Torchwood -- Wardrobe Malfunction
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horizonssing Challenge: Day Five
Count the Ways prompt: Tie
Date Written: 7/13/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 390
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Up through Season 02
Warnings: Crack. I'm in a lulzy mood lately.
Author Notes: I'm playing catch-up, so you're getting a lot of fic today. All previoushorizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.
"Torchwood owes me a new tie, sir."
Jack turned to look at him in disbelief. "Ianto Jones. We are in the bowels of an enemy spaceship, with aliens that want to kill us on the other side of this cell door and a bomb headed down to Earth, and you are bitching about a tie?"
"This was one of my favorites," Ianto protested, waving the tattered end of his tie about.
Jack regarded the piece in Ianto's hand before looking at the frayed bit of pink still looped around Ianto's neck. It had been a noble sacrifice when they'd been hauled into the cell, the long claws of the alien slicing through the tie instead of Ianto's fragile skin. "Don't you think it was a little... pink?" he asked before turning around and flipping his Vortex Manipulator open again, pressing buttons. By now he was just pressing at random, hoping that something would work.
"My niece gave me this tie for my birthday," Ianto said, standing and tucking the torn end into his inside suit pocket.
"Oh?" Jack looked over his shoulder, glancing at the tie again. "Explains the Barbie pink."
"My father helped her make this tie by hand," Ianto growled, flipping the bench he'd been sitting on over and kicking at one of its legs. The metal gave after a few strategically-placed blows, and he set about knocking the other three off.
"I'll replace your fucking tie, okay?" Jack said in exasperation, heading over to the door and seeing if he could pick it normally. Bolt lock. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could do this with his fingernail if he tried hard enough. Honestly people, put a better lock on the holding cells before you start taking over planets.
"That's all I'm asking," the Welshman said, handing over a bench leg.
Jack gripped it in one hand, putting his foot up by the doorknob and judging how much force he'd have to use to break the door open and not break his leg. He took a step back before leaning in to pull Ianto into him, kissing him hard. "Don't you dare die."
"Same to you," Ianto repeated, grinning against his mouth. "We have to go tie shopping."
"Right then." Jack nipped at his lips one last time before pulling away. "Here we go."
horizonssing Challenge: Day FiveCount the Ways prompt: Tie
Date Written: 7/13/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 390
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Up through Season 02
Warnings: Crack. I'm in a lulzy mood lately.
Author Notes: I'm playing catch-up, so you're getting a lot of fic today. All previous
horizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.
"Torchwood owes me a new tie, sir."
Jack turned to look at him in disbelief. "Ianto Jones. We are in the bowels of an enemy spaceship, with aliens that want to kill us on the other side of this cell door and a bomb headed down to Earth, and you are bitching about a tie?"
"This was one of my favorites," Ianto protested, waving the tattered end of his tie about.
Jack regarded the piece in Ianto's hand before looking at the frayed bit of pink still looped around Ianto's neck. It had been a noble sacrifice when they'd been hauled into the cell, the long claws of the alien slicing through the tie instead of Ianto's fragile skin. "Don't you think it was a little... pink?" he asked before turning around and flipping his Vortex Manipulator open again, pressing buttons. By now he was just pressing at random, hoping that something would work.
"My niece gave me this tie for my birthday," Ianto said, standing and tucking the torn end into his inside suit pocket.
"Oh?" Jack looked over his shoulder, glancing at the tie again. "Explains the Barbie pink."
"My father helped her make this tie by hand," Ianto growled, flipping the bench he'd been sitting on over and kicking at one of its legs. The metal gave after a few strategically-placed blows, and he set about knocking the other three off.
"I'll replace your fucking tie, okay?" Jack said in exasperation, heading over to the door and seeing if he could pick it normally. Bolt lock. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could do this with his fingernail if he tried hard enough. Honestly people, put a better lock on the holding cells before you start taking over planets.
"That's all I'm asking," the Welshman said, handing over a bench leg.
Jack gripped it in one hand, putting his foot up by the doorknob and judging how much force he'd have to use to break the door open and not break his leg. He took a step back before leaning in to pull Ianto into him, kissing him hard. "Don't you dare die."
"Same to you," Ianto repeated, grinning against his mouth. "We have to go tie shopping."
"Right then." Jack nipped at his lips one last time before pulling away. "Here we go."
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