.
Jack was raiding the wardrobe for something appropriate for Meiji Era Japan. He'd tried to talk Ianto into a yukata with a leer and a murmur about easy access, but had been satisfied when Ianto agreed to change into a slightly more dated suit.
"Ooh, hey, found the Doctor's stash of Converses!" Jack's voice, muffled by clothing, caught the Welshman's attention from his admiring the TARDIS (he could feel her live, feel the life force thrumming underneath his hand, like feeling blood moving underneath a pulse point) to watch Jack. He came out with two trainers in his hands, one black and one bright red. "He's got 'em in about fifteen different sizes too, and that's just at a casual glance." He turned the red one back and forth, admiring it. "Want to see if he'll hit the roof if we wear a pair?" he teased.
"I'll pass, thank you," Ianto said curtly, "but by all means, don't stop on my account."
"I rarely do," Jack leered, toeing off his boots.
Ianto tried not to laugh at the look of pure mischief that crossed Jack's face, diverting his attention to the rack of suits. The fabric didn't even smell dusty, although he was willing to bet that the Doctor had been by here in a few decades.
"Why don't you want a pair?"
Ianto couldn't suppress the grin at the question. "I'm not fond of tempting fate."
"Pardon?"
The Welshman looked over at his lover, watching the toes of the black Converses move slightly as Jack wiggled his toes inside the shoes, testing them out. "Two people we know regularly wear trainers, sir. One is the Doctor. The other is Gwen." He turned his attention back to the clothing. "If you'll excuse me for saying so, they happen to have some of the worst luck."
Jack's posture changed as he regarded the younger man. "And you think it's because of their sneakers?"
"I'm not willing to take the chance."
Jack kicked the shoes off before throwing them back into the closet. "See any shoes over there?"
Ianto smiled and handed him a pair of leather lace-ups.
ETA: Chapter five here
Chapter Four: Break Out Your Converse, It's Time To Save The Universe
Count the Ways prompt: Trainers
Date Written: 6/1/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 433
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, TARIDS, mentions Gwen, Donna and the Doctor
Spoilers: minor ones for Doctor Who and Torchwood
Warnings: Crack! *grins*
Author's Notes: WriANoJune has started! Which means I'll probably be posting daily. God help us all.
Thanks to
lemiserabelle for the prompt! Set very shortly after Ianto and Jack join the Doctor. And this is the argument I used to defend why I didn't want a pair of Converses.Also, feel free to leave story ideas/prompts in your comments or over here at this LJ post.
1/?: And So It Begins
2/?: Time Travel Messes With Your Senses
3/?: It's Just Sex, Sex, Sex With You People
The TARDIS' wardrobe was a work of art: A beautiful spiral staircase that breathed and trembled underneath their bare feet, with miles and miles of beautiful piece after beautiful piece. Steampunk next to Renaissance next to something definitely alien -- he didn't have that many limbs -- next to a huge hoop skirt.
Ianto found himself wishing he could bring his father along. He'd love to see the finely tailored suits that took up a whole floor.
Jack was raiding the wardrobe for something appropriate for Meiji Era Japan. He'd tried to talk Ianto into a yukata with a leer and a murmur about easy access, but had been satisfied when Ianto agreed to change into a slightly more dated suit.
"Ooh, hey, found the Doctor's stash of Converses!" Jack's voice, muffled by clothing, caught the Welshman's attention from his admiring the TARDIS (he could feel her live, feel the life force thrumming underneath his hand, like feeling blood moving underneath a pulse point) to watch Jack. He came out with two trainers in his hands, one black and one bright red. "He's got 'em in about fifteen different sizes too, and that's just at a casual glance." He turned the red one back and forth, admiring it. "Want to see if he'll hit the roof if we wear a pair?" he teased.
"I'll pass, thank you," Ianto said curtly, "but by all means, don't stop on my account."
"I rarely do," Jack leered, toeing off his boots.
Ianto tried not to laugh at the look of pure mischief that crossed Jack's face, diverting his attention to the rack of suits. The fabric didn't even smell dusty, although he was willing to bet that the Doctor had been by here in a few decades.
"Why don't you want a pair?"
Ianto couldn't suppress the grin at the question. "I'm not fond of tempting fate."
"Pardon?"
The Welshman looked over at his lover, watching the toes of the black Converses move slightly as Jack wiggled his toes inside the shoes, testing them out. "Two people we know regularly wear trainers, sir. One is the Doctor. The other is Gwen." He turned his attention back to the clothing. "If you'll excuse me for saying so, they happen to have some of the worst luck."
Jack's posture changed as he regarded the younger man. "And you think it's because of their sneakers?"
"I'm not willing to take the chance."
Jack kicked the shoes off before throwing them back into the closet. "See any shoes over there?"
Ianto smiled and handed him a pair of leather lace-ups.
ETA: Chapter five here
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I have to admit, in a less well written piece I would simply stop reading as it shows such a blatant departure from series two canon, and I am not happy with that!!!
But I do like this, anyway.
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I think you're okay with purple ones, since I've never seen either of them in purple trainers.
I sort of put a little of myself into Ianto at that part. My mother is a home ec major, and was planning on being a fashion merchandiser before she met my dad. She sewed a lot when I was little too, before she went and got her teaching certificate, so whenever I see really pretty clothing, I think about how my mother would like to see it.
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you're probably right, it's always the shoes ;)
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WriDaNoJu MySpace link
Here you go! Though I'm sure if you ask nicely....or just threaten, he'll make an LJ community for it.
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Lol...okay, I think I'm over it now! These things tend to happen when you're in the midst of unrequited love triangle. Even though I'm not an TW or DW fan, as a writer, I LOVE your icon right now! I want to use that the next time someone calls me while I'm writing...I hope it's my mom!
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D'you want me to call you so you can use that line on me?
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I don't think the line will work quite as well on you since you know it. I have to wait for some unsuspecting victim to try that on.
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Call me if you want to procrastinate together.
(love that icon, btw, it's SO YOU)
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(Anonymous) 2008-06-01 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)It does beg the question, though: how would the Doctor react if someone took/borrowed something that belongs to him? He seems to give his companions free reign in the TARDIS (though I bet she hides a lot of things), but what about his "trademarks," like Four's scarf, Ten's sneakers, the name John Smith, ect...
What's that fluffy little thing over there? *inspects* Oh my, it's a plot bunny. I don't even write fanfic, yet there it is. *wishes her own stories came so easily*
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It does beg the question, though: how would the Doctor react if someone took/borrowed something that belongs to him? He seems to give his companions free reign in the TARDIS (though I bet she hides a lot of things), but what about his "trademarks," like Four's scarf, Ten's sneakers, the name John Smith, ect...
What's that fluffy little thing over there? *inspects* Oh my, it's a plot bunny. I don't even write fanfic, yet there it is. *wishes her own stories came so easily*
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I'm glad that you liked it!
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I don't think it's their shoes. I wear my converse every day. Haven't noticed any changes in luck. Mine are pink ones. :D
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