"Come Fly With Me" Chapter 5
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wanda1969Title: "Come Fly With Me"
Rating: PG- I don't think there's anything dodgy in here- at least not yet.
Spoilers/Disclaimers : Torchwood, belongs to the BBC and RTD, I’m just borrowing the characters- I own nothing here, nor do I make any money! So please don't prosecute!
Summary: Torchwood characters in a story set in the glamorous world of international travel! Fluffy, romantic and cheesy in the extreme, I suspect!
A/N: Thank you for reading! There’s not much to say about this chapter, apart from the fact that it’s quite short...
Chapter 1- dw: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/284.html
Chapter 2- dw: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/764.html
Chapter 3- dw: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/808.html
Chapter 4- dw: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1148.html
“Come Fly With Me” Chapter 5
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Jack’s old friend, Alex, managed to wangle a couple of spare tickets for the trip to the top of the Petronas Towers. His company was based in the building, and they were usually able to get hold of the sought after tickets for visiting business associates. Alex even managed to reschedule one of his less urgent meetings to meet up for lunch after they’d taken in the view. And the view had been impressive, even through the heat haze that hung over the city. Even though he’d been there before, when the building first opened, Jack was filled with enthusiasm and compared the view to being almost as good as flying.
They met Alex a little after one in a small bar cum cafe. After an initial moment of awkwardness where he greeted Ianto with curiosity, looking him up and down before glancing at Jack, Alex had turned out to be a very ‘blokey’ ex-RAF friend who’d had the common sense to settle into a very conventional job in banking in Malaysia, where he’d met his wife. Ianto guessed that he was about Jack’s age, forty maybe, but hadn’t weathered nearly as well. As he rushed back to the office, he hurriedly said his ‘goodbyes’, and made Jack promise to let him know when he was back in town in advance next time, and he’d invite them round to dinner.
The two men managed to squeeze in the National Art Gallery and Central Lake Gardens before returning to the hotel where they spotted the survivors of the shopping trip in the hotel café.
Ianto reflected that he’d enjoyed his day out far more than if he’d been railroaded into what truly sounded more like ‘The Shopping Trip From Hell’. Martha, Emma and Diane were surrounded by bags and it sounded that they’d barely even stopped for a drink. An exhausted Suzie sat with them, with a marked lack of bags next to her. Gwen and Owen were still conspicuously absent; luckily, if the group had noticed that absence, they were too blissfully absorbed in tales of haggling for their purchases to mention it.
***
It was an early start for the flight back to Heathrow, and Owen Harper had finally surfaced at the pre-flight meeting the next day, stating with a wink that he’d gone out to a few bars and spent the night on the town, “if you know what I mean.”
Glancing at Gwen, who reddened slightly, Ianto wondered whether that was strictly true; a quick look at Tosh told him that she shared his doubts.
***
“...but Gwen?” Jack settled back into his seat, take off procedures completed.
“She’s a good looking woman!” Owen objected.
“I suppose it’s escaped your notice that she’s engaged, Owen?”
“Hey! I’m the free agent, here- I’m not the one breaking any promises.”
The captain sighed. “That’s not really the point, is it? She’s still impressed by all of this- the glamour, exotic destinations.... It’s all a bit different to package flights to Orlando or something, Owen. And you’re just taking advantage of that.”
“Believe me, I never take advantage. Don’t need to... I can’t help it if the Harper charm is irresistible.”
Jack shook his head.
“Anyway, I hear you spent the day with the Tea Boy, so I really don’t think you should be lecturing me.”
“That is totally different, and you know it. And my friendship with Ianto is completely platonic.”
“Yeah, on his part...”
“Come on, Owen. Given the choice between touring lap-dancing clubs- even though I know full well that that’s NOT what you were up to- with my horny co-pilot, going shopping with a load of air hostesses or sightseeing with the only other male member of crew, what do you think I’d choose?”
Whatever sarcastic comment Harper was about to make was cut off and replaced with another, as the flight deck buzzer sounded. “Ianto here. Coffee’s arrived.”
“Sounds like the Tea Boy’s here for you...”
Jack just gave a small snarl and then pressed the access button. “Come on in, Ianto.”
Ianto walked into the flight deck to find both Owen and Jack looking round to stare at him. He felt slightly unnerved. There was an uncomfortable atmosphere hanging in the air as if he’d just interrupted something.
“Brought you your coffee, guys.” He said as confidently as he could.
“About bloody time, Tea Boy,” Owen joked, and the steward felt his unease dissipate. He handed the co-pilot his mug.
“Here you are, Owen. Milk, two sugars as usual.”
He tucked the tray under his arm, turned to Jack, and held out the cup of strong, black coffee. “And here’s yours, Jack.”
As he handed it over, Jack’s fingers touched his. There was that flustered feeling again. He didn’t have to much time to process his thoughts as the ‘plane juddered, and Jack steadied him by reaching out his spare hand to Ianto’s waist.
Owen checked the controls and then looked back at the two men, who were now staring at each other. “Nothing... just an air pocket.”
He smirked as Ianto came to himself and extricated himself from Jack’s hold.
“Right...” Ianto said smoothing out his suit and trying to smile. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you both with food in about an hour or so...”
As the cockpit door locked to, Owen snorted. “Yeah, right- completely platonic.”
***
Slumping onto his couch, Ianto flicked through the TV channels. When Lisa first left, he’d enjoyed having the flat to himself, able to watch whatever he wanted on the TV, with a beer, without the inevitable sulk.
After the last few days, though, the flat seemed empty and deserted. He was getting on so well with his teammates, that where he’d usually looked forward to some time alone, he was now almost wishing he was back at work. At least there he’d be able to talk to Tosh, or Jack, to wind down.
He reached for his beer, and turned over to another repeat of ‘QI’. Recently he’d been spending a lot of time with the pilot. He thought back to the last 48 hours, and couldn’t think of the last time he’d enjoyed himself so much. Before they’d split up, it had been a long time since he and Lisa had just spent the day together without some kind of row.
Jack was so confident that he managed to make anyone in his company feel that their time with him was actually valued. More worrying, though, was the way that the man occupied his thoughts. He’d never been the most confident of people, but he wasn’t used to the increasingly frequent feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he was with the other man. God! That had been humiliating today- having to be held steady by Jack as the aeroplane lurched. Even so, he started to think of the way that his skin still almost burned where Jack’s hand had held him, albeit that the hand had been separated from his skin by his shirt.
Jack Harkness was a popular, tactile man; it was obvious that Ianto was reading far too much into those small touches, more frequent now, or the way that he sought out the Welshman’s company. The guy wanted some companionship and he only had three choices– Owen, shopping, or him. Mind you, he was pretty sure that that list could be amended if Jack was to seek out the right member of the cabin crew... He tilted his head back and downed the almost full bottle of beer in one, and then made his way towards the ‘fridge to grab another, keen to forget about any thoughts he had on the subject.
***
To Be Continued...
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Date: 2010-09-26 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-26 03:24 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-09-26 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-26 10:03 pm (UTC)I like that the relationship is building slowly over time. It's so much more satisfying than 'they meet, they're attracted to each other, they fall into bed together'.
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Date: 2010-09-26 11:23 pm (UTC)