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Challenge 798 - Bad language
Title: Bad language
Character: Ianto, Jack, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 798 - Mouth at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Torchwood's latest guest isn't too happy about having to stay. A double drabble.
Ianto already had the cell door open and waiting for Gwen and Jack as they reached level four. The creature struggled between them but it was no match for them once it had been handcuffed and threatened with guns.
Jack unceremoniously tossed it into the cell, not bothering to remove the cuffs first and Ianto took it as a silent order to close the door. Lucky he had because one second later the alien was slammed up against it snarling at them.
‘Perfect timing as always, Mister Jones,’ Jack remarked.
‘Hard not to know you were coming,’ he replied. He'd heard them several minutes earlier on account of the foul language being directed at them by their captive. Of course, not all of it had been offensively foul. Some of it was just downright amusing. If anyone thought Jack would be insulted at being told his face looked like the arse end of a prolapsed flamingo, they needed to work on their insults. ‘A colourful character, you’ve brought home.’
‘Oh yeah,’ Jack said. ‘He’s got quite the potty mouth on him, that’s for sure. He might have quit earlier but Gwen kneed him in the groin.’
‘Disgusting language,’ Gwen agreed.
Ianto already had the cell door open and waiting for Gwen and Jack as they reached level four. The creature struggled between them but it was no match for them once it had been handcuffed and threatened with guns.
Jack unceremoniously tossed it into the cell, not bothering to remove the cuffs first and Ianto took it as a silent order to close the door. Lucky he had because one second later the alien was slammed up against it snarling at them.
‘Perfect timing as always, Mister Jones,’ Jack remarked.
‘Hard not to know you were coming,’ he replied. He'd heard them several minutes earlier on account of the foul language being directed at them by their captive. Of course, not all of it had been offensively foul. Some of it was just downright amusing. If anyone thought Jack would be insulted at being told his face looked like the arse end of a prolapsed flamingo, they needed to work on their insults. ‘A colourful character, you’ve brought home.’
‘Oh yeah,’ Jack said. ‘He’s got quite the potty mouth on him, that’s for sure. He might have quit earlier but Gwen kneed him in the groin.’
‘Disgusting language,’ Gwen agreed.