Challenge 807 - In a mess
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m_findlowTitle: In a mess
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 807 - Egg at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The SUV is forever in need of cleaning, much to Ianto's displeasure. A double drabble.
Ianto was accustomed to coming down to the carpark and finding the SUV in a state. The way Jack drove you’d think it had just competed in the Dakar rally, and not simply rushed around the residential streets of Butetown. How anyone managed to get as much mud and muck on the car as Jack did simply defied logic. It was almost as if he purposely went and thrashed it around some farmer’s paddocks just for fun so that Ianto would always have something to do.
Today it wasn’t mud but some strange substance that oozed in some places and had crusted over in others, in a whitish mess that looked to be ruining the underlying paintwork. Great, that was all he needed.
As he went to start fetching his supplies he noticed the note tucked under the windshield wiper, with his name penned in Jack’s familiar cursive. He tugged it out and opened it up.
“Dear Ianto,
Roses and red, violets are blue,
Some public school kids thought it would be funny to egg our car whilst we were busy. Sorry.”
Ianto crumpled the note in his hand and growled. At least he could have made it rhyme properly!
Ianto was accustomed to coming down to the carpark and finding the SUV in a state. The way Jack drove you’d think it had just competed in the Dakar rally, and not simply rushed around the residential streets of Butetown. How anyone managed to get as much mud and muck on the car as Jack did simply defied logic. It was almost as if he purposely went and thrashed it around some farmer’s paddocks just for fun so that Ianto would always have something to do.
Today it wasn’t mud but some strange substance that oozed in some places and had crusted over in others, in a whitish mess that looked to be ruining the underlying paintwork. Great, that was all he needed.
As he went to start fetching his supplies he noticed the note tucked under the windshield wiper, with his name penned in Jack’s familiar cursive. He tugged it out and opened it up.
“Dear Ianto,
Roses and red, violets are blue,
Some public school kids thought it would be funny to egg our car whilst we were busy. Sorry.”
Ianto crumpled the note in his hand and growled. At least he could have made it rhyme properly!
