Ianto's Mohawk

by aceinspace [Reviews - 1]

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  • All Ages
  • None
  • Humor, Slash

“Good morning, team!” Ianto strode down the stairs to the main level of the hub.

“Morning,” rang Tosh, not bothering to look up from her console.

“Ianto.” Owen was busy with something medical-y in the morgue.

“Good lord, Ianto, what have you done with your hair?” Gwen had spun on the spot, quizzical.

Ianto just smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Ah, Ianto, beautiful!” Jack had turned and billowed out of his office.

“Thank you, sir.” Ianto was still smiling.

“What, Ianto, did you lose a bet?” It was Owen, joining the living walking out from the morgue.

“As a matter of fact, he did,” proclaimed Jack, rather matter-of-factly.

“And it is growing on me, you know. And the, uh, activity, involved in the bet was quite- pleasurable,” he held up a tarnished antique stopwatch, “so I’d say I got the better end of the deal,” he finished quite quickly, now beginning to blush. Tosh smirked and turned back to her computer. Owen made a low wolf whistle.

“Ok, gang, back to work!”

As Gwen turned back to her computer she smiled to herself. Their relationship was sweet, she thought, and she was glad to see Jack showing some compassion or at least emotion. She thought of Rhys. It was lovely to see another relationship survive among all this.