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Chapter one: The wonders of Coffee
Jack came back to life to the sound of the rift monitor going off. Owen snarled.
"Great. Now he's just going to get killed all over again."
Although he liked to portray an air of indifference and sarcasm, the team knew that Owen wasn't really that shallow. Tosh and Ianto started reading out various computer readings, whilst Gwen readied the SUV, and Owen readied Jack.
"Get your arse out of bed, there was just a massive rift spike. You can't laze around all day."
Within seconds Jack was up and armed with a lethal looking laser and a trademark grin. The only evidence as to what he had just gone through was a nasty looking burn to one of his many identical blue shirts.
"Argh! This was my favourite shirt!"
Jack's grin faltered. Ianto rolled his eyes.
"We'll sort it out later..."
"Erm... guys? Yeah... major rift spike above the hub? Ringing any bells? No?"
Jack reluctantly followed Owen to the lift, whilst the others sprinted to the tourist office entrance. The sight that greeted them when they arrived on the plass was enough to leave Jack's gorgeous jaw line stretched to full capacity. The ever calm Ianto decided to take over proceedings.
"Hello there! We can help you out and provide you with some food and drinks, if you would like to follow me? I'm sure we can explain what must have been a rather traumatic experi..."
Ianto was silenced by a gleaming sword being held to his outstretched hand. It's wielder looked dubious.
"Follow you to some secret hideout where you will hold me to ransom or kill me? Unlikely." The handsome blonde laughed haughtily. "Now I demand you tell me, sorcerer, where the hell are we?"
During his speech the sword has come to rest rather too comfortably on Ianto's shoulder, whilst the man's eyes rested swung alertly from one team member to another.
Unperturbed, Ianto continued.
"We are currently in Cardiff, Wales. Now, if you wouldn't mind lowering your sword? I am completely unarmed... but my colleagues here are armed and trained to use their weapons. Shall we start at the beginning? At least humour us."
The man lowered his sword about half an inch.
"My name is Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, son of King Uther. If you or your... colleagues...are sorcerers, I shall kill you immediately."
Arthur gestured to a scrawny raven- haired boy standing to his left.
"That's Merlin."
To say that Gwen or Tosh looked surprised was an understatement. Ianto managed to mouth "Merlin?", and Jack was forced to stand in.
"Ah Prince Arthur, of course." A suggestive wink followed. "And Merlin. Fantastic! If you would follow us. I can assure you that we are no sorcerers. We can provide you with food and lodgings until we can find out what's going on."
After this massive speech, Arthur seemed more relaxed. Merlin however, seemed far more wary. Nonetheless, both men followed the team to the Tourist Office.
Once inside, Ianto made everyone a cup of coffee. Strong and black for Arthur, Jack and himself (the only way coffee should ever be drunk); iced coffees for Gwen and Tosh (it was Summer after all, Ianto mused, albeit one in Cardiff); Decaff for Owen (for his contstant use of the nickname "tea- boy") and a frothy cappuccino with whipped cream, grated chocolate, marshmallows and every powdered topping he could find, for Merlin.
Ianto could smply tell what beverage anyone needed at any given time. Hell, he'd even made Tosh some tea once!
In the conference room, Jack decided to placate the medieval visitors with their coffees and some pastries from the patisserie opposite, before trying to explain. Whilst Arthur looked dubious and ill at ease, Merlin had thwarted all inhibitions and was tucking into his third jam tart sporting a milk- froth moustache peppered with cocoa.
Sighing, evidently content, Merlin leaned back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and watched Arthur sip his beverage, and norrow his eyes. "What is this stuff? Its…"
"Its delicious! Creamy and frothy, scrumptiously yumsomely scrummy and… and… and its making me even more hyperactive than normal!" This bubbled from Merlin's mouth at full throttle.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh Gods. Just what we need."
Ianto smirked. "The wonders of coffee. Now, shall we begin?"
Oooh. I know 'tis short, but methinks it's a good place to end the chapter :P I'm notoriously bad at updating… but I'll try… (I am in the middle of my GCSEs at the moment so please forgive me .)
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