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[#300] JUST REWARD (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #300 - Ceremony
Title: Just reward
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Ianto receives something unusual in the morning post.
‘Morning, team!’ Jack called out brightly as he skipped through the large cogwheel door, alarms blaring and lights flashing to announce his entrance. ‘I’ve got mail,’ he said.
‘Since when do you pick up the post?’ Owen asked.
Gwen smirked. ‘Since the butty shop next door hired that cute boy, I'll bet. What was his name, again?’
‘Aaron,’ Jack replied. ‘And he is cute, but the post just happened to be on my way this morning.’
‘As did Aaron.’
Jack shrugged at the insinuation, not bothering to deny it. He tugged off the rubber band holding it together and began to flip through the small wad. ‘Junk, junk, last month’s issue of Medical Monthly. Owen, I assume that’s yours?’
‘Unless someone else here is pretending to be a doctor,’ he replied. ‘I’d get my copies of Nuts delivered here as well but I reckon you’d only knick them.’
‘I prefer my ladies in real life, not airbrushed into a glossy centrefold,’ Jack said. ‘But I appreciate that not every guy can attract the ladies and needs to resort to magazines.’
Owen snatched the periodical from him. ‘Oh, har bloody har. I get plenty of action.’
‘Too much information,’ Gwen said, cringing at her desk.
‘New takeaway pamphlet for the kebab shop on Bute Street,’ Jack continued. ‘Ianto, file that one for next week.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Oh,’ Jack paused at the last item, enclosed in a crisp white envelope, non-standard size and heavy from the weight of the parchment paper, and addressed in gold foil lettering along with the royal crest also embossed in more gold, ‘another one for you.’
Ianto frowned at the heavy envelope. ‘Jack, this is from Buckingham Palace.’
‘I know. Must be important.’ Jack teased him by not quite letting it go as he took hold of it, tugging it back before Ianto finally tugged in reply and Jack let it go, following him over to his desk where he sat down and pulled out a long handled letter opener and began to carefully prise the flap open. He paused and turned to look at Jack who was now hovering over his shoulder. ‘Do you mind?’
‘I wanna see what it says.’
‘Privacy means nothing to you, does it?’
‘Not a thing.’
Jack caught the reliably slow eye roll as Ianto prised the heavy card from the envelope and read it. ‘Oh. Oh, um…’
‘What's it say?’
Ianto clutched it to his breast. ‘Nothing. It's just, ah…’
Jack couldn't be bothered with being polite. He snatched the corner of it before Ianto could resist.
‘Hey!’
Jack smiled over the wording then whistled. ‘Ianto, this huge!’
‘Not that huge,’ he said, snatching it back.
‘We’re all getting a pay rise?’ Owen said, sounding hopeful.
‘What? What is it?’ Gwen asked, peering over at the pair of them.
‘Ianto's been invited to a presentation ceremony where the Queen plans to award him the George Cross for bravery and valour.’
‘You couldn't have kept that to yourself?’ Ianto said, chiding Jack for his big mouth and inability to keep anything secret.
‘That's… wow!’ Gwen gushed.
‘It's really not,’ he said, his cheeks filling quickly with a pink blush.
‘That's not how I heard it,’ Jack said. ‘You stormed the palace gates.’
‘Stormed is a rather strong word for it. I jostled past two guys in ceremonial dress and the gate was already open.’
‘And proceeded to eliminate a dangerous alien shapeshifter pretending to be a foreign dignitary, right there on the steps of Buckingham palace, in front of the Queen no less.’
‘I didn't know she was there,’ he huffed. ‘They were flying the Union Jack. Do you really think that I’d have gone in there wielding a gun if the Queen was in residence?’
‘I do, actually.’
Ianto huffed again. ‘I wasn't even supposed to be there. The cab that was supposed to pick me up after my meeting with UNIT didn't arrive. I thought I'd go for a walk instead since it was a nice day and get the tube back.’
‘And then you noticed something weird.’
‘If by weird you mean the third arm that erupted from the Polish ambassador armed with some kind of weapon, then yes.’
‘Why is this the first I'm hearing of this?’ Gwen asked.
‘Because Ianto didn't want to make a scene,’ Jack explained, having heard the story. Ianto implored him not to repeat it again. ‘But he did. A big one.’
Ianto’s face flushed a deeper shade of embarrassed. ‘I was just… doing my duty.’
‘That's a bit more than your duty, mate,’ Owen said.
Ianto picked up the invitation off his desk and chewed his lip as he read it again. ‘I suppose I could just write back and politely decline.’
‘You'll do no such thing, Ianto Jones,’ Jack warned him. ‘Liz happens to be a close personal friend. Besides,’ he bristled awkwardly, ‘you'll make me look bad.’
Owen smiled. ‘Well, in that case you should definitely tell her to stick her award.’
‘Ianto, you can't not go,’ Gwen told him. ‘Think about it. We're a top secret organisation.’
‘She's right, mate,’ Owen added. ‘We never get any bloody thanks or recognition.’
‘I… butt… why me?’ he stammered. He turned and looked up at Jack. ‘Why not you? All the things you've done…’
‘You can only be awarded once.’
‘What?’
‘It was a lifetime ago. Queen Victoria gave me one. You wouldn't believe the trouble that woman could get into.’ He gave a disinterested shrug. ‘It's in a box, er… somewhere.’
‘Ianto arched an eyebrow. ‘But I'm supposed to treat this as highly important?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, I think you should be proud,’ Gwen said, beaming at him.
Ianto seemed to think about it. ‘They're not going to have bagpipes and marching and bowing and everything, are they?’
‘All that and more,’ Jack promised. ‘Pomp and pageantry turned up to eleven. I can’t wait.’
Ianto cringed, then sighed. ‘Great. Being a hero really is a lot more trouble than it's worth.’
Title: Just reward
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Ianto receives something unusual in the morning post.
‘Morning, team!’ Jack called out brightly as he skipped through the large cogwheel door, alarms blaring and lights flashing to announce his entrance. ‘I’ve got mail,’ he said.
‘Since when do you pick up the post?’ Owen asked.
Gwen smirked. ‘Since the butty shop next door hired that cute boy, I'll bet. What was his name, again?’
‘Aaron,’ Jack replied. ‘And he is cute, but the post just happened to be on my way this morning.’
‘As did Aaron.’
Jack shrugged at the insinuation, not bothering to deny it. He tugged off the rubber band holding it together and began to flip through the small wad. ‘Junk, junk, last month’s issue of Medical Monthly. Owen, I assume that’s yours?’
‘Unless someone else here is pretending to be a doctor,’ he replied. ‘I’d get my copies of Nuts delivered here as well but I reckon you’d only knick them.’
‘I prefer my ladies in real life, not airbrushed into a glossy centrefold,’ Jack said. ‘But I appreciate that not every guy can attract the ladies and needs to resort to magazines.’
Owen snatched the periodical from him. ‘Oh, har bloody har. I get plenty of action.’
‘Too much information,’ Gwen said, cringing at her desk.
‘New takeaway pamphlet for the kebab shop on Bute Street,’ Jack continued. ‘Ianto, file that one for next week.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Oh,’ Jack paused at the last item, enclosed in a crisp white envelope, non-standard size and heavy from the weight of the parchment paper, and addressed in gold foil lettering along with the royal crest also embossed in more gold, ‘another one for you.’
Ianto frowned at the heavy envelope. ‘Jack, this is from Buckingham Palace.’
‘I know. Must be important.’ Jack teased him by not quite letting it go as he took hold of it, tugging it back before Ianto finally tugged in reply and Jack let it go, following him over to his desk where he sat down and pulled out a long handled letter opener and began to carefully prise the flap open. He paused and turned to look at Jack who was now hovering over his shoulder. ‘Do you mind?’
‘I wanna see what it says.’
‘Privacy means nothing to you, does it?’
‘Not a thing.’
Jack caught the reliably slow eye roll as Ianto prised the heavy card from the envelope and read it. ‘Oh. Oh, um…’
‘What's it say?’
Ianto clutched it to his breast. ‘Nothing. It's just, ah…’
Jack couldn't be bothered with being polite. He snatched the corner of it before Ianto could resist.
‘Hey!’
Jack smiled over the wording then whistled. ‘Ianto, this huge!’
‘Not that huge,’ he said, snatching it back.
‘We’re all getting a pay rise?’ Owen said, sounding hopeful.
‘What? What is it?’ Gwen asked, peering over at the pair of them.
‘Ianto's been invited to a presentation ceremony where the Queen plans to award him the George Cross for bravery and valour.’
‘You couldn't have kept that to yourself?’ Ianto said, chiding Jack for his big mouth and inability to keep anything secret.
‘That's… wow!’ Gwen gushed.
‘It's really not,’ he said, his cheeks filling quickly with a pink blush.
‘That's not how I heard it,’ Jack said. ‘You stormed the palace gates.’
‘Stormed is a rather strong word for it. I jostled past two guys in ceremonial dress and the gate was already open.’
‘And proceeded to eliminate a dangerous alien shapeshifter pretending to be a foreign dignitary, right there on the steps of Buckingham palace, in front of the Queen no less.’
‘I didn't know she was there,’ he huffed. ‘They were flying the Union Jack. Do you really think that I’d have gone in there wielding a gun if the Queen was in residence?’
‘I do, actually.’
Ianto huffed again. ‘I wasn't even supposed to be there. The cab that was supposed to pick me up after my meeting with UNIT didn't arrive. I thought I'd go for a walk instead since it was a nice day and get the tube back.’
‘And then you noticed something weird.’
‘If by weird you mean the third arm that erupted from the Polish ambassador armed with some kind of weapon, then yes.’
‘Why is this the first I'm hearing of this?’ Gwen asked.
‘Because Ianto didn't want to make a scene,’ Jack explained, having heard the story. Ianto implored him not to repeat it again. ‘But he did. A big one.’
Ianto’s face flushed a deeper shade of embarrassed. ‘I was just… doing my duty.’
‘That's a bit more than your duty, mate,’ Owen said.
Ianto picked up the invitation off his desk and chewed his lip as he read it again. ‘I suppose I could just write back and politely decline.’
‘You'll do no such thing, Ianto Jones,’ Jack warned him. ‘Liz happens to be a close personal friend. Besides,’ he bristled awkwardly, ‘you'll make me look bad.’
Owen smiled. ‘Well, in that case you should definitely tell her to stick her award.’
‘Ianto, you can't not go,’ Gwen told him. ‘Think about it. We're a top secret organisation.’
‘She's right, mate,’ Owen added. ‘We never get any bloody thanks or recognition.’
‘I… butt… why me?’ he stammered. He turned and looked up at Jack. ‘Why not you? All the things you've done…’
‘You can only be awarded once.’
‘What?’
‘It was a lifetime ago. Queen Victoria gave me one. You wouldn't believe the trouble that woman could get into.’ He gave a disinterested shrug. ‘It's in a box, er… somewhere.’
‘Ianto arched an eyebrow. ‘But I'm supposed to treat this as highly important?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, I think you should be proud,’ Gwen said, beaming at him.
Ianto seemed to think about it. ‘They're not going to have bagpipes and marching and bowing and everything, are they?’
‘All that and more,’ Jack promised. ‘Pomp and pageantry turned up to eleven. I can’t wait.’
Ianto cringed, then sighed. ‘Great. Being a hero really is a lot more trouble than it's worth.’
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