Challenge 697 - Disarmament

[m_findlow]

Title: Disarmament
Character: Ianto, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 697 - Inflate at tw100
Summary: Ianto isn't happy at all. A double drabble.


Ianto sighed as he set down the heavy silver tray, laden with every kind of weapon imaginable. Gwen wasn't far behind him, coming to inspect their booty.

'Hard to believe one person could be carrying all that,' she said, watching him slowly arrange them on the table, preparing to have them tagged, catalogued and locked away. John Hart wasn't getting these back anytime soon.

'Not when your ego is that inflated,' came Ianto's terse reply. 'He makes Jack look like a nun by comparison. Makes you wonder if we should have done a full strip search. God only knows where a man like that keeps things.'

'Publicly stripping a man of his weapons,' Gwen mused. 'I think that tells you all we need to know about both of their egos. Plus, I get the impression that John would only enjoy getting stripped and prodded.'

He hated having to agree with her. There was also the worry that Jack might enjoy it too. Not that John - or Jack - would get any enjoyment whatsoever if Ianto made him bend over and cough. A gloved hand would not be his choice of what he might stick somewhere. 'Still, I prefer my egomaniacs unarmed.'

Comments

[badly_knitted]

Ianto's right, John would have enjoyed that WAY too much!