Ficlet: Too Fast
Title: Too Fast
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack seems incapable of driving at a sensible speed.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 272: Fast at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Jack is immortal, he’s literally going to live forever. That being the case, it baffles Ianto why he’s always in such a mad rush to get wherever he’s going. Naturally, in their line of work there are many occasions when reaching their destination in the fastest possible time is imperative. If the Rift drops something potentially lethal somewhere in the city, if there are rogue Weevils on the rampage, or if hostile aliens are staging an invasion attempt, then the Torchwood Team needs to deal with the problem as quickly as possible, but the rest of the time?
“Speed limits exist for a reason, Jack.” Ianto braces his feet against the floor and grips the edge of the seat with one hand as the SUV rocks around a tight corner, practically on two wheels.
“I know,” Jack replies. “Road safety.”
“So why are you ignoring the signs? Residential areas are thirty miles per hour and you’re doing sixty-five.”
“We’re in a hurry!”
“No we’re not, we’re just going to pick up the dry-cleaning; this is not an emergency situation. It’s the middle of the day and the cleaner never closes for lunch, so we’ve got plenty of time.”
“They’ve got my coat! I want it back.” If anything, Jack’s foot presses even harder on the accelerator, and he swerves his way across an intersection with the SUV’s blue lights flashing their warning to other drivers.
“You make it sound like they’re holding your coat hostage! It needed a good clean to get the smell out of it after yesterday’s encounter with that Grybb. Who knew they could spit so far?”
“I don’t feel right without it!”
“I understand that, but it doesn’t justify you putting innocent lives in danger. What if a kid or an animal were to run into the street?”
“They’ll have to get out of the way. I’ve got the lights and siren going.” Jack spins the wheel, hurling the SUV down the next street.
“Which is probably against the law for a non-emergency.”
“Are you going to report me?” Jack glances at his lover, making Ianto grit his teeth.
“Eyes on the road, Jack! And no, I’m not reporting you, unless you run someone over, in which case I won’t have a choice. I was just hoping to shame you into slowing down. Foolish of me, I know; you only have two speeds: fast and faster.”
“You know me so well.”
“Times like this, I wish I didn’t.” Ianto closes his eyes tightly and crosses his fingers for luck as Jack runs a red light.
“You don’t mean that.” There’s such confidence in Jack’s tone that Ianto opens his eyes again just so he can glare daggers at his lover.
“Don’t be so sure.” Something abruptly occurs to him. “It’s the coffee, isn’t it? You drink so much of it you’re on a permanent caffeine high! No wonder you can’t slow down. Maybe I should start serving you decaf.”
“Please don’t!” Jack brakes. “I’ll be good!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack seems incapable of driving at a sensible speed.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 272: Fast at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Jack is immortal, he’s literally going to live forever. That being the case, it baffles Ianto why he’s always in such a mad rush to get wherever he’s going. Naturally, in their line of work there are many occasions when reaching their destination in the fastest possible time is imperative. If the Rift drops something potentially lethal somewhere in the city, if there are rogue Weevils on the rampage, or if hostile aliens are staging an invasion attempt, then the Torchwood Team needs to deal with the problem as quickly as possible, but the rest of the time?
“Speed limits exist for a reason, Jack.” Ianto braces his feet against the floor and grips the edge of the seat with one hand as the SUV rocks around a tight corner, practically on two wheels.
“I know,” Jack replies. “Road safety.”
“So why are you ignoring the signs? Residential areas are thirty miles per hour and you’re doing sixty-five.”
“We’re in a hurry!”
“No we’re not, we’re just going to pick up the dry-cleaning; this is not an emergency situation. It’s the middle of the day and the cleaner never closes for lunch, so we’ve got plenty of time.”
“They’ve got my coat! I want it back.” If anything, Jack’s foot presses even harder on the accelerator, and he swerves his way across an intersection with the SUV’s blue lights flashing their warning to other drivers.
“You make it sound like they’re holding your coat hostage! It needed a good clean to get the smell out of it after yesterday’s encounter with that Grybb. Who knew they could spit so far?”
“I don’t feel right without it!”
“I understand that, but it doesn’t justify you putting innocent lives in danger. What if a kid or an animal were to run into the street?”
“They’ll have to get out of the way. I’ve got the lights and siren going.” Jack spins the wheel, hurling the SUV down the next street.
“Which is probably against the law for a non-emergency.”
“Are you going to report me?” Jack glances at his lover, making Ianto grit his teeth.
“Eyes on the road, Jack! And no, I’m not reporting you, unless you run someone over, in which case I won’t have a choice. I was just hoping to shame you into slowing down. Foolish of me, I know; you only have two speeds: fast and faster.”
“You know me so well.”
“Times like this, I wish I didn’t.” Ianto closes his eyes tightly and crosses his fingers for luck as Jack runs a red light.
“You don’t mean that.” There’s such confidence in Jack’s tone that Ianto opens his eyes again just so he can glare daggers at his lover.
“Don’t be so sure.” Something abruptly occurs to him. “It’s the coffee, isn’t it? You drink so much of it you’re on a permanent caffeine high! No wonder you can’t slow down. Maybe I should start serving you decaf.”
“Please don’t!” Jack brakes. “I’ll be good!”
The End