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My Friend Ewan ... 
26th-Mar-2008 01:14 pm
Amused, Chuckle
"Blog about a moment from our past, something that sticks with you, something you'd share with your team." - Prof. Harrow

Hmm. Something from our past that sticks with me, about you and me, that I would be willing to share with them. I'll tell you guys, the Professor and I go back. I was there when he first was brought to Torchwood. Although he himself may not know this, they brought him in in much the same way I was brought in many, many years earlier. But up until our meeting, I'd only worked as an agent for them in the field, never as a part of the team.

As it turns out, I got to be present the very first time Ewan was introduced to Torchwood House and the main body of the Torchwood Archives. It was like watching a kid on a Christmas where he unexpectedly got everything he ever wanted. Considering the last guy to take care of the archives was rather ... undead and had since been done away with by some nasty dematerializing aliens, I thought Ewan was a great choice for the assignment. But the whole place was in quite a state of disarray. Still, it was like a kid in a candy store. He walked around, discovering each thing like it was brand new with a sense of awe. And the house itself ... We spent a whole two hours as he went from room to room practically communing with it.

Secretly, I think one of the reasons he doesn't visit me more is that he's actually in love with the House. ;)

The reason I bring the whole instance up isn't just the fond memory of Ewan's first real enjoyment of working for Torchwood. It's because the moment he was done and shook himself out of it, he looked at me and said, in that emotionally drained voice he gets when it becomes all too much, "Jack, get me drunk. Now."

That? Was one of the best drinking nights I've ever had in my entire life. I think we were banned from six different pubs, two for drinking them practically dry and four for either starting massive brawls or getting dragged into massive brawls. Not to mention what came later ... Definitely one of the best nights of that decade for me. A great way to round off Ewan's first evening as the new head archivist of Torchwood Two - at that time, the only archivist of T2. How times have changed, eh, my friend?
27th-Mar-2008 03:10 pm (UTC)
Probably a good thing I wasn't shown the archives during my brief stint up in Scotland, collecting Izzie. You'd have lost me for good.
27th-Mar-2008 04:42 pm (UTC)
Och, you'd have emerged eventually, laddie. I think you and James would get along quite well, actually.
27th-Mar-2008 07:32 pm (UTC)
27th-Mar-2008 08:19 pm (UTC)
He's trying to lure you away with tales of the greater Torchwood Archives. ;)

No, really, you'd come out. After all, he keeps them in such a state of neatness now that even you'd approve. But you'd definitely like it. We should visit sometime.
27th-Mar-2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
No, I'm not trying to lure him away, Jack. You make me sound like a pervert with candy.

Ianto, I thought you'd enjoy a visit, is all. As for getting along with James, who is also now my EA, poor lad, you're both young, bright and keep an awful lot of Torchwood knowledge of your respective Archives in your heads. You might have a few things in common.
27th-Mar-2008 04:41 pm (UTC)
Ah. First day at the House. Nice choice, Jackie-boy. I remember it clearly, as I seem to remember most things.

I was communing with the House, poor neglected soul. Among other things, the previous chap hadn't known what to do with the spirits, either. Were you aware that I found records indicating that he'd tried to have them exorcised?

I was absolutely appalled.

Thank you, once more, for getting me drunk that night. I really needed it. As for the brawls? 'T'was nae my fault, as I recall. ;) As for what came later? Glad you didn't decide to share that piece of history.
27th-Mar-2008 08:23 pm (UTC)
I thought so.

I figured as much, the way you kept closing your eyes and murmuring to yourself. If I didn't know about your 'oddities' already by that point, I probably would've been a little weirded out. ;)

And I wasn't aware, no. That's unfortunate. He was undead, after all. Perhaps he felt the idea of discorporeal spirits an affront, as he was stuck in that moldy, rotting frame of his.

Hey, I'm always here to help, and I could tell. And who cares whose fault they were, they were fun, which is all that matters. As for after ... A gentleman never tells. As you should well know. Except to drinking buddies who don't know you. ;)
27th-Mar-2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
I'm odd. Just the way things are. :)

And being 'undead' would put anyone off, I'd think. Poor soul. Perhaps the spirits did disturb him, on some level.

And most brawls are fun. It's when they're battles that I don't enjoy them at all, at all.

I raise my glass to you, Jack.
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