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"Come Fly With Me" Ch 2
Title: "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: I'd also just like to say this is full of gender etc stereotypes- I'm aiming for one of those 70s/80s mini series styles. And for those that lived through it (the 70s/80s, I mean), you'll know what I'm going for...
Also, my connection is somewhat dodgy- I've tried to post or reply a few times and it's a bit hit and miss. So thanks to all commenters.
Chapter 2:
Flight TIA 685 from London, Heathrow to Kuala Lumpur was 45 minutes into its overnight, thirteen and a half hour journey. The passengers had been given the first of their complimentary drinks, and the two new cabin crew were being shown the ropes in the galley, while Emma and Beth, Toshiko and Diane were on hand in the main cabins. Duty Free in-flight sales weren’t a feature of the Torchwood flying experience (few of its customers wanted to be bothered with cut price alcohol or cosmetics when they were travelling), so the main work was to make sure that the passengers weren’t left with an empty glass, or to explain the menu choices available.
For Ianto, it was pretty much the same routine as on one of Torchwood’s domestic routes: make sure the food trolleys were being warmed through, check special food requests, get the cutlery and napkins ready.
For Gwen, however, it was a complete change from the charter flights she’d worked on. She found herself amazed by the luxury that Torchwood’s customers demanded: real china plates, real wine glasses (real wine, come to think of it), real cutlery... She found herself wondering if some of them had ever been confronted by a rather ‘dried-up’ meal in a foil tray, or an individual, somewhat soggy, shrink-wrapped piece of cheesecake.
As she and Ianto, Martha and Suzie got into the swing of the preparations, they started to chat. Or rather Gwen and Martha did. Suzie, like Ianto, was much quieter than the two other women, who were happily talking about their fiancés.
“...and Tom’s just qualified as a doctor- so we both work long, erratic hours.”
“Oo- a doctor!” Gwen exclaimed. “My Rhys is in haulage. He’s mainly in the head office these days, so sometimes he just doesn’t understand the long hours I have to work... although the time off usually makes up for it,” she said with a wink.
Martha laughed. “That is a plus point! Tom’s more worried about all the dashing pilots. He’s convinced they have a girl in every airport and on every ‘plane...”
“He may well have a point. I have to say that Captain Harkness may well knock George Clooney off my number one slot- I reckon he’d definitely win in any game of ‘desert island crumpet’ for me! And he could even charm the socks off Rhys...”
“You’ll get used to his flirting, Gwen!” Martha said.
“I suppose so, but he’s gorgeous! Really, he should be in films.”
“You get used to him being drop-dead gorgeous, too!”
Gwen had a slightly dreamy look. “Mmm, I’m not sure about that...”
“The thing about Jack is he flirts, but I can’t think of anyone he’s been out with from the airline.” Suzie joined in.
“Suzie’s right. Now Harper- he’s a different kettle of fish. He’s a right ladies’ man.”
Ianto was happily busying himself with fresh coffee.
“How about you Ianto? Are you seeing someone?” Gwen asked.
“Not at the moment.” He smiled.
Martha was suddenly quiet, a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
Suzie was fully aware of the reason that the man had asked to work on the International routes, and quickly changed the subject. “That coffee smells wonderful Ianto. Why don’t you take some up to the flight deck? It’s about now that Jack and Owen need a caffeine boost! Use the mugs up here- the way that smells, I think they’re going to want large cups. Jack takes his black, no sugar, and Owen has two sugars and milk.”
Relieved to have an excuse to get away from discussing his personal life, Ianto poured out the coffees, placed the mugs on a tray and headed off to the flight deck as quickly as he could. He wasn’t that tetchy about the circumstances of his break-up with Lisa, but he’d rather he knew people a bit better than this before he was dragged into any kind of conversation about the whole affair.
When he was out of earshot Suzie spoke quietly. “Just so you know, Gwen, Ianto split with his girlfriend a while back. It’s the reason he transferred to the Far East flights- she’s still working the European routes.”
“Oh...” Gwen said quietly. To tell the truth, she was ever so slightly surprised; all of the male air stewards she’d worked with so far had been gay.
“It’s Ok. And please don’t think I’m betraying a confidence- that’s not the way we work here. Lisa’s well known with the airline- it was only a matter of time before someone told you...”
***
Ianto announced himself through the flight deck’s intercom and a few moments later he saw the small green light next to the door come on, and heard a click as the door was released. He let himself in and closed the door to behind him.
“Miss Costello suggested that you might both be ready for coffee,” he said as the two men turned away from the autopilot readings.
“Captain Harkness,” he said handing over the beaker of dark, steaming coffee. The Captain looked at him eagerly as he took his drink and sniffed at it appreciatively and then took a mouthful.
“Mr Harper, yours is white with two sugars, I believe?”
“Cheers.”
“God, Owen! You’ve gotta try that! This is possibly the best the best coffee I’ve ever tasted!” Jack turned to look at the young man. “It’s like an orgasm in a cup!”
Luckily the lights were low, and it was getting dark outside the cockpit, so the two pilots couldn’t see the slight blush on Ianto’s cheeks as he replied. “Thank you, Captain.”
“What did I say, Ianto? We like to work with first names on this crew.”
“Thank you, Jack.” Ianto said, and blushed a little more. ‘Jack’ was still looking at him, and he felt the need to make a quick retreat. “Dinner will be served in about half an hour,” he said quickly. “I’d best get going and help to get it ready.”
With that he turned and made his getaway.
Owen watched as the Captain stared after Ianto.
As soon as the door clicked to, Owen couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“Couldn’t you make it any more obvious Jack?”
“What!?”
“Come on! I saw what you were like back at Heathrow, and now you’re staring at his arse, and prattling about an ‘orgasm in a cup’... a bloody ‘orgasm in a suit’, more like!”
“About the suit... I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Torchwood uniform look quite that good...”
“You do know that you’ve picked on possibly the only male trolley dolly with Torchwood who’s straight?”
“Oh...”
“Yeah.” Owen continued. “He used to go out with a girl called Lisa. She’s still with the airline; she works on the European flights. Beth told me. Apparently they’re old friends. She ran off with one of the flight controllers at Gatwick.”
“Ah, well... a guy can look, can’t he?”
“Yeah! But I don’t think it’ll get you anywhere! If you’re that interested in ‘lovely Welsh vowels’, like you said, I reckon you’d have more luck with Gwen Cooper, the way she was looking at you.”
“That’s as may be, but you know I’m not going there again, not after Lucia. And anyway, she’s not my type... she’s a bit too obvious.”
***
The rest of the flight was uneventful- there were rarely any unpleasant incidents on one of the airline’s flights. There seemed to be a direct link between this much space and comfort, and a complete lack of ‘air rage’.
***
After all the passengers had disembarked at Kuala Lumpur International, and the crew had given the aeroplane a cursory clean before the small army of local cleaners arrived to finish off, they all assembled near the main exit.
Captain Harkness addressed the crew. “Well, I’d just like to say thank you to every one for a safe and very successful flight. And a big ‘thank you’ in particular to Gwen and Ianto, our new team mates.”
Both Gwen and Ianto mumbled their thanks with a smile.
“And I know that some of you are exhausted, but we’ve got almost forty-eight hours in KL, and Owen and me would like to invite you all for a drink in the hotel bar later this evening, as a welcome to our new colleagues. So get yourselves some rest this afternoon.”
***
The hotel that the cabin crew and pilots had been booked into was in the centre of Kuala Lumpur, overlooking the Petronas Towers. It was comfortable; in fact, it was only a few small steps down from the hotels that most of the flight’s passengers were booking into. This is how the airline kept the best pilots and crew in the business. A surprising amount of said crew had degrees and could be seen as heavily over qualified for the job.
***
Shortly after 7 o’clock, Owen and Jack were sat in the hotel bar, two bottles of Budweiser on the table.
The two pilots were discussing the flight, when Owen saw Jack look towards the doorway. Ianto Jones, wearing a dark v-necked T-shirt and jeans- not too tight, not too loose- had just walked into the bar. Jack was having trouble deciding whether he preferred Ianto in the steward’s uniform or like this- casually dressed, hair a little damp and ruffled from a recent shower. He tried his best to ignore the image which was forming in his mind- an image of Ianto and showers.
Ianto looked around the room before his eyes met Jack’s.
“Down, boy...” Owen said, but the Captain was up, out of his seat, and heading towards the young steward, before his co-pilot had time to say anything else.
Owen watched as Jack spoke to him, made their order at the bar and then and steered him over to the table, a hand on the Welshman’s elbow.
“Hi, Mr...Owen,” he said as he sat down.
“I hope you enjoyed your first flight with us, Ianto?” Owen said and picked up his bottle, finishing off the contents.
“It was a good flight, and everyone is very friendly- I hope I’m going to fit in.”
The barman appeared at the table, and three bottles of lager were deposited on the table.
All three men took a long drink from their bottles- it had been a long day.
“Thanks- I’ll give you a wave when we need another round.” Jack said signing for the drinks, and then tuned to Ianto as the barman left. “I wouldn’t worry about fitting in. Not so long as you keep producing coffee that good!”
The Welshman smiled. “The coffee is my secret weapon...”
Fifteen minutes and some light conversation later, the ‘girls’ started to arrive. First were Gwen and Martha. The two women had obviously struck up quite a relationship. Slightly behind them was Suzie. The three walked over to the table, and a few minutes later Toshiko and Diane joined them. Emma had made her excuses, along with Beth, who’d apparently settled into her room and set up a long distance call to her husband. Emma was friendly enough, but wasn’t really one for work drinking sessions.
It was well past nine o’clock, and the group had been in the bar for a couple of hours or so, and Jack’s initial enthusiasm about the evening was beginning to wane. He enjoyed a night out with the crew, but his main aim this evening had been to get to know more about Ianto, even if he didn’t stand a chance with the man. However, after the first quarter of an hour with Owen and Ianto, he’d found his attentions monopolised by the other members of the team, culminating in Gwen Cooper. Gwen was friendly and open, and a little in awe of the whole Torchwood set-up, and Jack was enjoying their conversation. Even so, as she talked about working for her previous airline, and about her fiancé, Jack’s eyes wandered over to the other side of the table where Ianto was now laughing with Toshiko. He found himself envying the woman, and the way that whatever it was she was saying made the Welshman laugh and his eyes sparkle just a little bit.
***
TBC
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: I'd also just like to say this is full of gender etc stereotypes- I'm aiming for one of those 70s/80s mini series styles. And for those that lived through it (the 70s/80s, I mean), you'll know what I'm going for...
Also, my connection is somewhat dodgy- I've tried to post or reply a few times and it's a bit hit and miss. So thanks to all commenters.
Chapter 2:
Flight TIA 685 from London, Heathrow to Kuala Lumpur was 45 minutes into its overnight, thirteen and a half hour journey. The passengers had been given the first of their complimentary drinks, and the two new cabin crew were being shown the ropes in the galley, while Emma and Beth, Toshiko and Diane were on hand in the main cabins. Duty Free in-flight sales weren’t a feature of the Torchwood flying experience (few of its customers wanted to be bothered with cut price alcohol or cosmetics when they were travelling), so the main work was to make sure that the passengers weren’t left with an empty glass, or to explain the menu choices available.
For Ianto, it was pretty much the same routine as on one of Torchwood’s domestic routes: make sure the food trolleys were being warmed through, check special food requests, get the cutlery and napkins ready.
For Gwen, however, it was a complete change from the charter flights she’d worked on. She found herself amazed by the luxury that Torchwood’s customers demanded: real china plates, real wine glasses (real wine, come to think of it), real cutlery... She found herself wondering if some of them had ever been confronted by a rather ‘dried-up’ meal in a foil tray, or an individual, somewhat soggy, shrink-wrapped piece of cheesecake.
As she and Ianto, Martha and Suzie got into the swing of the preparations, they started to chat. Or rather Gwen and Martha did. Suzie, like Ianto, was much quieter than the two other women, who were happily talking about their fiancés.
“...and Tom’s just qualified as a doctor- so we both work long, erratic hours.”
“Oo- a doctor!” Gwen exclaimed. “My Rhys is in haulage. He’s mainly in the head office these days, so sometimes he just doesn’t understand the long hours I have to work... although the time off usually makes up for it,” she said with a wink.
Martha laughed. “That is a plus point! Tom’s more worried about all the dashing pilots. He’s convinced they have a girl in every airport and on every ‘plane...”
“He may well have a point. I have to say that Captain Harkness may well knock George Clooney off my number one slot- I reckon he’d definitely win in any game of ‘desert island crumpet’ for me! And he could even charm the socks off Rhys...”
“You’ll get used to his flirting, Gwen!” Martha said.
“I suppose so, but he’s gorgeous! Really, he should be in films.”
“You get used to him being drop-dead gorgeous, too!”
Gwen had a slightly dreamy look. “Mmm, I’m not sure about that...”
“The thing about Jack is he flirts, but I can’t think of anyone he’s been out with from the airline.” Suzie joined in.
“Suzie’s right. Now Harper- he’s a different kettle of fish. He’s a right ladies’ man.”
Ianto was happily busying himself with fresh coffee.
“How about you Ianto? Are you seeing someone?” Gwen asked.
“Not at the moment.” He smiled.
Martha was suddenly quiet, a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
Suzie was fully aware of the reason that the man had asked to work on the International routes, and quickly changed the subject. “That coffee smells wonderful Ianto. Why don’t you take some up to the flight deck? It’s about now that Jack and Owen need a caffeine boost! Use the mugs up here- the way that smells, I think they’re going to want large cups. Jack takes his black, no sugar, and Owen has two sugars and milk.”
Relieved to have an excuse to get away from discussing his personal life, Ianto poured out the coffees, placed the mugs on a tray and headed off to the flight deck as quickly as he could. He wasn’t that tetchy about the circumstances of his break-up with Lisa, but he’d rather he knew people a bit better than this before he was dragged into any kind of conversation about the whole affair.
When he was out of earshot Suzie spoke quietly. “Just so you know, Gwen, Ianto split with his girlfriend a while back. It’s the reason he transferred to the Far East flights- she’s still working the European routes.”
“Oh...” Gwen said quietly. To tell the truth, she was ever so slightly surprised; all of the male air stewards she’d worked with so far had been gay.
“It’s Ok. And please don’t think I’m betraying a confidence- that’s not the way we work here. Lisa’s well known with the airline- it was only a matter of time before someone told you...”
***
Ianto announced himself through the flight deck’s intercom and a few moments later he saw the small green light next to the door come on, and heard a click as the door was released. He let himself in and closed the door to behind him.
“Miss Costello suggested that you might both be ready for coffee,” he said as the two men turned away from the autopilot readings.
“Captain Harkness,” he said handing over the beaker of dark, steaming coffee. The Captain looked at him eagerly as he took his drink and sniffed at it appreciatively and then took a mouthful.
“Mr Harper, yours is white with two sugars, I believe?”
“Cheers.”
“God, Owen! You’ve gotta try that! This is possibly the best the best coffee I’ve ever tasted!” Jack turned to look at the young man. “It’s like an orgasm in a cup!”
Luckily the lights were low, and it was getting dark outside the cockpit, so the two pilots couldn’t see the slight blush on Ianto’s cheeks as he replied. “Thank you, Captain.”
“What did I say, Ianto? We like to work with first names on this crew.”
“Thank you, Jack.” Ianto said, and blushed a little more. ‘Jack’ was still looking at him, and he felt the need to make a quick retreat. “Dinner will be served in about half an hour,” he said quickly. “I’d best get going and help to get it ready.”
With that he turned and made his getaway.
Owen watched as the Captain stared after Ianto.
As soon as the door clicked to, Owen couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“Couldn’t you make it any more obvious Jack?”
“What!?”
“Come on! I saw what you were like back at Heathrow, and now you’re staring at his arse, and prattling about an ‘orgasm in a cup’... a bloody ‘orgasm in a suit’, more like!”
“About the suit... I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Torchwood uniform look quite that good...”
“You do know that you’ve picked on possibly the only male trolley dolly with Torchwood who’s straight?”
“Oh...”
“Yeah.” Owen continued. “He used to go out with a girl called Lisa. She’s still with the airline; she works on the European flights. Beth told me. Apparently they’re old friends. She ran off with one of the flight controllers at Gatwick.”
“Ah, well... a guy can look, can’t he?”
“Yeah! But I don’t think it’ll get you anywhere! If you’re that interested in ‘lovely Welsh vowels’, like you said, I reckon you’d have more luck with Gwen Cooper, the way she was looking at you.”
“That’s as may be, but you know I’m not going there again, not after Lucia. And anyway, she’s not my type... she’s a bit too obvious.”
***
The rest of the flight was uneventful- there were rarely any unpleasant incidents on one of the airline’s flights. There seemed to be a direct link between this much space and comfort, and a complete lack of ‘air rage’.
***
After all the passengers had disembarked at Kuala Lumpur International, and the crew had given the aeroplane a cursory clean before the small army of local cleaners arrived to finish off, they all assembled near the main exit.
Captain Harkness addressed the crew. “Well, I’d just like to say thank you to every one for a safe and very successful flight. And a big ‘thank you’ in particular to Gwen and Ianto, our new team mates.”
Both Gwen and Ianto mumbled their thanks with a smile.
“And I know that some of you are exhausted, but we’ve got almost forty-eight hours in KL, and Owen and me would like to invite you all for a drink in the hotel bar later this evening, as a welcome to our new colleagues. So get yourselves some rest this afternoon.”
***
The hotel that the cabin crew and pilots had been booked into was in the centre of Kuala Lumpur, overlooking the Petronas Towers. It was comfortable; in fact, it was only a few small steps down from the hotels that most of the flight’s passengers were booking into. This is how the airline kept the best pilots and crew in the business. A surprising amount of said crew had degrees and could be seen as heavily over qualified for the job.
***
Shortly after 7 o’clock, Owen and Jack were sat in the hotel bar, two bottles of Budweiser on the table.
The two pilots were discussing the flight, when Owen saw Jack look towards the doorway. Ianto Jones, wearing a dark v-necked T-shirt and jeans- not too tight, not too loose- had just walked into the bar. Jack was having trouble deciding whether he preferred Ianto in the steward’s uniform or like this- casually dressed, hair a little damp and ruffled from a recent shower. He tried his best to ignore the image which was forming in his mind- an image of Ianto and showers.
Ianto looked around the room before his eyes met Jack’s.
“Down, boy...” Owen said, but the Captain was up, out of his seat, and heading towards the young steward, before his co-pilot had time to say anything else.
Owen watched as Jack spoke to him, made their order at the bar and then and steered him over to the table, a hand on the Welshman’s elbow.
“Hi, Mr...Owen,” he said as he sat down.
“I hope you enjoyed your first flight with us, Ianto?” Owen said and picked up his bottle, finishing off the contents.
“It was a good flight, and everyone is very friendly- I hope I’m going to fit in.”
The barman appeared at the table, and three bottles of lager were deposited on the table.
All three men took a long drink from their bottles- it had been a long day.
“Thanks- I’ll give you a wave when we need another round.” Jack said signing for the drinks, and then tuned to Ianto as the barman left. “I wouldn’t worry about fitting in. Not so long as you keep producing coffee that good!”
The Welshman smiled. “The coffee is my secret weapon...”
Fifteen minutes and some light conversation later, the ‘girls’ started to arrive. First were Gwen and Martha. The two women had obviously struck up quite a relationship. Slightly behind them was Suzie. The three walked over to the table, and a few minutes later Toshiko and Diane joined them. Emma had made her excuses, along with Beth, who’d apparently settled into her room and set up a long distance call to her husband. Emma was friendly enough, but wasn’t really one for work drinking sessions.
It was well past nine o’clock, and the group had been in the bar for a couple of hours or so, and Jack’s initial enthusiasm about the evening was beginning to wane. He enjoyed a night out with the crew, but his main aim this evening had been to get to know more about Ianto, even if he didn’t stand a chance with the man. However, after the first quarter of an hour with Owen and Ianto, he’d found his attentions monopolised by the other members of the team, culminating in Gwen Cooper. Gwen was friendly and open, and a little in awe of the whole Torchwood set-up, and Jack was enjoying their conversation. Even so, as she talked about working for her previous airline, and about her fiancé, Jack’s eyes wandered over to the other side of the table where Ianto was now laughing with Toshiko. He found himself envying the woman, and the way that whatever it was she was saying made the Welshman laugh and his eyes sparkle just a little bit.
***
TBC