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Title: God given right
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 441 - Religious at [livejournal.com profile] slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack gets an unwelcome reception and it's more than he can stand

It had been such a harmless little thing. Neither of them gave it the slightest thought as they sat there, enjoying piping hot tea and scrumptious scones with lashing of jam and cream.

'Best date ever,' Ianto declared, basking in the rare autumn sunshine.

'And no rift to ruin it,' Jack agreed, reaching out to grasp Ianto's hand across the table.

'How dare you do that in public!' the woman shrieked from the table next to them.

'Huh?' Jack said, confused.

'That,' she said, pointing emphatically at their hands clasped together on the table. 'It's outrageous that they let people like you carry on like this. You besmirch all that is holy.'

'Excuse me?' Jack said, frowning and getting annoyed.

'Filthy homosexuals. You're going staight to hell, mark my words. God will have his judgement.'

Jack should have shrugged it off, but instead he sat there in a state of shock, speechless.

The woman pushed up out of her chair, abandoning her latte, and gripping her handbag as if she were about to be robbed. 'Disgusting,' she muttered as she left.


They finished up in silence and returned to the hub. Jack went downstairs straight away and Ianto could hear the ruckus he was creating. Ianto watched him blaze around in a fury, shoving clothes haphazardly into an old steamer trunk that he had no idea where had come from.

'What are you doing?'

'Leaving,' Jack stated.  

'Hey, wait, those are my clothes!'

'Yep. You're coming with me.'

'Uh, okay. Where are we going?'

'Anywhere but here. If I have to put up with one more derogatory, demeaning or insulting comment from these idiotic, religious zealots, I'm going to take my gun out and shoot someone.' He didn't wait for Ianto to respond.

'I don't know how you people survive to the twenty-second century, let alone the year one hundred billion. I've a right mind to shove that wretched women through the rift, all the way to the fifty-first century and see how she likes it. By then her husband will be shagging a five tentacled snarfalarpagus and they'll be popping out kids that can breathe underwater and speak six languages at birth.'

'It's ridiculous,' Ianto agreed.

'Ridiculous?' Jack ranted. 'Whatever happened to love thy fellow man?'

'I don't think they intended for it to be interpreted literally,' Ianto replied, wincing and knowing it would only incense Jack further.

'I don't know why you're so upset, Jack. I thought you didn't care about what other people thought?'

'And I thought you cared very much what other people thought,' Jack countered.

Ianto shrugged. 'Someone once told me that the only opinions that matter are those of the people we love, and that God loves all his children equally.'

'How can you believe that religious rubbish?' Jack insisted.

'Because I love you. If God didn't want certain people to fall in love, then we would never have met. And anyone that believes you go to hell for loving someone is an idiot.'

Date: 15 Apr 2017 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
Well said, Ianto! Women like that are the problem, not people like Jack and Ianto.

Date: 15 Apr 2017 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] m-findlow.livejournal.com
Agreed. *sits here nervously waiting for Russia to shut me down*

Date: 15 Apr 2017 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
They'd better not! Although I've taken precautions by backing up my LJ on a new DW account, separate from my main one.

Date: 16 Apr 2017 09:48 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
It's the only sensible thing to do!


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