Torchwood meets the Clangers
Title: Torchwood meets the Clangers
Author: leofuller
Rating: PG
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/other (past)
Word count: 287
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A bunny just popped its head round the door and asked if we would like to write a fic where tw encounter the clangers. I don’t know what to tell it.
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Of course, of all the things you could have said to that bunny, did it have to be “go and talk to Ellie?”
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“I’m just not convinced it’s a good idea.” Gwen insisted.
“Put a report together for me and I’ll take a look at it.” Jack told her, swinging his feet onto the desk and automatically checking the CCTV to make sure that Ianto wasn’t about to catch him with his boots on the furniture.
Gwen followed his gaze to the computer screen. “What’s Ianto doing?”
Ianto was in the boardroom, apparently talking to a cardboard box.
Jack sat up properly again, staring at the screen. He frowned for a moment, looking confused, and then grinned at Gwen. “Shall we go and find out?”
Ianto wasn’t talking to the box, he was whistling. More to the point, the box was whistling back. Jack and Gwen watched from the doorway, apparently unnoticed.
“That sounds kind of familiar.” Gwen said quietly, looking puzzled.
Jack laughed and pushed himself off the doorframe, walking into the room.
“I don’t think this was on your CV, Ianto.”
Ianto glanced up at him, then looked back at the box and whistled again. Whatever was in the box chirruped in reply.
Gwen walked up to the table and peered into the box.
“Are they…” she looked at Ianto, incredulous, “Clangers?”
The little pink creatures in the box whistled in agreement. They had a distinctly knitted appearance.
Jack joined his colleagues.
“Hi.” He greeted the Clangers. They both whistled back and Gwen was sure one of them blushed.
Ianto frowned, glanced at Jack and then whistled a question to the Clangers. One of them whistled a response. Ianto sighed and turned to Jack, hands on his hips.
“Tell me you didn’t…”
Jack grinned. “What can I say? It was late, we’d both had a couple of drinks…”
Author: leofuller
Rating: PG
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/other (past)
Word count: 287
Text message from The9thDoctor to Leofuller:
A bunny just popped its head round the door and asked if we would like to write a fic where tw encounter the clangers. I don’t know what to tell it.
Instant message from Leofuller to The9thDoctor
Of course, of all the things you could have said to that bunny, did it have to be “go and talk to Ellie?”
Email from Leofuller to The9thDoctor
Subject: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT
Attachment: Torchwood meets the Clangers
“I’m just not convinced it’s a good idea.” Gwen insisted.
“Put a report together for me and I’ll take a look at it.” Jack told her, swinging his feet onto the desk and automatically checking the CCTV to make sure that Ianto wasn’t about to catch him with his boots on the furniture.
Gwen followed his gaze to the computer screen. “What’s Ianto doing?”
Ianto was in the boardroom, apparently talking to a cardboard box.
Jack sat up properly again, staring at the screen. He frowned for a moment, looking confused, and then grinned at Gwen. “Shall we go and find out?”
Ianto wasn’t talking to the box, he was whistling. More to the point, the box was whistling back. Jack and Gwen watched from the doorway, apparently unnoticed.
“That sounds kind of familiar.” Gwen said quietly, looking puzzled.
Jack laughed and pushed himself off the doorframe, walking into the room.
“I don’t think this was on your CV, Ianto.”
Ianto glanced up at him, then looked back at the box and whistled again. Whatever was in the box chirruped in reply.
Gwen walked up to the table and peered into the box.
“Are they…” she looked at Ianto, incredulous, “Clangers?”
The little pink creatures in the box whistled in agreement. They had a distinctly knitted appearance.
Jack joined his colleagues.
“Hi.” He greeted the Clangers. They both whistled back and Gwen was sure one of them blushed.
Ianto frowned, glanced at Jack and then whistled a question to the Clangers. One of them whistled a response. Ianto sighed and turned to Jack, hands on his hips.
“Tell me you didn’t…”
Jack grinned. “What can I say? It was late, we’d both had a couple of drinks…”