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ericadawn16) wrote2011-07-08 11:31 pm
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Torchwood Big Bang - Bingo Style: Death
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Martha, Ianto, Owen, Katie Jack/Ianto, Owen/Katie
Rated: PG-13 SPOILERS for Fragments and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Three characters all read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at different points in time.
Author's Note: This is written for the Torchwood Big Bang - Bingo Style
http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/329232.html
Torchwood Big Bang - Bingo Style: Death
Martha hated this part of a trip. There was nothing to do but wait. Her bags were packed. Her passport was accounted for and there were only so many times she could check the email on her phone. However, she could 'accidentally' walk in on some dabbling. Martha went to Ianto's room and twisted the knob. It was unlocked but she only found Ianto by the bed and the sound of Jack in the shower.
"Just packing," he explained and held up a book. She smiled.
"That's a good one, so sad though," she said, "but it came highly recommended."
"I always cry," he said and tried to laugh it off, "No matter how many times I've read it, always..."
"I think everyone does," Martha said, still thinking of the Doctor. Ianto was silent for a good bit.
"Yep," he said finally and she wondered what had been on his mind.
Two years earlier...
Ianto put away the newest catalogued items for the archive when he rounded a dark corner and heard crying. It certainly seemed like crying. He was curious who could it be? Tosh? Gwen? What happened? Or was it just the usual being too much right then?
He looked ahead of him at the dark figure, but couldn't make it out until he was right in front of him.
"Owen?" he asked softly.
"Teaboy," he replied with annoyance, "Don't you have anything else to do rather than sneak up on me? Shagging Jack perhaps?"
Owen mentioned that so often, you'd almost think he wanted to shag Jack. Still, Ianto was pretty sure he was just trying to get a rise out of him especially since Owen definitely had tears on his face. The book he'd been reading had been hidden in the shadows but Ianto knew which one it was by the cover.
"I cried, too," he admitted.
"I'm not crying. It's dust. You never clean down here," Owen complained and got to his feet. Ianto watched him go. It wasn't dust. From what he saw, it looked like he'd been reading the part with Dobby at Shell Cottage.
Three years earlier...
"Stop," Katie said with a giggle and slapped his hand away. Owen started nibbling her ear.
"Stop," she repeated again with a giggle, "I'm trying to read."
They were dressed just in knickers on the bed and she wanted to read?
"What book could be that important?" he asked her.
"Oh, it's brilliant, Andi's loaning me the series," she said and her blue eyes sparkled as she showed him the cover. He read the title and frowned.
"Isn't that a kids book? Like Tintin or something?" he asked. She glared at him.
"You and Tintin," Katie said and shook her head. "No, they're more than kids books. It's more like Tolkien. Decades and decades from now, they'll still be reading them, you'll see."
"And then, you'll hold it over me?" Owen asked.
"You bet," Katie agreed. It was obvious that this was important to her.
"So, tell me about it," he said, his fingers caressing hers.
"Well, there's this boy who's a wizard...going to be a wizard. He has to go to school first..."
"Like A Levels and everything?" Owen joked except she nodded.
"But they have different names but my favorite character is Dobby. He's a House Elf and just adorable. He has Elf magic so they can do things without a wand. He did this thing to Lucius to make him fall back on his bum," she said with that gorgeous smile. Owen had no idea what she was talking about but he loved seeing her so excited about something other than work. Maybe he could find her a Dobby doll or something.
Characters: Martha, Ianto, Owen, Katie Jack/Ianto, Owen/Katie
Rated: PG-13 SPOILERS for Fragments and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Three characters all read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at different points in time.
Author's Note: This is written for the Torchwood Big Bang - Bingo Style
http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/329232.html
Torchwood Big Bang - Bingo Style: Death
Martha hated this part of a trip. There was nothing to do but wait. Her bags were packed. Her passport was accounted for and there were only so many times she could check the email on her phone. However, she could 'accidentally' walk in on some dabbling. Martha went to Ianto's room and twisted the knob. It was unlocked but she only found Ianto by the bed and the sound of Jack in the shower.
"Just packing," he explained and held up a book. She smiled.
"That's a good one, so sad though," she said, "but it came highly recommended."
"I always cry," he said and tried to laugh it off, "No matter how many times I've read it, always..."
"I think everyone does," Martha said, still thinking of the Doctor. Ianto was silent for a good bit.
"Yep," he said finally and she wondered what had been on his mind.
Two years earlier...
Ianto put away the newest catalogued items for the archive when he rounded a dark corner and heard crying. It certainly seemed like crying. He was curious who could it be? Tosh? Gwen? What happened? Or was it just the usual being too much right then?
He looked ahead of him at the dark figure, but couldn't make it out until he was right in front of him.
"Owen?" he asked softly.
"Teaboy," he replied with annoyance, "Don't you have anything else to do rather than sneak up on me? Shagging Jack perhaps?"
Owen mentioned that so often, you'd almost think he wanted to shag Jack. Still, Ianto was pretty sure he was just trying to get a rise out of him especially since Owen definitely had tears on his face. The book he'd been reading had been hidden in the shadows but Ianto knew which one it was by the cover.
"I cried, too," he admitted.
"I'm not crying. It's dust. You never clean down here," Owen complained and got to his feet. Ianto watched him go. It wasn't dust. From what he saw, it looked like he'd been reading the part with Dobby at Shell Cottage.
Three years earlier...
"Stop," Katie said with a giggle and slapped his hand away. Owen started nibbling her ear.
"Stop," she repeated again with a giggle, "I'm trying to read."
They were dressed just in knickers on the bed and she wanted to read?
"What book could be that important?" he asked her.
"Oh, it's brilliant, Andi's loaning me the series," she said and her blue eyes sparkled as she showed him the cover. He read the title and frowned.
"Isn't that a kids book? Like Tintin or something?" he asked. She glared at him.
"You and Tintin," Katie said and shook her head. "No, they're more than kids books. It's more like Tolkien. Decades and decades from now, they'll still be reading them, you'll see."
"And then, you'll hold it over me?" Owen asked.
"You bet," Katie agreed. It was obvious that this was important to her.
"So, tell me about it," he said, his fingers caressing hers.
"Well, there's this boy who's a wizard...going to be a wizard. He has to go to school first..."
"Like A Levels and everything?" Owen joked except she nodded.
"But they have different names but my favorite character is Dobby. He's a House Elf and just adorable. He has Elf magic so they can do things without a wand. He did this thing to Lucius to make him fall back on his bum," she said with that gorgeous smile. Owen had no idea what she was talking about but he loved seeing her so excited about something other than work. Maybe he could find her a Dobby doll or something.
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I wonder where Owen has been living if has never heard of the Harry Potter books or movies, even if he has not read them. Just the movie trailers are mesmerizing! I still recall how enchanting the trailer for Sorcerer's Stone was and it made me want to go see it right away, even if it hadn't been out yet! It was just so magical and different from everything else.
It's good to know that later Owen got hooked and read the books, even if they made him cry.
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