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m_findlowTitle: Instant messenger: Send help
Character: Jack, Ianto, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 749 - Spring at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Gwen is coiled like a viper waiting to strike and it's got Ianto worried. A double drabble.
Ianto: Jack, I think I need your help.
Jack: Help? What kind of help?
Ianto: The kind where you suddenly come out of your office and say that you desperately need me to come with you right away.
Jack: Not that I don't appreciate your willingness, but is there a specific reason or are you just after a little alone time? *winks*
Ianto: I'm this body? Not a chance. In fact, that's kind of why I need your help.
Jack: ???
Ianto: It's Gwen. She's giving me the eye. I think she intends to do me bodily harm. She looks like she might spring into violent action at any moment.
Jack: Any particular reason you've upset her?
Ianto: I think she's jealous of my legs.
Jack: And so she should be. They're very lovely, Miss Jones. By the way, is that fake tan or are they naturally that bronze?
Ianto: It's the nylons, and that's not the point. This being a woman thing is a lot more dangerous than I expected.
Jack: And you haven't even been down Queen St on a Saturday night yet.
Ianto: Give it time. Should I survive Gwen I think I'll be able to handle anything.
Ianto: Jack, I think I need your help.
Jack: Help? What kind of help?
Ianto: The kind where you suddenly come out of your office and say that you desperately need me to come with you right away.
Jack: Not that I don't appreciate your willingness, but is there a specific reason or are you just after a little alone time? *winks*
Ianto: I'm this body? Not a chance. In fact, that's kind of why I need your help.
Jack: ???
Ianto: It's Gwen. She's giving me the eye. I think she intends to do me bodily harm. She looks like she might spring into violent action at any moment.
Jack: Any particular reason you've upset her?
Ianto: I think she's jealous of my legs.
Jack: And so she should be. They're very lovely, Miss Jones. By the way, is that fake tan or are they naturally that bronze?
Ianto: It's the nylons, and that's not the point. This being a woman thing is a lot more dangerous than I expected.
Jack: And you haven't even been down Queen St on a Saturday night yet.
Ianto: Give it time. Should I survive Gwen I think I'll be able to handle anything.
