Double Drabble: Official Business
Title: Official Business
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 831: Park at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto puts a police constable firmly in his place.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oi! You can’t park there!” the fresh-faced young police constable said, striding towards the SUV.
Jack, who was just getting out of the passenger side, opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t get a chance. Sliding from the driver’s seat, immaculately attired in his spotless three-piece suit, Ianto drew himself up to his full height, a shade over six feet, and despite only being perhaps an inch taller than the hapless PC, somehow contrived to loom over him.
“Excuse me? We’re here on official business. Exactly where do you suggest we park other than here?” There literally wasn’t anywhere else within a hundred yards of the crime scene.
“There’s a car park a few blocks that way,” the constable said, still attempting to get the upper hand. “You can park there.”
“And why would we want to do that when our presence here was urgently requested by your superior not fifteen minutes ago? Are you going to be the one to explain to DI Swanson why our arrival was delayed after she expressly asked us to get here as soon as possible? Do you even know who we are?”
The PC swallowed hard. “Sorry, Sirs. Go right on through.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 831: Park at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto puts a police constable firmly in his place.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oi! You can’t park there!” the fresh-faced young police constable said, striding towards the SUV.
Jack, who was just getting out of the passenger side, opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t get a chance. Sliding from the driver’s seat, immaculately attired in his spotless three-piece suit, Ianto drew himself up to his full height, a shade over six feet, and despite only being perhaps an inch taller than the hapless PC, somehow contrived to loom over him.
“Excuse me? We’re here on official business. Exactly where do you suggest we park other than here?” There literally wasn’t anywhere else within a hundred yards of the crime scene.
“There’s a car park a few blocks that way,” the constable said, still attempting to get the upper hand. “You can park there.”
“And why would we want to do that when our presence here was urgently requested by your superior not fifteen minutes ago? Are you going to be the one to explain to DI Swanson why our arrival was delayed after she expressly asked us to get here as soon as possible? Do you even know who we are?”
The PC swallowed hard. “Sorry, Sirs. Go right on through.”
The End