Title:  Frosty
By: boho-beata
Rating:  FRT
Fandom:  Torchwood
Pairing:  Jack/Ianto
Summary:  There's an edible snowman named Frosty, Ianto's on the naughty list, and Jack is a savage.
Disclaimer:  As soon I find out I'm part British, I'll own this show.

Warning:  first time Torchwood writer :P

"Ianto, what the hell are you holding?" Jack asked, staring at the odd holiday decoration the other man was holding.

"It's Frosty, sir," Ianto answered, extending his arm so Jack could have a better view.

"The Edible Snowman?" In all his years, Jack had never seen this.. contraption.

"...well, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Well, it's not suppo-- SIR!" Ianto shrieked as Jack took a picture of Frosty's Twizzler scarf. "Do you know how old this snowman is?! I've had him since I was a child! Do you know how many people have touched him?! You're bound to have a strain of undiscovered bacteria in you now... and you just ate my Frosty."

"Tasty," Jack shrugged and snatched the snowman, taking a bite of Frosty's Rice Krispies body.

Ianto looked at him with disgust. "Sir, this is... inhumane. You're eating my childhood memories."

"Call me sir again and Frosty'll be decapitated."

"Si-- Jack, can you give me my snowman back so I can go back to decorating the Hub?"

"Ha, as if Frosty would have lasted a day here. Owen would have eaten him the second he laid eyes on this.. magnificent piece of edible art."

Ianto let out a quiet sigh and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Give him back, please."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I want him in my office."

"Why?"

"Just incase I want a snack."

"That's it, give it back."

"No."

"Jack, give it back."

"Oh, rhyming, cute."

"Jack."

"Ianto."

"JACK GIVE ME BACK MY FROSTY."

"Oi, Ianto, shut it, some of us are still sleeping," Owen muttered, sticking his head in Jack's office for a second, then leaving.

"Aw, you're upsetting the other children, Ianto. Go back and play with them."

"Not without my Frosty."

"You're being a spoiled brat now, Yan. Tsk tsk."

Ianto had to fight the urge to stamp his feet and whine.

"Now, be a good boy for the rest of the day and maybe you'll get Frosty back... later."

"From who? Santa?" Ianto muttered under his breath as he turned on his heel to leave.

"No, from me. Santa has a... more pleasurable gift for you."

Ianto could hear the smirk in Jack's voice, but he couldn't resist commenting on the statement. "But I don't think I've been too nice this year."

"Whoever said Santa thought you were?"

And now Ianto had a smirk of his own. "Should I get that Santa hat out, sir?"

"Of course."

Ianto turned again to leave and his back was immediately hit with a hard object that when Ianto looked down, discovered it to be his Frosty... with half a scarf, a bitten body, and a missing eye.

"You're a savage, Jack."

"You love it."

"But I'm afraid Frosty doesn't and well, you know, if he doesn't want me to be nice, I'll listen."

"One, it's creepy that you talk to the snowman; two, I like you naughty anyway."

"Oh, I know," Ianto smirked slightly and finally left Jack's office.

Christmas would be good this year... even though his Frosty had been deformed.