So, I'm kinda sick this weekend, and so I said (to someone who was writing my other fic), "Humor me? I'm sick, and I need the therapy only Dr. Ianto can provide (erm, which bring to mind a very inappropriate analogy.)"
And then someone told me, "I've seen one of those bizarro-looking Victorian machines in a museum - looked like a sewing machine with a shower attachment. Poor old doctors getting hand cramp. "
Well, you can guess where this fic request is going now, can't you? Ianto, Jack, antiques. Extra points for using the following: The Amazing Agent Jones and His Contrabulous Fabtraption.
And, really, go ahead and take all the credit. I'm marginally embarrassed by the whole idea, actually. Why do I know this kind of stuff?