Double Drabble: Mucky Jack
Title: Mucky Jack
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 763: Genius at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Poor Jack, this just hasn’t been his day.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto took one look at Jack and sighed. “What did you do this time, genius?”
“Why d’you automatically assume this was my fault?” Jack threw a wounded look his lover’s way.
“Because I know you. If there’s trouble to be found, you find it.”
Jack pouted. “Well, not this time; I’m the injured party here!”
“Really? Do tell.” Ianto folded his arms across his chest and stared, one eyebrow raised enquiringly, at his Captain, who was gently dripping mud on the floor. It looked like he’d been rolling in it.
“It was Gwen!”
“And what, precisely, did Gwen do to get you in this state?” Ianto’s second eyebrow joined the first in expressing mild disbelief.
“She was driving. I told her to keep to the track and bring the SUV as close as she could so we wouldn’t have to carry the Vorgasian condenser too far; those things are heavy. She reversed right into the field and got the rear wheels bogged down in the mud, so then I had to get behind and try to push her out, and when she put the car in gear there was mud flying everywhere!”
“Hm. Looks like I’ll be serving Gwen decaf.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 763: Genius at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Poor Jack, this just hasn’t been his day.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto took one look at Jack and sighed. “What did you do this time, genius?”
“Why d’you automatically assume this was my fault?” Jack threw a wounded look his lover’s way.
“Because I know you. If there’s trouble to be found, you find it.”
Jack pouted. “Well, not this time; I’m the injured party here!”
“Really? Do tell.” Ianto folded his arms across his chest and stared, one eyebrow raised enquiringly, at his Captain, who was gently dripping mud on the floor. It looked like he’d been rolling in it.
“It was Gwen!”
“And what, precisely, did Gwen do to get you in this state?” Ianto’s second eyebrow joined the first in expressing mild disbelief.
“She was driving. I told her to keep to the track and bring the SUV as close as she could so we wouldn’t have to carry the Vorgasian condenser too far; those things are heavy. She reversed right into the field and got the rear wheels bogged down in the mud, so then I had to get behind and try to push her out, and when she put the car in gear there was mud flying everywhere!”
“Hm. Looks like I’ll be serving Gwen decaf.”
The End