Challenge 841 - Mistletoe mayhem
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m_findlowTitle: Mistletoe mayhem
Character: Torchwood Team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 841 - Brace/Braces at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The start of December brings a different kind of peril to the hub. A triple drabble.
‘You know what days it is, don't you?’ Tosh commented as the four of them wandered the corridors, carrying in their coffee cups and bags of pastries.
‘First of December,’ Gwen replied. ‘How could we forget?’
‘The invasion of mistletoe,’ Ianto added, sipping his coffee. Jack’s annual decking of the halls meant they’d all go from being co-workers to being prey.
‘Great.’ Owen grumbled. ‘Knew there was a reason I hated Christmas.’
They paused at the door to the hub, debating who should go first. Ianto was the obvious choice but as he accurately put it “Jack kisses me all the time. It’s you lot he’s after.”
Somehow Tosh ended up the sacrificial lamb, and Jack was predictably there, waiting for them. ‘Toshiko! Happy holidays!’ he cried, before pulling her close for a kiss. Gwen was next, taking longer until Ianto was heard saying “Oi, don’t encourage him,” when it became clear there was tongue.
Owen froze as Jack let Gwen go, realising Ianto had taken a step back, putting him in the firing line. Brace! Owen thought, going stiff as Jack moved in, squirming through the horrid feeling of being kissed by a bloke.
‘Alright! Geroff!’ Owen said, struggling to disentangle himself, shoving Jack away, before wiping his mouth, then realising he had probably just shared saliva with not only Jack, but also Gwen and Tosh. Disgusting, and he was a medic who knew what things lived in saliva. ‘You’re sick, Harkness,’ he said. ‘Every bloody year.’
Jack ignored him, beaming from ear to ear as only one person remained. ‘Ianto Jones, care to join me under the mistletoe for some Christmas spirit?’ He dangled the mistletoe invitingly.
‘Perhaps we could celebrate the season somewhere more private,’ Ianto offered. ‘Sparing the others is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.’
‘You know what days it is, don't you?’ Tosh commented as the four of them wandered the corridors, carrying in their coffee cups and bags of pastries.
‘First of December,’ Gwen replied. ‘How could we forget?’
‘The invasion of mistletoe,’ Ianto added, sipping his coffee. Jack’s annual decking of the halls meant they’d all go from being co-workers to being prey.
‘Great.’ Owen grumbled. ‘Knew there was a reason I hated Christmas.’
They paused at the door to the hub, debating who should go first. Ianto was the obvious choice but as he accurately put it “Jack kisses me all the time. It’s you lot he’s after.”
Somehow Tosh ended up the sacrificial lamb, and Jack was predictably there, waiting for them. ‘Toshiko! Happy holidays!’ he cried, before pulling her close for a kiss. Gwen was next, taking longer until Ianto was heard saying “Oi, don’t encourage him,” when it became clear there was tongue.
Owen froze as Jack let Gwen go, realising Ianto had taken a step back, putting him in the firing line. Brace! Owen thought, going stiff as Jack moved in, squirming through the horrid feeling of being kissed by a bloke.
‘Alright! Geroff!’ Owen said, struggling to disentangle himself, shoving Jack away, before wiping his mouth, then realising he had probably just shared saliva with not only Jack, but also Gwen and Tosh. Disgusting, and he was a medic who knew what things lived in saliva. ‘You’re sick, Harkness,’ he said. ‘Every bloody year.’
Jack ignored him, beaming from ear to ear as only one person remained. ‘Ianto Jones, care to join me under the mistletoe for some Christmas spirit?’ He dangled the mistletoe invitingly.
‘Perhaps we could celebrate the season somewhere more private,’ Ianto offered. ‘Sparing the others is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.’
