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fictionalRach: You know what Jack and Ianto have never talked about...? The real Captain Jack.... I wonder if Tosh ever told him about that?
Kali: God, yeah. I don't even know how Ianto would respond. Or if there's anyway to respond that isn't terrible. I mean, from Ianto's perspective: a) wtf. you went back to the 1940s and FELL IN LOVE WITH YOURSELF?! sadness-jealousy, and b) so, you kissed that dude, and by doing so YOU KILLED HIM. Because I firmly believe that real!Jack was killed in "friendly" fire.
Rach:Yeah, I agree about real!Jack. Also I think Ianto would be like, "Wait, we've been together for months now, through all this awful shit and you're in love with him and not me and then you acted like THAT?"
And from there, it was but a hop, skip and a jump to the following conversation...
Jack: Who says I'm not in love with you?
Ianto: ...
Jack: Well?
Ianto: I suppose terrible things do happen to me all the time, which would fit the profile.
Jack: That's not very nice.
Ianto: True though.
Jack: And not my point.
Ianto: What's your point?
Jack: I can love more than one person at a time. And you, of all people, should be able to comprehend that.
Ianto: Who said I was in love with you?
Jack: Tosh.
Ianto: Who said you told the actual you that there was no one, so what's up with that?
Jack: Unless I've missed a critical piece of data, in 1945 you hadn't been born yet.
Ianto: If I looked 'sophistry' up in the dictionary, it would have a picture of you saying that. Except less with the seemingly plausible and more with the actually completely invalid reasoning.
Jack: Time traveler. Occupational hazard.
Ianto: Just for the sake of my morbid curiosity, does the speciousness of your arguments ever, you know, bother you?
Jack: Depends on if they work or not. How am I doing?
Ianto: Not too good.
Jack: You're a hard sell.
Ianto: Not out of the ordinary, I think you'll find. I'll get Gwen in here, shall I? You can try it out on her and see what happens.
Jack: [sighs] You know, the 20th century was a lot easier to deal with.
Ianto: My point exactly.
Jack: Come on, you like it when I'm the coward. Lets you be all manly at me.
Ianto: ...
Jack: Riiiight. You're all manly at me anyway. Except when you pout at me like that.
Ianto: You're a complete arse, Jack. You know that, right?
Jack: Look, what are we doing here?
Ianto: Arguing.
Jack: No. What. Are. We. Doing?
Ianto: Are you asking for my permission to act like you actually give a shit?
Jack: Yeah.
Ianto: And you're asking me?
Jack: Well, sure!
Ianto: You have the i.q. of a weevil.
Jack: Hey, weevils aren't dumb! They're just... out of their element.
Ianto: A developmentally disabled weevil that's been run over by a tractor.
Jack: Do you think that would affect their intelligence?
Ianto: Do not think I haven't noticed you trying to distract me from my original point, which is that you are a complete tosser.
Jack: [mournfully] And it was going so well.
Ianto: No, Jack. It really, really wasn't.
Jack: Okay, so what do I do to make it up to you?
Ianto: You mean, what do you have to do to get me to ever, ever have sex with you again.
Jack: Well, yeah, that too.
Ianto: Get the fuck over your little fling in 1945 and get back to me.
Jack: It wasn't a fling, we didn't even--
Ianto: I'm in awe.
Not at all part of IHNIIHBT, btw, just us being crack monkeys. =D
ETA: And Rach adds below: "Also for the edification of the masses -- one of us is not Jack and one of us is not Ianto, we just send little chunks of the discussion back and forth, so like the first 4 lines will be one person, the next ten the other, the next two, etc etc..."
Kali: God, yeah. I don't even know how Ianto would respond. Or if there's anyway to respond that isn't terrible. I mean, from Ianto's perspective: a) wtf. you went back to the 1940s and FELL IN LOVE WITH YOURSELF?! sadness-jealousy, and b) so, you kissed that dude, and by doing so YOU KILLED HIM. Because I firmly believe that real!Jack was killed in "friendly" fire.
Rach:Yeah, I agree about real!Jack. Also I think Ianto would be like, "Wait, we've been together for months now, through all this awful shit and you're in love with him and not me and then you acted like THAT?"
And from there, it was but a hop, skip and a jump to the following conversation...
Jack: Who says I'm not in love with you?
Ianto: ...
Jack: Well?
Ianto: I suppose terrible things do happen to me all the time, which would fit the profile.
Jack: That's not very nice.
Ianto: True though.
Jack: And not my point.
Ianto: What's your point?
Jack: I can love more than one person at a time. And you, of all people, should be able to comprehend that.
Ianto: Who said I was in love with you?
Jack: Tosh.
Ianto: Who said you told the actual you that there was no one, so what's up with that?
Jack: Unless I've missed a critical piece of data, in 1945 you hadn't been born yet.
Ianto: If I looked 'sophistry' up in the dictionary, it would have a picture of you saying that. Except less with the seemingly plausible and more with the actually completely invalid reasoning.
Jack: Time traveler. Occupational hazard.
Ianto: Just for the sake of my morbid curiosity, does the speciousness of your arguments ever, you know, bother you?
Jack: Depends on if they work or not. How am I doing?
Ianto: Not too good.
Jack: You're a hard sell.
Ianto: Not out of the ordinary, I think you'll find. I'll get Gwen in here, shall I? You can try it out on her and see what happens.
Jack: [sighs] You know, the 20th century was a lot easier to deal with.
Ianto: My point exactly.
Jack: Come on, you like it when I'm the coward. Lets you be all manly at me.
Ianto: ...
Jack: Riiiight. You're all manly at me anyway. Except when you pout at me like that.
Ianto: You're a complete arse, Jack. You know that, right?
Jack: Look, what are we doing here?
Ianto: Arguing.
Jack: No. What. Are. We. Doing?
Ianto: Are you asking for my permission to act like you actually give a shit?
Jack: Yeah.
Ianto: And you're asking me?
Jack: Well, sure!
Ianto: You have the i.q. of a weevil.
Jack: Hey, weevils aren't dumb! They're just... out of their element.
Ianto: A developmentally disabled weevil that's been run over by a tractor.
Jack: Do you think that would affect their intelligence?
Ianto: Do not think I haven't noticed you trying to distract me from my original point, which is that you are a complete tosser.
Jack: [mournfully] And it was going so well.
Ianto: No, Jack. It really, really wasn't.
Jack: Okay, so what do I do to make it up to you?
Ianto: You mean, what do you have to do to get me to ever, ever have sex with you again.
Jack: Well, yeah, that too.
Ianto: Get the fuck over your little fling in 1945 and get back to me.
Jack: It wasn't a fling, we didn't even--
Ianto: I'm in awe.
Not at all part of IHNIIHBT, btw, just us being crack monkeys. =D
ETA: And Rach adds below: "Also for the edification of the masses -- one of us is not Jack and one of us is not Ianto, we just send little chunks of the discussion back and forth, so like the first 4 lines will be one person, the next ten the other, the next two, etc etc..."
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Date: 2009-01-27 01:56 am (UTC)Because it's usually a while between postings of your (both of you) longer fic, if we had selections of these pieces to be going on with, it would be wonderful, and so entertaining.
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Date: 2009-01-27 02:59 am (UTC)