Gwen turned sharply at the noise behind her, bringing her gun up and aiming at the smirking figure stepping out of the shadows. “Drop your weapons!” she snapped at Captain John Hart.
Ianto stepped out of the same shadowed corridor, wondering how it had taken Gwen so long to hear them coming. “Hands up and drop your weapons!” she snapped again.
Clearly she hadn’t noticed that the rest of the team were behind him, that his hands were cuffed – admittedly they were cuffed in front and not behind, but that was Jack’s soft heart and not Ianto’s. Given the choice, Ianto would have cuffed his ankles as well and gagged him just for good measure. No good ever came from a visit from John Hart.
“All your weapons now!” Gwen shouted.
“Gwen, give it a break,” Owen snapped back, “Just look will you – Tosh is already carrying all of his weapons.” Ianto wasn’t quite so sure about that, he estimated they’d probably relieved him of about 85% of his weapons, 95% if they were really doing well, but then maybe he was just being overly suspicious of how amenable John had been to handing them over.
John reached for his buckle and started to undo it. “What are you doing?” Gwen asked startled.
“The only weapon I’ve got left, darling! I can’t drop it but I can at least let you take a look,” his smirk got even more devilish.
That was the final straw, Ianto wasn’t going to take this nonsense any more. “Oh grow up!” he said firmly, yanking John by the arm so his hands couldn’t return to his buckle. “Nobody believes that, so just get moving. You know where to go.” He gave him a shove towards the stairs up to the conference room, smiling inwardly as John stumbled barely catching himself.
“Eye Candy, I didn’t know you were the dominant type, but I’m game if you are.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, and refusing to be drawn in to any more innuendo-laden conversation, gave John another shove towards the stairs.
Torchwood, Team & Captain John
Ianto stepped out of the same shadowed corridor, wondering how it had taken Gwen so long to hear them coming. “Hands up and drop your weapons!” she snapped again.
Clearly she hadn’t noticed that the rest of the team were behind him, that his hands were cuffed – admittedly they were cuffed in front and not behind, but that was Jack’s soft heart and not Ianto’s. Given the choice, Ianto would have cuffed his ankles as well and gagged him just for good measure. No good ever came from a visit from John Hart.
“All your weapons now!” Gwen shouted.
“Gwen, give it a break,” Owen snapped back, “Just look will you – Tosh is already carrying all of his weapons.” Ianto wasn’t quite so sure about that, he estimated they’d probably relieved him of about 85% of his weapons, 95% if they were really doing well, but then maybe he was just being overly suspicious of how amenable John had been to handing them over.
John reached for his buckle and started to undo it. “What are you doing?” Gwen asked startled.
“The only weapon I’ve got left, darling! I can’t drop it but I can at least let you take a look,” his smirk got even more devilish.
That was the final straw, Ianto wasn’t going to take this nonsense any more. “Oh grow up!” he said firmly, yanking John by the arm so his hands couldn’t return to his buckle. “Nobody believes that, so just get moving. You know where to go.” He gave him a shove towards the stairs up to the conference room, smiling inwardly as John stumbled barely catching himself.
“Eye Candy, I didn’t know you were the dominant type, but I’m game if you are.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, and refusing to be drawn in to any more innuendo-laden conversation, gave John another shove towards the stairs.