What Are You Making Now? - Chapter 3 Crisis
Author's Note: Argh! Finally, four months after Christmas, I'm posting the rest of my story!
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Amidst the chaos that was UNIT and Torchwood preparing for the Christmas invasion Jack Harkness was having his own little crisis. It was just two weeks before Christmas and Jack had only managed to knit one large rectangular shape and two identical, smaller pieces. Ianto had a pretty good idea of what Jack was making now, but he didn't want to ruin Jack's thunder.
Now, late at night, waiting for yet another call from some UNIT official, Jack's normally flying needles had slowed to a crawl as he did something that looked very complex. Ianto watched from the corner of his eye as Jack's forehead creased in concentration over the piece of paper resting on the desk in front of him. Several tails of yarn lead from the project to the floor and their bouncing balls.
“Will it be done in time?” Ianto asked suddenly. For a moment, Jack didn't answer, and Ianto waited patiently until he reached the end of row.
“I hope so,” Jack sighed, massaging his fingers. “I hope so, Ianto.”
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Amidst the chaos that was UNIT and Torchwood preparing for the Christmas invasion Jack Harkness was having his own little crisis. It was just two weeks before Christmas and Jack had only managed to knit one large rectangular shape and two identical, smaller pieces. Ianto had a pretty good idea of what Jack was making now, but he didn't want to ruin Jack's thunder.
Now, late at night, waiting for yet another call from some UNIT official, Jack's normally flying needles had slowed to a crawl as he did something that looked very complex. Ianto watched from the corner of his eye as Jack's forehead creased in concentration over the piece of paper resting on the desk in front of him. Several tails of yarn lead from the project to the floor and their bouncing balls.
“Will it be done in time?” Ianto asked suddenly. For a moment, Jack didn't answer, and Ianto waited patiently until he reached the end of row.
“I hope so,” Jack sighed, massaging his fingers. “I hope so, Ianto.”