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likesthecoat) wrote2010-05-31 08:45 pm
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Ianto and Sam, Cardiff
The Hub is a bit dark, with the blue lights from the computers playing off the walls, and a soft glow from the greenhouse above the central area. Ianto flicks on a few more lights so they don't trip over the steps and their own feet, and calls, "It's just me, I brought a friend, we're going to look for things to fight demons!" in a tone that suggests he doesn't expect anyone to answer.
The others must have left for the day already, and Jack is probably on a roof somewhere.
"Let me get a notebook and we can get started," he tells Sam.
The others must have left for the day already, and Jack is probably on a roof somewhere.
"Let me get a notebook and we can get started," he tells Sam.
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"You're serious."
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"She's trained to only eat food covered with a special protein sauce. And chocolate. She likes chocolate."
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--seriously, a pterodactyl?--
--to give Ianto a rueful, sheepish look.
"... sorry. It's just..."
A beat.
"... a long story, kinda. Um, just, remind me to tell you about the time Dean and I went to help Ray Stantz out with an invasion of prehistoric creatures in New York?"
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"I have no idea who Ray Stantz is, but that sounds like a hell of a story. You're definitely telling me that.
"Come on, this way to her nest. You can give her the chocolate." He leads Sam up another set of stairs.
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He breaks off right there and stares at Ianto.
"-- wait, what?"
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Sam looks as though he doesn't know whether to laugh or run for his life, although laughter's got an edge.
"Ianto? Your job may just be crazier than mine."
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Ianto gets more supplies out of the cupboard, including a squeeze bottle of the barbecue sauce. The pterodactyl knows it's feeding time: she lands on the edge of the nest with a great swoop of wings, and makes little clicking noises as she edges her way closer to a feeding trough.
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He keeps one wary eye on the creature as it lands, but doesn't otherwise react.
Not overtly, anyway.
"... so I'm probably gonna be sorry I asked, but -- how'd you guys get a pterodactyl?"
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He presses a button and several large--food items, let's just leave it at that--tumble into the trough. "We have quite a few creatures to feed--automation is the only way to do it.
"So then Jack had a tranquilizer dart, so we ... tranquilized her, got her back here, and ... kept her." He's leaving out a great many parts of the story, but Sam doesn't need to know about fifty-first century pheromones.
He covers Myfanwy's food with a liberal dose of the barbecue sauce, and murmurs, "You're a good girl, yes, eat up," as she starts nosing her food.
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He eyes the pterodactyl again, then shakes his head and laughs.
"Dean's never gonna believe this."
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It gets a bit messy.
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Sam makes a slight face at the mess, but holds his ground.
"So this is part of what you do every day?"
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He looks at Sam. "I won't make you feed her the chocolate. BUt if you want to, you certainly may."
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"And have you think I'm chicken? No way, man. Tell me what to do."
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"Have you ever fed a horse lumps of sugar? It's sort of like that. Offer it, let her take it, and try not to flinch."
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Still, it can't be that hard, right?
Sam starts unwrapping the chocolate bar.
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Yes. Ianto is sometimes very evil.
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Dust couldn't be drier.
He crumples the wrapper up and shoves it in a pocket, then holds the chocolate bar in his left hand and eyes the pterodactyl.
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Sam takes a breath, then steps closer and holds out the chocolate.
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He keeps his eyes on the pterodactyl, though, even as he takes another step forward, bringing the chocolate closer.
"Uh, Myfanwy? ... sorry about, er, almost shooting you."
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Ianto is visibly trying not to laugh. It's a bad idea to startle a dinosaur.
(Probably also to startle a nervous Winchester.)
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Sam jerks back a little, and the chocolate bar snaps in two, leaving half in his hand and half in her beak.
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