bluecastle | TW fic (short) Tea with Jam (Reply)

Title: Tea with Jam
Pairing(s)/ Characters: Suzie, Ianto
Warning(s): sarcasm hurts like a bitch.
Word Count: just above 200
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.
Summary: Suzie trains Ianto up right.

a/n: Just a little doodle that I wrote that amused me... so I thought I'd stick it out there for general hilarity. This pairing is making my brain hurt in good ways...

“Stop limiting yourself,” I told him one afternoon not long after he started. “Right now you’re just calling yourself a researcher. The information is out there to be found, and you have the skills to find it. Now get going.”

“Come on. Surely, outside of spy films, no one REALLY knows things like first pet’s names.”

“London, I could tell you the name of your first pet, your polytech locker combination, the brand name of your first bicycle … and … your school nickname. You don't want me to prove that assertion."

“There’s no way…”

He always needed to do things the hard way.

“Frank. What kind of name is that for a goldfish? 36-5-12, Raleigh, and …”

“Don’t say it!”

“Then get to work and find me some information I can use … Jammie.”

When we got back from retrieving an errant Traxian Transponder, the information I needed, and more, was sitting on my worktop underneath a small plate of Jammie Dodgers. Tucked under one of them was a note that read:

“Q.

Make sure you eat the evidence.

p.s. My goldfish was great pet. Until Frank sank."

Damn Jack's instincts. This one definitely has possibilities.