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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 0:16:18 GMT -5
It was a week later after Ianto met Sarah Jane. The eye candy got Sarah Jane’s number from Gwen. He was alone, he double checked to see if Jack was not around. He looked the CCTVs and Jack’s office. Ianto had ideas that Jack spied on him because Ianto spied on Jack too.
Opening his mobile phone, he dialed Sarah Jane’s number. He was waiting for her to answer her phone. Ianto was nervous because he wanted to surprise Jack with something and he had nobody to turn. He did not bother ask Gwen or Toshiko because neither them had what he wanted. Owen was closer but he did not want to go there with Owen. He could seek workshop in Cardiff, but he wasn’t sure on that. He had decided to call Sarah Jane.
So he heard her phone ring on his end. She could be too busy. He was calling from his phone and not Torchwood. His number could be unlisted and she won’t answer. That too would be okay. Maybe this idea for Jack was not a good idea but it was something a bit sinister of Ianto to get Jack back on the measure tape.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 14:14:11 GMT -5
Sarah Jane is taking a break from investigating. She is up in her attic under cool autumn light from a cloud whitened sky. Early Autumn, when the sun still shown hard behind the clouds.
Muffin in one hand, pen in the other, and tea steaming silently beside her, she is doing the New York Times crossword to relax.
Mr.Smith started playing Lady Gaga's Oh La La, Torchwood's ringtone.
"It's Master Ianto, Sarah Jane." Sarah Jane had quite the sophisticated caller ID.
"Put him through." She said, putting down her muffin and her pen, sitting back t see the changing leaves through the skylight.
"Hello, this is Sarah Jane." She said, slight smile in her voice, not having expected a call from the shy man.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 17:04:06 GMT -5
Oh Hello, Sarah Jane it’s Ianto Jones, he said slowly into his phone. Looking around the hub to be sure he was alone. He looked above him and around to double check. Sarah… he whispered as he was pacing back and forth because this was going beyond. He had a plan and he needed to do it quietly as he can. Please tell me you know how to knit? his tone was higher than his regular business. It was hot. The eye candy was sweating and he wasn’t sure why this was driving him crazy. It was the absolutely plan of the year. And Sarah Jane was the only person who can help him with this knitting situation.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 18:13:25 GMT -5
She laughed, low and musical, delighted. Her brain went six ways from Sunday trying to imagine how reality could come to this moment when Ianto had to ask her off all people if she could do such a simple thing. She leaned back farther in her chair, putting her feet up on the little cozy and taking a delighted sip of tea.
"As a matter of fact, I knitting is a hobby of mine. Parochial school and all that, now I do it to soothe my mind. Why do you ask, Ianto?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 18:56:17 GMT -5
The candy eye rolled his eyes as he heard Sarah Jane laugh on the other end of the line. Turning, he looked up at Jack’s office. Smiling to himself he was going to do it and get Jack back.
"As a matter of fact, I knitting is a hobby of mine. Parochial school and all that, now I do it to soothe my mind. Why do you ask, Ianto?" Good, he was relief to hear it. He had other ways to find someone. He cradled the phone close to his face and his eyes were alert looking for a sign of the team. I need to learn to knit…something…for Jack. He was not going to contact his family. He jump in a rift to avoid them.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 19:16:13 GMT -5
Sarah Jane could practically hear him blushing through the phone. She contained her laughter. The young man was obviously serious.
"Ianto, I would be happy to have you over and teach you how to knit. I'll get you started. I'm certain you're resourceful enough to find your own yarn you would like, but I will have a set of needles for you. I can't imagine what sort of yarn you would like. How does that sound, tomorrow for high tea?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 19:35:25 GMT -5
He did attempt to learn to knit by a video he found on Youtube (Copyrights to company) and he had a failed. I have the yarn. Yellow and black, he replied. Placing his hand on the post for support, he was feeling less nervous. You can’t tell anybody, especially Gwen, he warned her.
Looking up, Ianto was calculating what are the plans are for the next day. He had things to do. He was not sure what the team was doing. The eye candy had all the excuses to leave Torchwood. He had a little life outside of Torchwood.
Nodding his head, Ianto stood up. Yes, high noon tea will be good. You want me bring supplies?
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 19:43:36 GMT -5
Sarah Jane was under the impression that Owen made a pretty penny at his job. Jack was no pauper either.
"A fine wine always helps, and something multiple and tiny with lots of calories. It also wouldn't hurt to bring some sketches or a picture of what you'd like to knit. Bring a pattern if you have one, or at least some measurements if you don't, alright Ianto?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 20:01:19 GMT -5
A fine wine always helps, and something multiple and tiny with lots of calories. Ianto nodded his head. I can do that, he replied. It also wouldn't hurt to bring some sketches or a picture of what you'd like to knit. Bring a pattern if you have one, or at least some measurements if you don't, alright Ianto He blushed, he made a small noise as he had the design in his head. It was simple. The design was in his pocket. “I…I don’t think I need a diagram, he was smiling. He did not want to go into much details. I know the shape and size to the tee
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 20:21:13 GMT -5
"You know Ianto, sometimes it's hard to remember the size of something by eye. It really is best to just lay it out on some paper and trace around it. It really does get the best fit. Bring in a tracing if you can get your hands on one, and we can transfer it right to the pattern. I have the formula for how many pearls to the centimeter. Could you do that?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 20:35:06 GMT -5
He was shock what Sarah Jane said on the phone and he was like aghast. He had a look of a little boy who got caught red handed. Did she know? Was it that obvious?
Ahem. No, he replied. He coughed because he sounded nervous. I could never forget the look the size He sounded he was in a dream when he said that. And to get a measure of it will had to be out of the question. No, Jack would find that sexy. He would get all goofy and play and toy with Ianto. It was best to be done this way.
See you tomorrow, Sarah Jane, he said quickly hanging up the phone. She knows. She must know. He was nervous. He was shaking. Checking the computers will keep his mind occupied but he was dreaming on Jack's response on this gift Ianto making for his lover
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 21:15:47 GMT -5
 In the morning she greets him at the door wearing her best Sunday pink. The tea is on. The good stuff. French press, three types. Fruit salad. Today looked like it might be a good day where nobody died. Just a little tea with Jack's young buck. She liked his demeanor quite a bit, and he was easy on the eyes. She opened the door. Yes, he was easy on the eyes. "Hello Ianto. On time to perfection, I see. come in, sit down." It was a fine and cozy room that was thick with the scent of good tea. There was a firm couch and chair to choose from. Two knitting baskets sit on the floor beside the table. |
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 21:47:42 GMT -5
It was a good three hour drive from the HUB to Sarah Jane’s home. Every inch and mile was worth the yarn he had in the bag. He got more nervous as he got closer to Sarah Jane’s house. He was feeling unsure and shameful.
Parking the car on the side of the street, Ianto took a moment to relax. Grabbing the bag, Ianto got out of his car and walked to Sarah Jane’s door. He quickly rang the doorbell.
It was a nice day and a good, quiet and clean neighborhood. Standing with a warm smile, Ianto was seeing an energetic lively woman. Hello Ianto. On time to perfection, I see. come in, sit down, Handing her the bag, Hello Sarah Jane. Aged red wine, 1920s, he said, stepping inside her home. It was clean, organized and very homey. Nice. he said as he walked across the room. It was he who was used to serve. Need help? he asked, he was clutching a white plastic bag in his right hand.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 21:56:53 GMT -5
"You went all out on the wine, thank you. You know, Ianto, I've had a busy morning." An hour and a half ago, she'd been covered in green goo and soot. "If you wouldn't mind serving, there is a tray and everything is ready in the kitchen. I wouldn't mind sitting down. Her ankle hurt just a bit, but she didn't bother to limp. It was just a tiny twist and she'd decided to wear the pumps anyway in Ianto's genteel honor.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 17, 2011 22:11:32 GMT -5
"You went all out on the wine, thank you. You know, Ianto, I've had a busy morning. If you wouldn't mind serving, there is a tray and everything is ready in the kitchen. I wouldn't mind sitting down, she said. Ianto did noticed she did had a limp. He did not pry on it yet. It would make a great escape route if this afternoon tea had gone south. He did take his plastic bag with him the kitchen.
Making tea and quickly adapting to her clean kitchen, Ianto came out with pickle sandwiches and tea. Tea and pickle sandwiches, he sat the tray down on the small table. How would you like your tea? Cutting it short, Ianto mothered the tea. He sat down, being quiet and stiff and saying not one word. The quietness did not bother him one bit.
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