Torchwood -- Loose Lips Sink Ships
Title: Loose Lips Sink Ships
horizonssing Challenge: Day Twenty-Six
Count the Ways prompt: UNIT berets
Date Written: 7/31/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 535
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Martha (mentioned)
Spoilers: Torchwood 02, DW 04
Warnings: Boys kissing
Author's Notes: FINALLY! I have been waiting for this prompt!
"I met a soldier in a bar."
"When was this?"
"Long story."
Soldier bars are the best bars to go to, in Jack's opinion. Lots of soldiers unwinding after a long day, laughing and having a pint or three. Jack can sit in the corner nursing his glass of water, watching the young men and women get progressively pissed then select one or two and milk them for information as he continues to feed them the poison of their choosing.
It's how he found out about Project Indigo, one of the soldiers complaining about having to be transfered to New York. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched a group of men at the bar. Loose lips sink ships. And UNIT thought that Martha Jones was a weak point because she was buddy-buddy with Jack Harkness, the infamous head of Torchwood Three.
Most of the people in the bar were in uniform, either black fatigues or crisp dress uniforms intertwining in the mass among the loud music and cigarette smoke.
There was one that stood out -- Jack's mark for the night. A young man sitting at the bar, back to the Captain, dressed in 'urban warfare' camouflage, gray and black and white slapdash splotches covering his clothing, making the red in his UNIT cap stand out even more. Special Ops, Jack was willing to bet. He'd be full of all sorts of classified information.
He lifted himself from the table, grinning when a group rushed to grab the empty seats and made his way over to the bar. "Hey there, Soldier Boy," Jack said, all smoothness and confidence as he sat in the seat next to him. "Care for a drink?"
"Got plenty already, sir." The Welsh voice was unmistakable, and he was stunned silent when Ianto Jones turned and handed over one of the two glasses of brandy in front of him. "How about I buy you one?"
"Why -- How -- ?" He ran his eyes over the snug-fitting uniform. He'd never seen that in his closet before!
That little secret smirk tugged at Ianto's mouth. "Captain Harkness at a loss for words, I'm flattered."
"Oh, you little tease," Jack said, leaning in to press his mouth against the corner of Ianto's. "The uniform?"
"Torchwood One Special Ops," Ianto explained. The surprise must have shown on Jack's face because the Welshman sighed. "You never did read my CV."
"Did so -- you were an archivist."
"Archives was a demotion, I screwed up during a field assignment," Ianto explained, sipping his brandy. "Turns out I was better at that than I was at Specials."
"And the UNIT cap?" Jack asked, reaching up to adjust it a little.
"A little nightingale told me you might enjoy it." The little smirk was back and Jack laughed.
The Captain knocked back his brandy before standing and offering his hand to Ianto. "Well, soldier, care to show me your barracks?"
"I bet you ask that of all the pretty soldier boys," Ianto replied, letting Jack pull him up and kissing him softly.
"Nah, just to you." Jack smiled and kissed him back before putting a hand on his lower back. "Now, quick march."
"Sir, yes sir!"
horizonssing Challenge: Day Twenty-Six
Count the Ways prompt: UNIT berets
Date Written: 7/31/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 535
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Martha (mentioned)
Spoilers: Torchwood 02, DW 04
Warnings: Boys kissing
Author's Notes: FINALLY! I have been waiting for this prompt!
"I met a soldier in a bar."
"When was this?"
"Long story."
Soldier bars are the best bars to go to, in Jack's opinion. Lots of soldiers unwinding after a long day, laughing and having a pint or three. Jack can sit in the corner nursing his glass of water, watching the young men and women get progressively pissed then select one or two and milk them for information as he continues to feed them the poison of their choosing.
It's how he found out about Project Indigo, one of the soldiers complaining about having to be transfered to New York. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched a group of men at the bar. Loose lips sink ships. And UNIT thought that Martha Jones was a weak point because she was buddy-buddy with Jack Harkness, the infamous head of Torchwood Three.
Most of the people in the bar were in uniform, either black fatigues or crisp dress uniforms intertwining in the mass among the loud music and cigarette smoke.
There was one that stood out -- Jack's mark for the night. A young man sitting at the bar, back to the Captain, dressed in 'urban warfare' camouflage, gray and black and white slapdash splotches covering his clothing, making the red in his UNIT cap stand out even more. Special Ops, Jack was willing to bet. He'd be full of all sorts of classified information.
He lifted himself from the table, grinning when a group rushed to grab the empty seats and made his way over to the bar. "Hey there, Soldier Boy," Jack said, all smoothness and confidence as he sat in the seat next to him. "Care for a drink?"
"Got plenty already, sir." The Welsh voice was unmistakable, and he was stunned silent when Ianto Jones turned and handed over one of the two glasses of brandy in front of him. "How about I buy you one?"
"Why -- How -- ?" He ran his eyes over the snug-fitting uniform. He'd never seen that in his closet before!
That little secret smirk tugged at Ianto's mouth. "Captain Harkness at a loss for words, I'm flattered."
"Oh, you little tease," Jack said, leaning in to press his mouth against the corner of Ianto's. "The uniform?"
"Torchwood One Special Ops," Ianto explained. The surprise must have shown on Jack's face because the Welshman sighed. "You never did read my CV."
"Did so -- you were an archivist."
"Archives was a demotion, I screwed up during a field assignment," Ianto explained, sipping his brandy. "Turns out I was better at that than I was at Specials."
"And the UNIT cap?" Jack asked, reaching up to adjust it a little.
"A little nightingale told me you might enjoy it." The little smirk was back and Jack laughed.
The Captain knocked back his brandy before standing and offering his hand to Ianto. "Well, soldier, care to show me your barracks?"
"I bet you ask that of all the pretty soldier boys," Ianto replied, letting Jack pull him up and kissing him softly.
"Nah, just to you." Jack smiled and kissed him back before putting a hand on his lower back. "Now, quick march."
"Sir, yes sir!"