Torchwood -- Ville d'Amour
Title: Ville d'Amour
Date Written: 12/5/07
dwtwprompts prompt: Paris
Rating: K+ - T
Word Count: 202
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: *giggle* France.
"Why me?"
Jack grinned and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. "What does that mean?"
"It means why me?"
Jack laughed. "As the head of Torchwood, it is part of my duties to meet with the equivalents of our group in other countries to create a unified front for Earth should we need representation."
It was more like when, but neither one of them really wanted to think about that right now.
"And once again: Why me?"
"Well, I am a man of many talents... Languages happen to not be in my repertoire."
"But... France?"
"C'mon, Ianto, we're in Paris! The city of lights! How can you hate this?"
Ianto gave him a blank look. "Gwen speaks French."
"Gwen is currently at Rhys' family reunion, she asked for the day off months ago."
"Owen speaks French, too."
"I am not bringing Owen to The City of Love."
"It's... It's just... France."
Jack chuckled. "Yes. A culture that gave us fine dining, burlesque, and the menage a trois. Aces in my book."
"Oh, it would come back to sex for you."
Jack grinned at him. "Fine. No more French kissing for you, Mr. Jones."
Ianto glanced at him before giving a little bit of a smirk. "Viva la France," he deadpanned.
Jack laughed so hard he almost ran into a lamppost.
Date Written: 12/5/07
dwtwprompts prompt: Paris
Rating: K+ - T
Word Count: 202
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: *giggle* France.
"Why me?"
Jack grinned and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. "What does that mean?"
"It means why me?"
Jack laughed. "As the head of Torchwood, it is part of my duties to meet with the equivalents of our group in other countries to create a unified front for Earth should we need representation."
It was more like when, but neither one of them really wanted to think about that right now.
"And once again: Why me?"
"Well, I am a man of many talents... Languages happen to not be in my repertoire."
"But... France?"
"C'mon, Ianto, we're in Paris! The city of lights! How can you hate this?"
Ianto gave him a blank look. "Gwen speaks French."
"Gwen is currently at Rhys' family reunion, she asked for the day off months ago."
"Owen speaks French, too."
"I am not bringing Owen to The City of Love."
"It's... It's just... France."
Jack chuckled. "Yes. A culture that gave us fine dining, burlesque, and the menage a trois. Aces in my book."
"Oh, it would come back to sex for you."
Jack grinned at him. "Fine. No more French kissing for you, Mr. Jones."
Ianto glanced at him before giving a little bit of a smirk. "Viva la France," he deadpanned.
Jack laughed so hard he almost ran into a lamppost.