🐾 ChiVonne 🌈 · @AJumbledMind
25th Mar 2014 from TwitLonger
For @MyInDoorVoice. She asked for Ianto, Chandler, bumping into Wes. Possibly involving some snobbery about coffee vs tea.
=Staring @SometimesARebel, @TeaBoyIanto and @RogueDemonHntr, cameo by @Evel_Marie=
So here we have three fandoms. #WhiteChapel #Torchwood and #AngelTheSeries. Not quite happy how this turned but... but hey. I tried!
Again, not edited, mistakes mea culpa.
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He wasn't, perse, rude. At least that's what DI Chandler thought. But he wasn't used to his archivist arguing and certainly not this vehement. Unless it was about /his/ eating habits and getting enough sleep and free time.
Raising an eyebrow he pushes his hands in his pockets and for a moment watches the verbal tennis match. The subject was easy to stop. Tea versus Coffee. Trust Ianto to find a proper Englishman to have an argument about /that/ with.
As the argument gets more heated he steps up to the men and clears his throat. “Everything alright here?” He asks utmost polite.
Both men turn to him as if he's just interrupted the world most exciting Cricket match and how dare he. He watches them as they both physically give themselves a shake and then glance at each other like school boys caught smoking in the sports equipment shack.
It was a very unusual expression on either face, he had to admit.
“Ah, no sir. Just picking up an old argument,” Ianto Jones formerly of Torchwood 3, now employed as an archivist by the Whitechapel police, offers his boss a sheepish smile.
One word stands out for Joe Chandler and strikes him as odd. “Old?”
It's than that the British chap, owner of a pair of very piercing ice-blues, holds out his hand. “Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, DI Chandler, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm an old friend of Ianto's.”
There's that word again. Old. It wasn't that he thought Ianto didn't have a life before he ran into him at that coffee shop. He knows he did, he also knows it's a secretive one his archivist was slowly revealing one clue at the time.
It just sounded odd. And he wasn't jealous at all that one of /his/ few friends... had other friends. Strangely enough he didn't feel this protectiveness when it came to Miles or the rest of his team.
“Pleasure, sir. I uh....” He looks at Ianto, “wish I could say the same.” Who was this Wyndam-Pryce? One of that team Ianto used to work for back in Cardiff? Those that give him that devastated sad look on his face whenever they come up?
That's not the look he's wearing now. He's smiling, almost shyly, but definitely happy to see the man.
“It probably didn't come up,” Wyndam-Pryce explains. “I live in colonies now, you see. Los Angeles. I've just popped over for a visit with my wife to our cottage. She's over there,” he points to a beautiful brunette and Joe Chandler is not going to look into why he's suddenly so relieved.
“Anyway, I better get going. We're off to do some sightseeing,” he nods to DI Chandler before turning to Ianto and actually giving him what's known as a manhug. They really must know each other well. Or did once upon a time.
There was that protective streak again. Weird. No, he wasn't going to think about it. Just like he wasn't going to look down at the hand he kept wiping with his handkerchief.
“I'll write you soon, Ianto. Good to see you again, you must come visit us sometimes. I'm sure Evelyn will like you and your devil brew.” The latter was said with disdain and clear disapproval. “I'll send you over some tea so show you the error of your ways.”
Ianto laughs and bids goodbye to his old friend. Smile still on his face he turns to his boss and hands him a small bottle of hand sanitizer. “Here you go, sir. Now let's go get our coffee. Back at the station.”
Thankfully but out of sight he accepts the bottle and gratefully sanitizes his hand. And as he follows the man back to the precinct he realizes that his archivist probably knows him better than anyone else does, including Miles or his parents.
And he's okay with that.