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janto_recsTitle: Not Quite According to Plan
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laligin
Genre: Undercover/Mission fic, Humor
Rating: PG13
Summary: Sometimes, unusual methods are called for when trying to apprehend people who have alien tech...
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~2150
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: :D I love Undercover fics, especially where they have to pretend to be a couple. This one has humor, a little action and the ending made me go 'aw'.
Sequel: Plan B (Try, Try Again)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Humor, Romance
Summary: Friday night, as promised, Jack's ready to take Ianto out on the town...
Length: Oneshot, ~2916
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Author:
laliginGenre: Undercover/Mission fic, Humor
Rating: PG13
Summary: Sometimes, unusual methods are called for when trying to apprehend people who have alien tech...
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~2150
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: :D I love Undercover fics, especially where they have to pretend to be a couple. This one has humor, a little action and the ending made me go 'aw'.
“So Ianto, you’re my date.”
Ianto stared at him, his expression somewhat panicky – too much of the “deer-in-the-headlights” for his liking – and, as the girls tried to hold back their giggles and Owen just sat sniggering, he stammered, “I… Jack, no, I… wh… what?”
“You heard me,” Jack said, one side of his mouth quirked in amusement. “We’ll go tonight.” He tilted his head a little, giving Ianto a speculative look, and added, “You’ll have to dress a little more casually, though. Maybe something in pink.”
Owen burst into a few loud shouts of laughter, while Tosh patted Ianto’s arm and tried to offer him some consolation by saying, “I think pink would suit you.”
Ianto closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and sank down in his chair, as if that could help him hide his mortification.
Ianto stared at him, his expression somewhat panicky – too much of the “deer-in-the-headlights” for his liking – and, as the girls tried to hold back their giggles and Owen just sat sniggering, he stammered, “I… Jack, no, I… wh… what?”
“You heard me,” Jack said, one side of his mouth quirked in amusement. “We’ll go tonight.” He tilted his head a little, giving Ianto a speculative look, and added, “You’ll have to dress a little more casually, though. Maybe something in pink.”
Owen burst into a few loud shouts of laughter, while Tosh patted Ianto’s arm and tried to offer him some consolation by saying, “I think pink would suit you.”
Ianto closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and sank down in his chair, as if that could help him hide his mortification.
Sequel: Plan B (Try, Try Again)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Humor, Romance
Summary: Friday night, as promised, Jack's ready to take Ianto out on the town...
Length: Oneshot, ~2916
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Friday night, five fifteen, and Ianto was pacing in the living room, occasionally biting his thumb and glancing at the clock. Or the mirror. He’d spent most of the day (week) thinking about what to wear and generally being skittish and shy around Jack if the two of them were left alone together. With the others watching he’d managed to act normally, but on their own…
Jack hadn’t said a word to the others about this, though. He was thankful for that (the mere thought of what Owen would have had to say on the matter made Ianto want to run and hide) but also slightly nervous – he had no way of knowing whether Jack had even been thinking about this or not, besides the pat on his shoulder (hand lingering far too long) and muttered, “Pick you up at six,” as Ianto had been leaving the Hub earlier that afternoon.
He checked the mirror again, noting the time (five twenty), and frowned anxiously at his reflection. He plucked at his sleeve, eyeing the red silk and wondering if he was overdressed. What would Jack be wearing? He couldn’t judge by last time – that had been more of a mission than anything, and a trip to a club at that… But this, this was a date. A dinner date. It was alright to look smart, he told himself, and it was too late (five twenty two) to work out a whole different outfit now. Though maybe he could just throw on a different shirt. White cotton, top button (maybe two, if he felt daring enough) open – all casual, definitely not reading too much into this whole date issue, no, not him, not getting the idea that this mattered, oh no, because it didn’t, it was just a bit of fun, nothing more to it…
Jack hadn’t said a word to the others about this, though. He was thankful for that (the mere thought of what Owen would have had to say on the matter made Ianto want to run and hide) but also slightly nervous – he had no way of knowing whether Jack had even been thinking about this or not, besides the pat on his shoulder (hand lingering far too long) and muttered, “Pick you up at six,” as Ianto had been leaving the Hub earlier that afternoon.
He checked the mirror again, noting the time (five twenty), and frowned anxiously at his reflection. He plucked at his sleeve, eyeing the red silk and wondering if he was overdressed. What would Jack be wearing? He couldn’t judge by last time – that had been more of a mission than anything, and a trip to a club at that… But this, this was a date. A dinner date. It was alright to look smart, he told himself, and it was too late (five twenty two) to work out a whole different outfit now. Though maybe he could just throw on a different shirt. White cotton, top button (maybe two, if he felt daring enough) open – all casual, definitely not reading too much into this whole date issue, no, not him, not getting the idea that this mattered, oh no, because it didn’t, it was just a bit of fun, nothing more to it…