Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Torchwood or the characters within.
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Note: Written for the 2011 Advent Challenge. Prompt #25 Author's Choice taken from the 2011 prompt list.
Author’s Note: Takes place in my Canary 'verse... this was just so obvious i couldn't resist
Summary: It's Ianto's first Christmas in Torchwood Three and Jack has an idea
“Oh come on Ianto. You would look spectacular and you know it,’ Jack wheedled and pleaded as he followed the winged man through the Hub.
“No. Definitely not, Sir,” Ianto replied firmly and wearily heading towards the small kitchenette.
“Are you still going on about that, Jack?” Suzie looked up from the strange glove they’d found last week with a sympathetic smile at the young Welshman.
“I’m not going on about it, Suzie. I just think it would be absolutely brilliant and Ianto would look stunning,” he responded. “Help me persuade him, please.” Jack gave her his best pleading expression complete with batting eyelashes. Suzie laughed.
“No. I think you just want him to do it for your benefit only, Jack Harkness.”
Jack pouted and turned to Tosh who had been watching. She put her hand up before he could speak.
“And no from me as well, Jack. Leave Ianto alone,” she told him firmly.
“Oh please Tosh. It’s his first free Christmas in years. It deserves to be celebrated,” Jack nearly whined.
“I know it does, but doing that to him is just too much, Jack,” Tosh replied.
“Thank you Tosh,” Ianto told her as he came back with coffee.
“Lay off the birdman, Jack,” Owen ordered testily as he came up the stairs for his coffee. “He could lose all his feathers if you start painting them. You want him to be an angel, just get him a halo and a tree for him to sit on.” Owen grabbed his coffee and headed to his desk.
“No trees,” Ianto stated with wide eyes.
“I wasn’t thinking of a tree,” Jack leered and the girls groaned. Ianto blushed.
“Owen!” Tosh scolded. “You know what Jack is like. Stop encouraging him.”
Owen shrugged unrepentantly, grinning at the discomfited Ianto. “Got him to forget painting those wings though, didn’t it.”