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m_findlowTitle: Fruitless search
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 343 - Ferret at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack gets caught with his hands where they shouldn't be. A double drabble.
Ianto was slightly surprised when he stepped out of the bathroom, only to find Jack standing over his bedside drawer, pawing through its contents. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked, catching him out.
Jack twirled at the unexpected interruption, hands disappearing quickly into the pockets of his trousers as he attempted a false impression of innocence.
‘Nothing.’ ‘You rotten liar,’ Ianto chastised, though without much vigour. Asking Jack to keep his hands to himself was an exercise in futility. ‘What terrible secret did you think you might unearth as you went through my private things?’ Not that he thought he had any secrets left. Jack was no doubt mightily disappointed that all he would have uncovered were a few abandoned paperbacks, a tin of mints, half a box of aspirin and a set of headphones.
‘Can’t I be curious?’ Jack replied, trying for coy and failing.
‘Ah, I get it now,’ Ianto said, penny dropping as he picked up his shirt and slipped his arms into it. ‘You were looking for my diary, weren't you?’
‘Maybe.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘As if I’d leave it somewhere obvious you might find it.’
Jack shrugged. ‘It was worth a try.’
Ianto was slightly surprised when he stepped out of the bathroom, only to find Jack standing over his bedside drawer, pawing through its contents. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked, catching him out.
Jack twirled at the unexpected interruption, hands disappearing quickly into the pockets of his trousers as he attempted a false impression of innocence.
‘Nothing.’ ‘You rotten liar,’ Ianto chastised, though without much vigour. Asking Jack to keep his hands to himself was an exercise in futility. ‘What terrible secret did you think you might unearth as you went through my private things?’ Not that he thought he had any secrets left. Jack was no doubt mightily disappointed that all he would have uncovered were a few abandoned paperbacks, a tin of mints, half a box of aspirin and a set of headphones.
‘Can’t I be curious?’ Jack replied, trying for coy and failing.
‘Ah, I get it now,’ Ianto said, penny dropping as he picked up his shirt and slipped his arms into it. ‘You were looking for my diary, weren't you?’
‘Maybe.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘As if I’d leave it somewhere obvious you might find it.’
Jack shrugged. ‘It was worth a try.’
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Date: 2023-04-29 11:41 am (UTC)