Making the cut
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Spoilers: Out of the Rain
Ratings: PG craaaaack
Summary: Jack and Ianto are trapped - and there is only one hope for their survival.
This is a crackfic present for my lovely
irenerwho has sadly had a minor run in with the copyright squad. Big hugs hun, hope this helps a little!
"Jack?"
"Yes Ianto?"
"What's going on, where are we? Why can I see hundreds of people looking at us?"
"Well you know the Night Travellers were trapped on film?"
"Yesssss."
"Well we appear to be similarly trapped in a video clip. Looks like we are part of a 2.21 minute clip."
"But... we don't come in clips that length, not even all the spoiler trailers for episode one put together added up to that much, despite giving away nearly all the plot. And why am I jumping from one outfit to another?"
"We would appear to be a compilation video of all our hottest on screen kisses. I must say, they have good taste I can think of much worst clips to be trapped in."
"You mean... we're not at the BBC anymore?! We've been kidnapped, stolen?! HELP!! Somebody call the copyright people, helmmmmpppfff."
"Sshhhhh do you really want to get us erased?!"
"Mmmffaassddd?"
"Yes erased, what do you think happens to clips like us, slightly grainy, sometimes with the theme music audible in the background and that stupid BBC Three logo in the corner? What do you really think happens to us once we are chopped down and lovingly spliced into fanvids or even just drool worthy clips of hotness? Do you really think aunty beeb welcomes us back with open arms?! We are outcasts Ianto, we can never go back to the BBC. Our only hope for survival is to remain hot and snaggable and hope we get spread around the internet and saved on hard drives before the copyright squad find us. Because if they do...."
"Mmmmpppff."
"Huh? Oh, sorry."
"I said, what do we do now then?"
"Our only hope for survival Ianto is to remain hot and watchable. Kiss like every kiss may be our last, like with every embrace we are only a mouseclick away from oblivion! Do you think you can manage that?"
"I will certainly try."
"Good. Now, someone's coming and if this is the copyright squad I intend to go out like Nelson."
"One armed and crazy?"
"No, his famous last words. Kiss me Ianto!"
Spoilers: Out of the Rain
Ratings: PG craaaaack
Summary: Jack and Ianto are trapped - and there is only one hope for their survival.
This is a crackfic present for my lovely
irenerwho has sadly had a minor run in with the copyright squad. Big hugs hun, hope this helps a little!
"Jack?"
"Yes Ianto?"
"What's going on, where are we? Why can I see hundreds of people looking at us?"
"Well you know the Night Travellers were trapped on film?"
"Yesssss."
"Well we appear to be similarly trapped in a video clip. Looks like we are part of a 2.21 minute clip."
"But... we don't come in clips that length, not even all the spoiler trailers for episode one put together added up to that much, despite giving away nearly all the plot. And why am I jumping from one outfit to another?"
"We would appear to be a compilation video of all our hottest on screen kisses. I must say, they have good taste I can think of much worst clips to be trapped in."
"You mean... we're not at the BBC anymore?! We've been kidnapped, stolen?! HELP!! Somebody call the copyright people, helmmmmpppfff."
"Sshhhhh do you really want to get us erased?!"
"Mmmffaassddd?"
"Yes erased, what do you think happens to clips like us, slightly grainy, sometimes with the theme music audible in the background and that stupid BBC Three logo in the corner? What do you really think happens to us once we are chopped down and lovingly spliced into fanvids or even just drool worthy clips of hotness? Do you really think aunty beeb welcomes us back with open arms?! We are outcasts Ianto, we can never go back to the BBC. Our only hope for survival is to remain hot and snaggable and hope we get spread around the internet and saved on hard drives before the copyright squad find us. Because if they do...."
"Mmmmpppff."
"Huh? Oh, sorry."
"I said, what do we do now then?"
"Our only hope for survival Ianto is to remain hot and watchable. Kiss like every kiss may be our last, like with every embrace we are only a mouseclick away from oblivion! Do you think you can manage that?"
"I will certainly try."
"Good. Now, someone's coming and if this is the copyright squad I intend to go out like Nelson."
"One armed and crazy?"
"No, his famous last words. Kiss me Ianto!"