Different Wavelengths [OPEN]

[wrenfelidae]

The Doctor’s tone was polite. Not warm, polite, Jack thought to himself, feeling his eyebrows twist down to mark a grimace on his face, his lips turning to the right as he thought about how to make things work better in his favor. Yeah, sure, the last time he had actually been around the Doctor for an extended amount of time was during the 40s, when he had… Jack shook his head. The con, the nanogens… those kids… He looked at the Doctor and let his face move back into a smile. He had such an innocent look about him, especially more so now than he had when Jack had first met him. Hair did that, thought. And smaller ears. Jack took a deep breath as the Doctor closed his eyes. thinking, before asking for a hug. Jack smiled. “Though you’d never ask.” He came forward for a quick embrace, knowing that Ianto could probably see the two men from the security cameras, and didn’t want him seeing Jack cop a feel of anything. Not that’d he do so with the Doctor, by any means. He’d been shut out of that possibility a while ago.

Jack waiting with his hands in his pockets as the Doctor rambled, nodding when he mentioned the Slitheen (nasty things, they were) and smiling as he went on and on about the TARDIS. He chuckled, moving a hand to push back his hair and scratch at the back of his neck. “I’m sure it’s just that. Indigestion.” He giggled again, his eyes warming. It had been a long time since he had seen an old friend. Or acquaintance. Whatever the Doctor considered himself as to Jack. He opened his mouth to answer the Doctor about the destination of the lift when he answered himself, continuing his ramble. Jack crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

Jack smiled and nodded, keeping his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Yup. The worst-kept secret in Cardiff is located right under your feet.” He indicated with one hand to the ground, motioning at the concrete. “About 50 stories down, anyway.” He shrugged, a grin broadcasted on his face. “We have a high ceiling.” His nose scrunched slightly with his smile thinking about the phone booth. “Well, we aren’t big on disguises around here. And I’m not sure the phone booth would fit in with out décor…” He put his hands in his pockets. “Although Ianto wouldn’t mind a James Bond theme…”

He motioned his head back towards where he had walked from, indicating the doctor should follow him. “Lock up your girl and c’mon back. I’ll introduce you to the team. Show you around.” He smiled and turned on his heel, knowing the Doctor would follow close behind. He touched a finger to his ear, turning on his com system. “Ianto- Make sure everything’s tidy… bringing a visitor down.” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead, he just walked down to the tourist entrance, a slight skip in his step.

[pande]

Another song had just come up on the play list and Ianto was already deep into chapter three. The build up to the plot was making him angsty even though he knew the book ended perfectly well and Bond won. Like always. Still, getting to the end of the book was part of the adventure – a part Ianto Jones was seriously starting to consider skipping. He was just about to jump to the end of the book when the song changed once more. He glanced up at the irony of the music and sighed heavily. Fine, the music won out. He’d read the book, beginning to end, and damn the angst he was feeling between the covers. He flipped back open the book and started to read once more, his eyes drifting over the pages until the Hub started to vanish around him and the book became a movie in his head.

“—bringing a visitor down.”

Ianto’s head jerked up. What was that? Had Jack been trying to get in contact with him? Ianto scrambled up, slamming the book down on the desk in his hurry and playing back the message. The well dressed male groaned in irritation and looked around the Hub with an eye akin to that of the Queen of Clean. Ianto snorted softly, the place would do. Some mess here and there, but over all it would probably be fine.

Coffee.

That’s what was needed. Ianto dashed towards the rather impressive and spotless coffee machine. He looked at the beans he could have ground and ready by the time Jack and the visitor were down. Swiftly his eyes travelled over the organized bean bags and selected Jack’s favorite and then one he’d never opened before. Banana coffee. Should be interesting, it was one Ianto hadn’t quite had a chance to try out yet and he was curious. Swiftly starting up the machine he finished off Jack’s coffee and the two new cups of coffee by the time he heard the cog door of the Hub open loudly. Ianto started over with three mugs of coffee on a tray and a warm smile on his face.

[The Doctor]

He hugged him back. Something about his smell or his hold felt good, comforting sort of good. The Time Lord didn’t know why he never really clicked with Jack but he didn’t want the moment to end as much as he physically wanted it too as it was just awkward. Then it soon ended and he went on with his Time Lord gibberish. No one ever seemed to understand what he said. He could go on talking about something so simple, take your basic bio 101 class the Doctor could go on about it for ages and no one would comprehend a word he said. Jack was just standing there like a barge refusing to move. Okay maybe a stubborn cow or some other metaphor. It didn’t matter because here the Doctor was going on about subject a to b within seconds. Nothing too abnormal there; basic Doctor behavior as he was always all over the place. “Yeah, probably is. Not too abnormal for a TARDIS. Happens a lot, then again she is getting old. No offence love.” He told her as he stoked her blue exterior. Moments later he lightly kissed her doorframe just to tell her that he was only being playful.

Rocking on his balls of his feet the Doctor peered below himself at the spot that Jack was gesturing at. “Must have a very high ceiling and a good chance of a rock-climbing wall. Do you have one of those any chance?” Jack then confirmed the bit about the ceiling; the Doctor nodded and mused to himself. Looking disappointed the Doctor frowned at Jack. “No phone booth? What kind of place is this? Clearly you need some class, and a phone booth. At least every now and then you get me and my TARDIS popping by in the area to spice things up. Though I could only imagine the rift keeps you lot on your toes. Décor? And who’s this Ianto person? You never mentioned him before.” The Doctor was popping with questions. He couldn’t help himself. He adored leaping into the unknown—sides for the Timeslasher but other than that, surprises were fun and he loved them. Besides if he liked James Bond then he really couldn’t be too bad of a person, right?

Sighing, the Doctor looked back at the TARDIS and then to Jack for a few moments. He watched him begin to go without him and he wondered if he should leave her open in case Donna hadn’t left her yet. Thought it wasn’t like she couldn’t leave if he locked her up because she could get out. So he reluctantly he took out his key from his chain on his neck and locked the doors and followed trotting behind the beefy Captain. He went ahead of him and bounced into the tourist shop. A man was standing there with some coffee. Was that banana that he sensed? The Doctor adored bananas. “Bananas are good you know,” he reminded Jack. It was an old joke. “I’m the Doctor and you must be this Ianto person yes?” As he folded his hands into his pockets he looked around he murmured to Jack, “You know, I’m really not that impressed.”

[wrenfelidae]

Jack crossed his arms over his chest, his long coat flapping slightly in the wind. The Doctor, bless his heart, was rambling again. About the TARDIS, of course, but Jack could understand that. He tended to get either overprotective or over-knowledgeable about that silly blue box. It was like him, with his gun, or his man… Jack looked at the ground, imagining what Ianto was doing the fifty stories down or so his hub sat at. Way below sea level, at least.

Probably watching some silly action flick on the telly, making his power bill skyrocket… Jack chuckled to himself. He was never the movie buff like Ianto. Sure, he could go to the theater and enjoy a good movie (although he liked it better when he went with a date, and then not much of the movie ended up being watched) but he liked living the action better. More… interactive.

He stood still, arms now moved to his pockets, as he dealt with the Doctor’s questions. Bombarded, actually, by the childish statements, the want for knowledge gleaming in the Doctor’s eyes. That was something Jack didn’t quite possess; the quest for knowledge. But, as he always said, he was a man of action. He opened his mouth to speak (finally), a happy smile broadening his face. “No to the rock wall, hey- we have class… our décor is a little… lacking, but we’re modern… and Ianto is…” he grinned. “You’ll just have to meet him.” He called over his shoulder, hands in his pocket and his coat swishing around his feet.

Jack rolled his eyes when the Doctor mentioned the old banana joke. Yes. He knew they were good for you. But he wasn’t too big of a fan, since they couldn’t exactly save your life in an arms war. And you can’t really eat one when running. He took a mug from Ianto with a nod of thanks and sipped at it for a moment.

He spit it out into the mug, making a noise somewhat along the lines of “aplefglegh!” He raised an eyebrow at Ianto, and then motioned to his cup with raised eyebrows and a disgusted expression. “What the hell is that?” He mouthed, looking into his cup. Tasted like bananas. And coffee. They shouldn’t coexist… tasted funny.

He set the mug down on the edge of a concrete table and leaned back on it, crossing his feet on his ankles. One of Ianto’s favorite books was lying open on the desk behind him; when the Doctor saw the James Bond cover, he would be all over it, and Jack would be left to talk to himself and watch the two before him… bond. Jack chuckled. Heh. Bond. What a pun.

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