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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Aug. 14th, 2008 03:57 pm)Day One
Fandom: Torchwood
Spoilers: SERIES 4 Character Speculation / Characters for “Journey’s End”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Mickey
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Russell T. Davies.
He had his back to the door, but it didn’t matter. He knew who it was when the bells jingled. He could smell his bloody aftershave. Mickey bent over his drink and scowled. “Go away.”
“No can do, Mickey Mouse.” Jack’s quick wrist snatched the glass out from under Mickey’s arms.
“I wasn’t finished with that,” he mumbled, turning away as Jack brought up a stool next to him.
“Sure you were.” Jack gave him a small nudge. “You know, for a first day, you did pretty good.”
“I don’t need any pep talks from you. It’s not my first day. I've been working for Torchwood for years, and ain’t none of them involved . . .” His resolve broke as he realized he was staring Jack in the eyes, like he said he wouldn’t. “Just go away.” He turned back around.
“Gwen’s first day was pretty much like this, you know.” Jack nudged him again.
“You always make a joke outta everything?”
“I just meant—”
“That it happens all the time? What? Is it some sorta initiation? Shaggin’ the boss? Is that it? Or is it all one big joke on Mickey? Having a right laugh back there in the Hub, aren’t you? Stupid old Mickey. You shoulda taken the tin dog.”
“Sarah Jane wouldn’t give him up. Believe me, I tried.” Jack nudged him again, and this time, he kept his hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “What I meant was, alien sex pollen is not as rare as you would think. There are a million and one spores that affect hormones and pheromones and just your normal everyday sex drive. I can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I can promise that noone is laughing at you. Hell, they’re standing in line right now, waiting for their turn!”
It wasn't a real apology, but it was close enough. Mickey sniffed and turned around to talk properly. “Really?”
“Weren’t you there for it? It was brilliant. I had Ianto pull the CCTV. We could reminisce if you’d like," Jack leaned in. "In my quarters, all alone.”
It was the waggling of the eyebrows that did him in. Mickey cracked a smile. “You’re sick, mate!”
“I know!” Jack threw an arm around his shoulders and squeezed tight. “But how else would you want me?”
“Oi, get off!” Mickey wriggled free and punched Jack’s arm. “Just ‘cause I’m talkin’ to you don’t mean I’ve forgiven you. I’m still in a rotten mood and covered in Harkness germs. So buy me another drink and keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”
“Do you always send mixed signals?” Jack leered at him.
Mickey sighed as Jack ordered their drinks. “It’s always gonna be like this, huh?”
“Yup.”
“I’ll go mad.”
“Yup.”
“Stuck down there in a cave with you, the teaboy and the copper.”
“Sounds like a good time to me.” Jack’s hand skirted across his thigh, and Mickey slapped it as hard as he could. He was smiling.
Fandom: Torchwood
Spoilers: SERIES 4 Character Speculation / Characters for “Journey’s End”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Mickey
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Russell T. Davies.
He had his back to the door, but it didn’t matter. He knew who it was when the bells jingled. He could smell his bloody aftershave. Mickey bent over his drink and scowled. “Go away.”
“No can do, Mickey Mouse.” Jack’s quick wrist snatched the glass out from under Mickey’s arms.
“I wasn’t finished with that,” he mumbled, turning away as Jack brought up a stool next to him.
“Sure you were.” Jack gave him a small nudge. “You know, for a first day, you did pretty good.”
“I don’t need any pep talks from you. It’s not my first day. I've been working for Torchwood for years, and ain’t none of them involved . . .” His resolve broke as he realized he was staring Jack in the eyes, like he said he wouldn’t. “Just go away.” He turned back around.
“Gwen’s first day was pretty much like this, you know.” Jack nudged him again.
“You always make a joke outta everything?”
“I just meant—”
“That it happens all the time? What? Is it some sorta initiation? Shaggin’ the boss? Is that it? Or is it all one big joke on Mickey? Having a right laugh back there in the Hub, aren’t you? Stupid old Mickey. You shoulda taken the tin dog.”
“Sarah Jane wouldn’t give him up. Believe me, I tried.” Jack nudged him again, and this time, he kept his hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “What I meant was, alien sex pollen is not as rare as you would think. There are a million and one spores that affect hormones and pheromones and just your normal everyday sex drive. I can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I can promise that noone is laughing at you. Hell, they’re standing in line right now, waiting for their turn!”
It wasn't a real apology, but it was close enough. Mickey sniffed and turned around to talk properly. “Really?”
“Weren’t you there for it? It was brilliant. I had Ianto pull the CCTV. We could reminisce if you’d like," Jack leaned in. "In my quarters, all alone.”
It was the waggling of the eyebrows that did him in. Mickey cracked a smile. “You’re sick, mate!”
“I know!” Jack threw an arm around his shoulders and squeezed tight. “But how else would you want me?”
“Oi, get off!” Mickey wriggled free and punched Jack’s arm. “Just ‘cause I’m talkin’ to you don’t mean I’ve forgiven you. I’m still in a rotten mood and covered in Harkness germs. So buy me another drink and keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”
“Do you always send mixed signals?” Jack leered at him.
Mickey sighed as Jack ordered their drinks. “It’s always gonna be like this, huh?”
“Yup.”
“I’ll go mad.”
“Yup.”
“Stuck down there in a cave with you, the teaboy and the copper.”
“Sounds like a good time to me.” Jack’s hand skirted across his thigh, and Mickey slapped it as hard as he could. He was smiling.
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