Janto One-Shots

3. Christmas in Cardiff

(A short one shot for the holidays! Happy Christmas to you all! -DCAD)

An alien, rampaging reindeer was about the worst of the Torchwood team's problems currently.
The creature happened to be average intelligent, so when Ianto had leapt onto its back as the best attempt yet to subdue it, it darted off with the man still on it, hanging on for dear life.
Now, Jack and the remainder of the group watched the six legged reindeer gallop down a street, with Ianto righting himself into a riding position on the mammal.
"Tosh! I need you to pull up Ianto's GPS location in current time." Jack called to the technological genius.
"On it!"
"Owen, any chance of identifying the species?"
The doctor shook his head.
"Nothing that we've ever seen, but it's from the Kasterborous Constellation based on its colours and DNA structure, which resembles the inhabitants."
"Two hearts I imagine?" Jack asked.
"Uh-Yeah, actually, how'd you know?" Owen replied back, surprised.
"I had a friend from the area a while back."
"Jack! I've locked on to Ianto, he's been stationary at Cardiff Bay for the past few moments." Tosh reported.
"How the hell did tea-boy get over there so fast?" Owen muttered under his breath.
Gwen was behind the wheel of the SUV already and sped off as soon as everyone was in the vehicle, sparing Ianto.

They reached the bay and all stumbled out of the SUV, beginning the frantic search for the reindeer.
"There!" Gwen pointed to the tourist shack, where the animal now lay on top of somebody.
"Is that Ianto?" Tosh whispered as they drew nearer to the creature, trying not to startle it with sudden moves.
The person underneath it groaned and let out a string of Welsh curses Gwen snorted at.
"Yup, it's Ianto." She snickered.
"Guys? Is that you?" A muffled voice call out.
"Bloody hell, Ianto. How'd you end up like this?" Owen asked in an amused tone.
"I think she likes me or something." A reply came.
The reindeer proceeded to lick the man's face, almost as a response to the conversation.
"Ah! God, now my suit is officially ruined." Ianto growled and lightly pushed the creature in an attempt to get it off of him.
Owen pulled out his mobile, then began recording the situation with a smirk as the others tranquilized the reindeer and proceeded to get it into the Hub.

Owen had shared the video with everyone, including Ianto, of the archivist's escape from under the creature.
Ianto, however, retaliated in the best and worst way possible.
Christmas Eve, everyone got to work late, everyone except for Ianto.
He'd made the best barricade around the tourist shop and invisible lift.
Nine snowmen lined the shop and five surrounded the invisible lift. But something was off.
These snowmen had Roman candles as arms instead of sticks.
The other four Torchwood employees were met by the shop ones first.
Ianto stood behind his army with a playful smirk, then when the team was in range, pressed a button which ignited all of the fireworks.
Tosh, Owen, Gwen, and Jack were rained down upon by little balls of constant, non-stop fire.
The women shrieked, Owen, who was getting the worst of it, cursed, and Jack joined the women in shrieking. Ianto let out a evil chuckle as his team mates were assaulted by the Roman candles.
They tried to get to the lift but were met with a small group of armed snowmen there too.
When the snowmen finally ran out of ammo the team cautiously made their way into the shack, and were met by a grinning Ianto with a camera phone.
"I do believe the Internet loves these nowadays." He said coyly, with a proud smirk.
Owen growled as he made his way into the Hub, annoyed by Ianto's revenge plan and that his new coat was singed.
"Happy Christmas everyone!" Ianto called to the toasted and tired team.