Challenge 829 - Camouflaged
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m_findlowTitle: Camouflaged
Character: Jack, Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 829 - Disguise at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack is desperate to fit in. A double drabble.
Ianto was surprised to hear heavy boots approaching his position. He paused from pulling the large crate from the shelf and turned to face the source of the sounds. Jack, he said, noticing his boss moving quickly. ‘What's wrong?’
‘Shh!’ Jack put his fingers to his lips, silencing him. ‘Nothing's wrong,’ he whispered.
‘Okay… So, if nothing is wrong why are you down here and why are we whispering?’
‘I'm hiding,’ Jack replied, pressing himself up against the shelf. ‘Owen is chasing me for blood samples.’
Ah. Ianto knew how much Jack loved being poked in with needles. ‘And do you feel that your disguise is working?’ He looked about as much like a shelf in a dark room as Ianto did a life-size pink rabbit.
‘The key is to not move. That way you blend in and don't attract attention. It's all about being one with your surroundings.’
‘Of course,’ Ianto said, nodding thoughtfully. ‘I was never much of a method actor myself, but do let me know how you get on.’
‘Ianto!’ came Owen's raised voice. ‘Is Jack hiding down here?’
‘He might be,’ Ianto confessed, ‘but then again, all these archive shelves look the same to me.’
Ianto was surprised to hear heavy boots approaching his position. He paused from pulling the large crate from the shelf and turned to face the source of the sounds. Jack, he said, noticing his boss moving quickly. ‘What's wrong?’
‘Shh!’ Jack put his fingers to his lips, silencing him. ‘Nothing's wrong,’ he whispered.
‘Okay… So, if nothing is wrong why are you down here and why are we whispering?’
‘I'm hiding,’ Jack replied, pressing himself up against the shelf. ‘Owen is chasing me for blood samples.’
Ah. Ianto knew how much Jack loved being poked in with needles. ‘And do you feel that your disguise is working?’ He looked about as much like a shelf in a dark room as Ianto did a life-size pink rabbit.
‘The key is to not move. That way you blend in and don't attract attention. It's all about being one with your surroundings.’
‘Of course,’ Ianto said, nodding thoughtfully. ‘I was never much of a method actor myself, but do let me know how you get on.’
‘Ianto!’ came Owen's raised voice. ‘Is Jack hiding down here?’
‘He might be,’ Ianto confessed, ‘but then again, all these archive shelves look the same to me.’
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Date: 2024-09-08 08:55 am (UTC)