Torchwood Fic - Shapshifter in the Hub
Title: Shapeshifter in the Hub
Rating: G/PG?
Summary: Ianto should have gotten used to having a gun pointed at his face, he just wasn't expecting Jack to be the one holding it. Well... At least this time he didn't do anything wrong. Probably. Crack. Just, *shrug* crack.
Author's note: Unbeta'd. I have no idea where this came from, nor when I wrote it, but I thought I'd share.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, Ianto would be immortal (or as immortal as Jack) and Merlin and Arthur would visit the hub every Wednesday afternoon.
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Ianto should have gotten used to having a gun pointed at his face, he just wasn't expecting Jack to be the one holding it. Well... At least this time he didn't do anything wrong. Probably.
"Don't move." Jack growled, Webley pointed unwavering at Ianto's forehead. Ianto glanced around the room, hoping for some clue as to what's going on. Finding none, his gaze went back to Jack.
"Did I miss something?" No answer, though Ianto didn't really expect one considering the glares directed at him. Evil, hate-filled, burning glares.
"Where were you?" Owen finally snapped. Ianto noticed dazedly that Owen was pointing a gun at him too. He wondered if Owen would shoot him out of spite. Or as payback. Though Owen would be the one to have to remove the bullet from Ianto should he actually shoot. Unless whatever Ianto had supposedly done was worth getting killed for, though Ianto was still clueless as to whatever it was he had supposedly done.
Or at least was, until he looked at Tosh.
Ah. Now he knew.
"I was in the Tourist Office. Like I always am at this time." Ianto managed, somehow keeping his voice controlled and holding back the unmanly giggles. Because of course Ianto would never giggle. "This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that there's a shapeshifter in the Hub, would it?"
Probably not the best question to ask but... well...
His team mates were idiots.
"How did you know that?" Gwen asked suspiciously, also wielding a gun. Which was also pointed at his head.
"You do notice that Tosh is blue, right?"
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Rating: G/PG?
Summary: Ianto should have gotten used to having a gun pointed at his face, he just wasn't expecting Jack to be the one holding it. Well... At least this time he didn't do anything wrong. Probably. Crack. Just, *shrug* crack.
Author's note: Unbeta'd. I have no idea where this came from, nor when I wrote it, but I thought I'd share.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, Ianto would be immortal (or as immortal as Jack) and Merlin and Arthur would visit the hub every Wednesday afternoon.
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Ianto should have gotten used to having a gun pointed at his face, he just wasn't expecting Jack to be the one holding it. Well... At least this time he didn't do anything wrong. Probably.
"Don't move." Jack growled, Webley pointed unwavering at Ianto's forehead. Ianto glanced around the room, hoping for some clue as to what's going on. Finding none, his gaze went back to Jack.
"Did I miss something?" No answer, though Ianto didn't really expect one considering the glares directed at him. Evil, hate-filled, burning glares.
"Where were you?" Owen finally snapped. Ianto noticed dazedly that Owen was pointing a gun at him too. He wondered if Owen would shoot him out of spite. Or as payback. Though Owen would be the one to have to remove the bullet from Ianto should he actually shoot. Unless whatever Ianto had supposedly done was worth getting killed for, though Ianto was still clueless as to whatever it was he had supposedly done.
Or at least was, until he looked at Tosh.
Ah. Now he knew.
"I was in the Tourist Office. Like I always am at this time." Ianto managed, somehow keeping his voice controlled and holding back the unmanly giggles. Because of course Ianto would never giggle. "This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that there's a shapeshifter in the Hub, would it?"
Probably not the best question to ask but... well...
His team mates were idiots.
"How did you know that?" Gwen asked suspiciously, also wielding a gun. Which was also pointed at his head.
"You do notice that Tosh is blue, right?"
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Feedback = love, and gets cookies in return. *Nod, nod*