Double Drabble: Ripe For Picking
Title: Ripe For Picking
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 540: Theft at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto catches Jack doing something he shouldn’t.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Abandoning the washing up, Ianto dashed out into his back garden.
“Jack! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Picking apples; what does it look like I’m doing?” Jack gazed innocently down at his lover from his perch at the top of the stepladder. “I thought I’d make us an apple pie for dessert.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Why not? I’m sure these are cooking apples, and I know how much you love my baking.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Ianto hissed, hoping against hope that nobody would hear. “That isn’t my tree, it belongs to my neighbours!”
“So?”
“So it’s theft!”
“Why? The branches are hanging over into your garden, and there’s no way your neighbours can reach the apples on them without coming round here. If they’re left they’ll just end up falling to the ground and going to waste.”
“That’s not the point!” Ianto was getting exasperated; Jack could be so pigheaded!
“Then what is the point, exactly?” Jack huffed. “I thought you’d like a homemade apple pie.”
“Of course I would, but you can’t just go around taking someone else’s apples without permission!”
“I’m not! I asked first; your neighbours said to help myself.”
“Oh.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 540: Theft at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto catches Jack doing something he shouldn’t.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Abandoning the washing up, Ianto dashed out into his back garden.
“Jack! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Picking apples; what does it look like I’m doing?” Jack gazed innocently down at his lover from his perch at the top of the stepladder. “I thought I’d make us an apple pie for dessert.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Why not? I’m sure these are cooking apples, and I know how much you love my baking.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Ianto hissed, hoping against hope that nobody would hear. “That isn’t my tree, it belongs to my neighbours!”
“So?”
“So it’s theft!”
“Why? The branches are hanging over into your garden, and there’s no way your neighbours can reach the apples on them without coming round here. If they’re left they’ll just end up falling to the ground and going to waste.”
“That’s not the point!” Ianto was getting exasperated; Jack could be so pigheaded!
“Then what is the point, exactly?” Jack huffed. “I thought you’d like a homemade apple pie.”
“Of course I would, but you can’t just go around taking someone else’s apples without permission!”
“I’m not! I asked first; your neighbours said to help myself.”
“Oh.”
The End