donutsweeper | The Electric Lime Invitation

Title: The Electric Lime Invitation
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Vague Jack/Ianto, No warnings or spoilers, rated G
Word Count: 497
Beta: unfeathered
Summary: Jack gets an invitation he can't refuse.
Author's Note: Written for the wonderiffic

rustydog in honor of her birthday, I hope she doesn't mind me posting it a bit early.

Ianto knocked quietly on the door to Jack's office. “Mail for you, Sir.”

“Hmm?” Jack looked up distractedly from a pile of paperwork. “What is it?”

“An invitation, I believe.”

“Not another political soiree, is it? If I have to wine and dine another political dignitary I might wind up doing something even I'd end up regretting.”

Ianto held out the card. “I highly doubt that would be the case in this instance.”

Jack stared at the invitation in question, blinking as his gaze took in... “Is that green crayon?”

“Technically, I think the correct name for it would be electric lime.” Ianto smiled, studiously ignoring Jack's raised eyebrow at his response. “Shall I?”

“Oh, by all means,” Jack gestured at the card with his hand. “Go right ahead.”

Ianto reached over and took the letter opener off Jack's desk and slit the card open. Clearing his throat, he began to read, “Miss Josephine requests the honor of your presence at a tea party this Sunday at three o'clock.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Miss Josephine?”

Jack leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Oh, you remember, that little girl we saved from the Thrudian beast.”

Ianto pursed his lips. “Ah, right. There is also a post script here.” He brought the invitation up closer to his face as he tried to decipher the crayon scribbling on the back of the card. “I hope Mister Fluffybunnykins made you feel better. Can you bring him for a visit when you come for tea?”

The uncomfortable silence that followed was finally broken when Ianto cleared his throat. “Mister Fluffybunnykins, Sir?”

Jack got up and walked over to a set of drawers and bent down to fish something out of bottom one. "Well, yes." He kept his back to Ianto, obviously embarrassed, his tone sheepish. “Josie was scared, so I might have hinted that she had every right to be. I explained that it was a very scary creature and maybe, just maybe, I was a little scared of it as well. And then she, so she... well, she suggested I take Mister Fluffybunnykins home with me. She said that he'd keep me safe and that he was good at keeping her nightmares away so maybe he'd do the same for me.”

Ianto stepped up behind Jack and placed a hand on his arm. “That was very kind of you. I'm sure it did her good to know that everyone, even big strong Captains, get scared sometimes.”

“I should ring her to tell her I'll come.” Jack laid his hand over Ianto’s.

“I'll do it, Sir. Shall I confirm for both you and Mister Fluffybunnykins?”

Jack laughed. “Yes, for both of us.” Jack fingered the floppy ears briefly. “Thanks, Ianto.”

With a last pat to Jack's shoulder, Ianto turned and left, knowing that the image of the great Captain Jack Harkness looking longingly at that purple stuffed bunny rabbit would be with him for quite some time.

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and it refuses to straighten no matter how many times he tries to stroke it gently back in to place. Yes, it's definitely showing its age - the stitching on its nose is frayed and its smile (what's left of it) is decidedly wonky.

not that he tries to keep the ear straight, mind you. Presumedly it stood up straight originally and if he were to try to stroke it back in place- no stroke is the wrong word- push, yes, push it back he'd be only attempting to bring the bear back to its original luster.

Which was the exact reason he spent three hours on Jorvisndian Prime looking for a solvent that would gently remove the grease stain from its trousers.

Back in the console room with the bottle in his hand he didn't hesitate at all. And if he was being gentle when he laid it down on a fluffy towel spread over the captain's chair that was only because of its very great age and of course the towel was there to stop the once pale gold fur from getting any more dirty.

Not that it would bother him fur got dirty, but any dirt that got on it might wind up transferring to the console the next time he set the bear there, and the circuitry was delicate and it wouldn't do to get dust particles and muck in it. Really, he was just looking out for the TARDIS, wasn't he? And if the bear's original owner, who ever that was, was to someday return, he wouldn't want them dismayed at the condition of the poor thing.

He'll have to fix its nose next and maybe its smile (sometimes it looks a lot like a smirk) though he seems to think it adds character. And perhaps, after all, a bear (like a Time Lord) shouldn't ever look too pristine - well not after the first eight hundred years or so anyway.

it's a knowing smile, which the Doctor finds interesting, like the bear is privy to some secret that he's unaware of. Some days that bothers him, other days it does not.

*pets Seven and his bear*

It's 1am and I must go to bed soon.

Thanks for that though it was fun :D AND I can see that bear

niters! Dream of donuts and cute little bears with floppy ears!

Hee do you know I just might dream of the bear.
Or maybe something for Ianto for the latest

tw100 prompt.

that might be a bit more dirty, I mean interesting...

possibly angsty... I don't think his life after Torchwood would encompass being a rent boy or a stripper well not that I could fit in a drabble anyway!

unless he stopped working for TW to become Jack's personal love slave. He'd look good with a collar and chains and nothing else

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In my mind now, Seven COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY 100% has a bear. That he takes care of just to keep things tidy.

::hearts this conversation::

well, he wouldn't be taking care of the bear because he's lonely or anything... :)

Of course not. He just sets it on the chest of drawers while he's resting because he's afraid *it* might get lonely. You never know when a bear's stuffing might have been used as the nest for a passing consciousness...

and, that way, if who ever owned the bear returned, they wouldn't be upset with how it was treated

Exactly! If there's one thing Seven prides himself on, other than making time for tea and knowing 1001 uses for an umbrella, it's making sure other people's belongings are well-cared-for.

You never know when a bear's stuffing might have been used as the nest for a passing consciousness...
Holy wow what an awesome - and truly terrifying - thought

I assume a donut loving dickie bird told you where to find this? *sporfles*

It very rapidly became fanon for me in the writing - I don't know about Mmme d'Sweeper

I'm currently trying to finagle the flashfic into something cohesive because it's so damn cute and needs to be read by more people. Poor little bear with the flopped ear which Seven keeps trying to fix.

hee and here I was thinking it was only *so* damn cute because it was turned midnight when I was writing. I still have a *need* to draw the bear I can see him so clearly!

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Possibly... and I do love birds, especially the ones who lead me to the Good Stuff :)

She's a very lovely little bird...

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this little birdy put up the bear story (http://donutsweeper.livejournal.com/90734.html) for you and madjaks

OMG y'all, I am ded from this. I ::heart:: the whole image so much.