thanks for nothing

 [Aaaand, feel free to reply to anyone and everyone in the comments below, thanks!]

 who | Owen Harper, Ianto Jones
what | REVENGE OF THE FLUFF
why | FLUFF NEEDS NO REASON 
where | the Hub

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It was of course, late. Wasn't it always? Weevils did not keep schedules or business hours in mind when they decided to show their faces above ground. It was even less fun when they led the team on wild goose chases all over the city, in the freezing cold rain in the dead of night. Jack had gone and buggered off to some conference in London for a week, Gwen and Tosh were both leaving for the night, which left Ianto to stay and watch the Hub. Owen was... well, he didn't quite know where Owen was, but he knew he hadn't left yet.

Still slightly cold from the chill, but at least changed at least into fresh clothes, Ianto and two steaming mugs of coffee waited for him on the table behind Tosh's station. 

 who | Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones 
what | FLUFFFFFFFY DOMESTIC CUTENESS. 
why | BECAUSE WE CAN suckitcanon
where | their shared flat

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Jack worked long hard hours, they both did. It was hard to manage their personal life on top of being two parts of a secret alien fighting agency, but so far they were managing alright. Which is why Ianto had managed to talk that oh so fantastic boss of his into letting him go home early on that slow afternoon. Of course, by talking he meant... everything but talking as his mouth was a fair bit occupied at the moment with other things. But that was beyond the point.

Hell. He'd even stopped at the grocery store to actually attempt to cook something nice (and hadn't killed and burnt the the meal beyond recognition in the process - a success, if you asked him. Hopefully Jack agreed). And then, hopefully - once the meal was over, they could simply... have a night to themselves. 

End of the world permitting, of course. 

In retrospect, it's all Ianto's fault. He had been stupid, too slow and hadn't been completely aware of his surroundings - or the crate behind him. The wolf snarled, all teeth and bloody fur on it's muzzle (Ianto tries, and fails to think of that blood belonging to the little girl it killed earlier).  Heart racing in his chest, he raised the gun again and took aim.

At the heart, Jack had said. Silver bullet to the heart was the only way to kill a werewolf. Those late night cinema films had it right all along. Who knew?

There was always that fear, on a field mission. That no matter how many times they'd faced a weevil, or some awful alien, there would be that rush. That knowledge that this could be it. And as the shot went wide, it was the exact feeling churning in his gut. Over his earpiece, he could hear Jack and Gwen announcing that they were on the trail and would be giving Ianto some much needed backup shortly. Thank fuck, he thinks - taking another careful step back.

The wolf snarls again and then it's charging at him straight down the alley. He quickly fires another shot at it and then he's running back up the alley, but he has no time to avert his path until it's too late, and he's positive that crate hadn't been there before - and that's his last thought before he's sprawled over the wet cement. Pain registers in his hands and knees as he scrambles to get up and grab his gun and run like hell. But as soon as he clambers to his feet there is the smell of putrid meat, blood on his skin, the hot breath against his skin is there for only moments before needle sharp teeth clamp right over his hand.

"Arghhhh!" Ianto screamed as the jaw clamped, teeth tearing through flesh and muscle - straight to the bone. It hurts, oh god. Unlike anything, so white hot that he forgets everything else for a moment. Everything is pain. It isn't till he hears voices shouting and the distinct sound of gunfire, until the jaws are loosened and the creature falls dead to the ground does he realize what had just happened. Jack's voice sounds filtered, as if he were on the other side of a glass wall, his heavy footfalls muffled in Ianto's ears. He falls to his knees, still cradling the wounded appendage to his chest, uncaring of the blood smearing all over his favorite shirt and tie.

 PLAYER

✧ NAME: Corie
✧ LJ USERNAME: broken_lullaby 
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): AIM | suited badass, PLURK | stopwatched
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: N/A


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Player nickname:  Corie
Player LJ: broken_lullaby
Way to contact you: AIM/plurk/LJ pm to this or mun journal
Email: wickedxtwilight@gmail.com
AIM: suited badass
Other: plurk | stopwatched
Are you at least 15?: Y
Current Characters: None yet!

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 [He's in the Archives, putting stuff away, reading old reports and actually... y'know, working. Okay, so maybe he's sitting at his desk reading an old report from a failed attempt at rehabilitating zombies. Ianto takes a drink, cringing slightly when he realizes that his coffee has gone cold on him. He glances at his watch, realizing he'd been down here for a while now. Longer than he'd intended. The others will probably be wanting a fresh cup soon.

Feel free to ping him over comms, or come on down to talk to him. For anything.]

to be added later..

 [Yeeeeeep, it's a New Years open post! I'm gonna be postin with me muses and you can tag whoever you want to.] 

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