Fic: Pastor Brown
Title: Pastor Brown
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 200
Written for redismycolour day 12 song prompt.
Summary: “I'm going to call him Pastor Brown!”
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“I'm going to call him Pastor Brown!” Jack exclaimed, a grin on his wind chilled face as his sore red hands finished patting down his curved sides.
“Why on earth would you want to do that?” Ianto's eyebrow rose an inch. What a peculiar name, even for Jack, Ianto thought as he watched Jack shove the sticks they'd found into two arm holes.
“Surely you've heard Walking in a Winter Wonderland?” Jack asked flabbergast, looking at Ianto as though he'd grown another head. Ianto loved Christmas: how could he not-
“Of course-” Ianto interrupted Jack's trail of thoughts.
“Then why can't I call my snowman Pastor Brown?” Jack demanded, hands on his hips, a full-on pout plastered across his adorably red face.
“Because, why would you inflict that awful name on a snowman?”
“Well, what do you want to call him then?”
“Barbara.” Ianto suggested without hesitation.
“What? No, the snowman: him not her.”
“No cock, therefore can be either sex.” Ianto explained as he slung his scarf around the snowman's neck as the finishing touch.
“I change that with little effort,” Jack muttered already gathering up snow and heading for the snowman's crotch.
“I heard that Jack Harkness!”
[Fin.]
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 200
Written for redismycolour day 12 song prompt.
Summary: “I'm going to call him Pastor Brown!”
***
“I'm going to call him Pastor Brown!” Jack exclaimed, a grin on his wind chilled face as his sore red hands finished patting down his curved sides.
“Why on earth would you want to do that?” Ianto's eyebrow rose an inch. What a peculiar name, even for Jack, Ianto thought as he watched Jack shove the sticks they'd found into two arm holes.
“Surely you've heard Walking in a Winter Wonderland?” Jack asked flabbergast, looking at Ianto as though he'd grown another head. Ianto loved Christmas: how could he not-
“Of course-” Ianto interrupted Jack's trail of thoughts.
“Then why can't I call my snowman Pastor Brown?” Jack demanded, hands on his hips, a full-on pout plastered across his adorably red face.
“Because, why would you inflict that awful name on a snowman?”
“Well, what do you want to call him then?”
“Barbara.” Ianto suggested without hesitation.
“What? No, the snowman: him not her.”
“No cock, therefore can be either sex.” Ianto explained as he slung his scarf around the snowman's neck as the finishing touch.
“I change that with little effort,” Jack muttered already gathering up snow and heading for the snowman's crotch.
“I heard that Jack Harkness!”
[Fin.]