Fic: "WHAT GOES AROUND..."

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Story: What Goes Around...
Author: Melinda Kitty melindakitty
Beta: The Well-Traveled ophymirage
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato
Rated: Kinda Teen-ish for mild sexual innuendo and some mild language. No hard cursing.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did... well... let's just say that things would be VERY different, starting with the lame-ass ending of Series 2.
Spoilers: AU. Prequel to "Faithful". No actual spoilers here, though there may be in "Ecstasy".
Summary: Teaser for "Ecstasy". (Part 1/3 to be posted this Sunday.) Assume this takes place sometime after "Countrycide" but before "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang". Tosh finds something on the internet that Jack wishes he could forget. Hilarity ensues. Fluffy and stupid.

Okay, so here's the dealio...

I'm late. Like really late. Like really really oh-my-God-there-goes-another deadline late.

And there will be no chapter 18 until Sunday.

Actually, there will be no chapter 18 Sunday either.

Why?

It's ophymirage's fault. She flew down for a surprise weekend. (Well, it was a surprise to ME, anyway; apparently, she's been plotting with my roommate and my Spice for the past two months.) [You guys should have seen her face when she figured it out. It was AWESOME. -O] We had a fantastic time, ate FAR too much, thoroughly enjoyed doing beading stuff at the shop, and stayed up far too late discussing fanfic.

You might think this would result in reams upon reams of notes and finished chapters?

Well, kind of.

I signed on for aibhinn's contest/thing with the prompt "Tease, Truth, Dance" and an OT3 ZOMG! fic. Why? Because in chapter 18 of "Faithful" I have a John/Ianto tryst, and there was an aspect of it that just bothered me incessantly, something about the relationship that I didn't quite have sorted. I couldn't identify what it was until I started thinking of this prequel!fic.

I now know what it is.

On Sunday, so will you. "Ecstasy" will be an OT3 ZOMG! prequel to "Faithful" in 3 parts.

Part 1, "Tease" will be up Sunday. I'm REALLY happy with it for many reasons. But, because it's almost double the length of a normal chapter, it's gonna take me a little longer to finish.

So, because I want to take pity on all y'all patient people, here's a little teaser:



Tosh: Oh my god.

Owen: What are you on abou-- Oh. My. God. Holy-- Where did you FIND that, Tosh?

Tosh: I was testing new face-recognition software using images from the CCTVs and cross-referencing with images from Google.

Owen: This is on the interweb?

Tosh: I guess so. I just put the team's faces in to test the software.

Gwen: What are you two -- Oh my GOD! *laughs* Is that Jack?

Owen: He wore it.

Gwen: That's really Jack, is it?

Owen: He actually wore it. My GOD, man, that was supposed to be a joke.

Gwen/Tosh: *burst out laughing*

Ianto: What's going on?

Gwen/Tosh/Owen: Jack.

Ianto: I don't want to know, do I?--- Oh my God, is that Jack in a corset?

Owen: It was a joke. A bloody joke.

Ianto: *raises eyebrow in disbelief* You played a joke on Jack involving men's corsets?

Gwen/Tosh: *stare expectantly at Owen*

Owen: *blushes to roots of hair* It was my first Christmas at Torchwood.

Gwen: (to Tosh) We'll want a few cold ones for this, I think.

Tosh: I'm on it.

Tosh: *hustles off to get a quartet of lagers from the fridge*

Tosh: *returns with inhuman swiftness*

Owen: *to Ianto* Thought only you could do that, Teaboy.

Ianto: Apparently, it's teachable. *accepts longneck bottle* Now about Jack and the corset?

Owen: *deep glug of beer* It was my first Christmas at Torchwood. I bought him a nice, gay clubbing ensemble just to tweak him.

Ianto: No opportunity for innuendo there.

Gwen: Did he take it well?

Owen: He offered to model it for me, the perv.

Gwen/Tosh/Ianto: *wait for the punchline*

Owen: What? It was very... uncomfortable for the next few days.

Ianto: *sotto voce* Serves you right.

Owen: What was that, Teaboy?

Ianto: I said "Could see how it might."

Owen: *skunk eye*

Ianto: *sips lager innocently*

Tosh: So did he model the outfit, Owen?

Owen: Dunno. I ran before he had the chance to finish taking off his trousers.

Ianto: *momentary dreamy look*

Owen: *eyeroll*

Ianto: Right. I'm back. So if you didn't take this, how did a blurry picture of Jack in full face makeup, a mesh shirt, what appear to be -- my God, are those corduroy? -- low-
slung trousers, and a very nice black vinyl corset get onto the interweb?

Gwen/Tosh/Owen: *amused looks at Ianto's precision*

Jack: What is everyone-- oh my God, where did you find THAT?

Tosh: We think it's rather fetching.

Gwen: It's just a shame you don't have any ink.

Jack: Ink?

Ianto: She means tattoos, sir. Care to explain?

Jack: Well it's not like it's anything any of you haven't seen before.

Ianto: I'm sure I don't know what you mean, sir.

Tosh: I actually think the eyeliner suits you.

Owen: Does actually. Makes your eyes look less squinty.

Jack: *look of amused surprise*

Gwen: *smirk*

Owen: What? I can notice another bloke's eyes without my wanting to bed the pervert. Thank you.

Tosh: So are you going to tell us the story, Jack?

Jack: *steals Owen's bottle* The new medic here bought me that ensemble for Christmas.

Ianto: We got that part already, Jack.

Jack: *mild glare*

Ianto: I mean, please continue, sir.

Gwen/Tosh: *Amused Girly Smirk*

Jack: Well, I'd been called in by Torchwood 1 for a bit of undercover work. There was a suspect loose that they couldn't handle alone.

Owen: So you got all tarted up and got a pic snapped by someone's really poor-quality mobile and what EXACTLY am I missing in this conversation?

Jack: I DID say undercover.

Ianto: I don't think he's going to tell us.

Jack: It's on a need-to-know basis.

Ianto: So are you a closet Graver, or was this just a one-time excursion into the sordid underbelly of London?

Jack: Who said anything about Graving?

Gwen: What the bloody hell is a "Graver"?

Tosh: "Goth Raver". How d'you know about Goth raves, Ianto?

Ianto: I know everything.

Owen: Yeah. Right. Jack?

Jack: Need to know.

Owen: Yeah, well we do need to know. That's why we're asking.

Jack: It's a long story.

Tosh: Like any of us has a social life to speak of.

Owen: Speak for yourself, Tosh.

Gwen: Mine will keep, Owen, and so will yours.

Jack: *enigmatic smile* Need to know, ladies and gentlemen. Need to know.

Tosh/Gwen/Owen/Ianto: *various degrees of GLARE as Jack saunters off, sipping his stolen lager*

Ianto: Theories?

Gwen: He was out looking for a shag and someone talked him into partying?

Owen: He's a secret Goth club perv who's hiding a double life behind that Harkness pretty-boy smile?

Tosh: He's the leader of a secret cult of corset-worshipping aliens?

Ianto: Stranger things. I...

Gwen: You all right, Ianto?

Ianto: Yeah... I ... 'S nothing. I just thought....

Tosh: What?

Ianto: I thought for a moment I recognized... *shakes head no* Can't be.

Owen: What, don't tell us Mister Straight-Laced Stick-Up-His-Ass Teaboy was a party boy too?

Gwen: Oh do shut up, Owen. *to Ianto* Sure you're all right, love?

Ianto: Fine. *finishes lager in one long drink* Just fine. *leaves*

Owen: Now THAT wasn't suspicious.

Tosh: He'd actually make quite a pretty Goth.

Owen/Gwen: *puzzled looks*

Tosh: He's got nice eyes. A little eye-liner. Some lippie to emphasize that bow mouth. Spike his hair. Put him in black. Very pretty.

Owen: Just when I think Tosh can't possibly get any weirder. I'm off to get a drink I get to keep. *leaves*

Gwen/Tosh: *conspiratorial look*

Gwen: Can you clean it up a bit, then?

Tosh: Sure. Resolution is terrible but a little tweak here. Refine that... Presto! How many copies?

Gwen: One for me, one for Ianto, and at least three for Andy.

Tosh: For the station?

Gwen: They won't have had a laugh this good since the boys locked themselves in the Hub.

Tosh: *giggles* Evil bitch.

Gwen: Why Tosh, you do always say the nicest things.

Gwen/Tosh: *conspiratorial grin*



Link to previous Faithful!Verse stories

Crossposted to jackxianto, torchwoodslash