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Challenge 799 - Clearing the air
Title: Clearing the air
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 799 - Wind at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is on the unfortunate receiving end of malfunctioning alien tech. A double drabble.
Jack pressed his hands to the apartment door. ‘Ianto, you can’t stay in there forever,’ he said, knowing Ianto could hear him perfectly well, even if Jack felt like he was starting to make a scene in front of Ianto’s neighbours.
‘It’s not forever,’ came the muffled reply. ‘Just the next few days until this blows over.’
Blows over, Jack thought, unable to stop smirking at the unintended double entendre. ‘It’s just wind,’ Jack said, trying to dismiss Ianto’s hangup over the physical consequences of a run-in with alien tech. ‘What’s a bit of flatulence between friends, huh?’
‘A bit?’ came the incredulous cry. Jack didn't catch all of the next sentence, blocked by several walls and probably a toilet door, but he did catch the words “brass band”, trying hard not to laugh. There were far worse things to be suffering from. At least he wasn’t laying eggs. Now that was an experience.
‘No one will think any less of you,’ Jack promised, still trying to coax Ianto from his self-imposed quarantine. Sick of waiting around, he used his spare key to unlock the door, then gagged.
‘You know what, I think maybe staying home is for the best.’
Jack pressed his hands to the apartment door. ‘Ianto, you can’t stay in there forever,’ he said, knowing Ianto could hear him perfectly well, even if Jack felt like he was starting to make a scene in front of Ianto’s neighbours.
‘It’s not forever,’ came the muffled reply. ‘Just the next few days until this blows over.’
Blows over, Jack thought, unable to stop smirking at the unintended double entendre. ‘It’s just wind,’ Jack said, trying to dismiss Ianto’s hangup over the physical consequences of a run-in with alien tech. ‘What’s a bit of flatulence between friends, huh?’
‘A bit?’ came the incredulous cry. Jack didn't catch all of the next sentence, blocked by several walls and probably a toilet door, but he did catch the words “brass band”, trying hard not to laugh. There were far worse things to be suffering from. At least he wasn’t laying eggs. Now that was an experience.
‘No one will think any less of you,’ Jack promised, still trying to coax Ianto from his self-imposed quarantine. Sick of waiting around, he used his spare key to unlock the door, then gagged.
‘You know what, I think maybe staying home is for the best.’
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