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Challenge 779 - One of a kind
Title: One of a kind
Character: Gwen, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Summary: Gwen is admiring Ianto's newest wardrobe addition. A double drabble.
‘Is that new?’ Gwen asked, noticing Ianto's deep red wine coloured beanie. She had her own green one on as they sat at the bus shelter, pretending to be waiting for a bus, but actually staking out the hosiery across the road.
‘Yup,’ Ianto replied.
‘It looks nice and warm. Lovely colour, too.’
‘Thanks,’ he said, squirming under the attention.
‘Where did you get it? Does it come in other colours? I might get Rhys one for Christmas.’
‘I, uh… Actually it was a gift.’
‘A gift?’
‘Jack.’ He avoided making eye contact with their boss. ‘He gave it to me.’
‘Oh, and when am I getting my present, Jack Harkness?’ Gwen asked, arms folded.
‘I didn't know you wanted one,’ he replied.
‘Well, if Ianto gets one…’
‘Okay,’ Jack agreed. ‘But it might take a few weeks.’
‘Why's that, then? Are they sold out or something?’
‘It's really not that special,’ Ianto said, trying to deflect the conversation.
‘Not special?’ Jack cried. ‘I knitted that especially for you!’
Gwen giggled, hands clamped over her mouth to avoid laughing loudly. ‘You? Knitted?’
‘I'm not ashamed, if that's what you're implying.’
‘Oh, no. I just never knew you were so… crafty.’
‘Is that new?’ Gwen asked, noticing Ianto's deep red wine coloured beanie. She had her own green one on as they sat at the bus shelter, pretending to be waiting for a bus, but actually staking out the hosiery across the road.
‘Yup,’ Ianto replied.
‘It looks nice and warm. Lovely colour, too.’
‘Thanks,’ he said, squirming under the attention.
‘Where did you get it? Does it come in other colours? I might get Rhys one for Christmas.’
‘I, uh… Actually it was a gift.’
‘A gift?’
‘Jack.’ He avoided making eye contact with their boss. ‘He gave it to me.’
‘Oh, and when am I getting my present, Jack Harkness?’ Gwen asked, arms folded.
‘I didn't know you wanted one,’ he replied.
‘Well, if Ianto gets one…’
‘Okay,’ Jack agreed. ‘But it might take a few weeks.’
‘Why's that, then? Are they sold out or something?’
‘It's really not that special,’ Ianto said, trying to deflect the conversation.
‘Not special?’ Jack cried. ‘I knitted that especially for you!’
Gwen giggled, hands clamped over her mouth to avoid laughing loudly. ‘You? Knitted?’
‘I'm not ashamed, if that's what you're implying.’
‘Oh, no. I just never knew you were so… crafty.’
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