Challenge 837 - Gifted
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m_findlowTitle: Gifted
Character: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 837 - Spooky at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto has skills that the rest of the team are troubled by. A double drabble.
‘Okay,’ Jack said, giving the team his serious expression. ‘We need to find out how many of these kebab vans there are in the city and start questioning them.’
‘Actually, Sir,’ Ianto piped up, appearing from nowhere and causing Owen to jump slightly at the sound of his voice. ‘I’ve already taken the liberty of listing all the licensed, and unlicensed vans in the Llandaff area.’
Owen twirled around to face the young man armed with his clipboard. ‘You know it's spooky how you do that, don't you?’
‘Do what?’ he asked innocently.
‘Turn up having done whatever it is that Jack needs before he's even asked for it. Creepy, even.’
‘It's called being thorough.’
Jack grinned, arms folded. ‘You know Torchwood used to employ psychics back in the day. They were real handy to have around for the exact same reason.’ Then he frowned. ‘Except one day they all just upped and left. Now that was spooky.’
Owen smirked. ‘Saw you coming, did they?’
‘I'm not psychic,’ Ianto said, snapping his clipboard shut. ‘And don't even think of testing me. I read what happened to the last person you used that device on.’
‘That was an accident!’ Jack cried.
‘Okay,’ Jack said, giving the team his serious expression. ‘We need to find out how many of these kebab vans there are in the city and start questioning them.’
‘Actually, Sir,’ Ianto piped up, appearing from nowhere and causing Owen to jump slightly at the sound of his voice. ‘I’ve already taken the liberty of listing all the licensed, and unlicensed vans in the Llandaff area.’
Owen twirled around to face the young man armed with his clipboard. ‘You know it's spooky how you do that, don't you?’
‘Do what?’ he asked innocently.
‘Turn up having done whatever it is that Jack needs before he's even asked for it. Creepy, even.’
‘It's called being thorough.’
Jack grinned, arms folded. ‘You know Torchwood used to employ psychics back in the day. They were real handy to have around for the exact same reason.’ Then he frowned. ‘Except one day they all just upped and left. Now that was spooky.’
Owen smirked. ‘Saw you coming, did they?’
‘I'm not psychic,’ Ianto said, snapping his clipboard shut. ‘And don't even think of testing me. I read what happened to the last person you used that device on.’
‘That was an accident!’ Jack cried.
