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Challenge 842 - Making your own fun
Title: Making your own fun
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 842 - Fun at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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torchwood100Summary: Ianto has his own way of getting back at Jack for cheating. A double drabble.
I lead a very strange life, Ianto decided as he ran through the hub, feeling the coldness of the concrete against his bare feet. When had it become fun to run around the hub completely naked with a bundle of somebody else’s clothes tucked under his arm, looking for good places to hide them, whilst considering where he might also hide himself.
Not that it probably mattered. Jack would find him in no time at all. Ianto swore he cheated, whether it was some kind of illegal hack of their CCTV cameras or some other technology built into that wrist strap of his. ‘Should’ve confiscated it before we started playing,’ he muttered. Need it to keep time, my arse. Need it to cheat, more like.’
Ianto spotted an old crate and lifted the lid, planning on shoving Jack’s trousers in there, before spotting the eight-legged resident at the bottom of the crate. Jack hated spiders. Terrified, actually. For a man who couldn't die and faced down far worse things, he was a wimp when it came to arachnids.
Ianto paused, considered, and then gently dropped the trousers inside. If Jack was going to cheat, Ianto would have his own fun.
I lead a very strange life, Ianto decided as he ran through the hub, feeling the coldness of the concrete against his bare feet. When had it become fun to run around the hub completely naked with a bundle of somebody else’s clothes tucked under his arm, looking for good places to hide them, whilst considering where he might also hide himself.
Not that it probably mattered. Jack would find him in no time at all. Ianto swore he cheated, whether it was some kind of illegal hack of their CCTV cameras or some other technology built into that wrist strap of his. ‘Should’ve confiscated it before we started playing,’ he muttered. Need it to keep time, my arse. Need it to cheat, more like.’
Ianto spotted an old crate and lifted the lid, planning on shoving Jack’s trousers in there, before spotting the eight-legged resident at the bottom of the crate. Jack hated spiders. Terrified, actually. For a man who couldn't die and faced down far worse things, he was a wimp when it came to arachnids.
Ianto paused, considered, and then gently dropped the trousers inside. If Jack was going to cheat, Ianto would have his own fun.
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