Challenge 851 - Unwanted attention
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m_findlowTitle: Unwanted attention
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 851 - Tail/Tale at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack and Ianto have an unwanted admirer. A double drabble.
Ianto sensed Jack's darkening mood even before he uttered the growl. It was the way his shoulders went all tense and his hands began to grip the steering wheel way harder that was necessary. ‘Problem?’ he asked, hoping that he wasn't the source of Jack's ire, though he couldn't think of any reason for the sudden shift between them.
‘We've got ourselves a tail,’ Jack replied, sparing a flick of his eyes upwards at the rear vision mirror.
Ianto leaned left and caught a similar angle from the side mirror. ‘Who do you think it is?’
‘I know who it is,’ Jack said, still sounding annoyed enough to do bodily harm. ‘David sodding Brigstocke.’
‘Ah.’ That would explain it then. The obnoxious BBC Wales reporter had it in for Jack. Not Torchwood so much, just Jack. ‘We are rather conspicuous.’ Like a drag queen in a nunnery, he thought. ‘Couldn't we just lose him?’ It wasn't like Jack didn't usually break all the road rules anyway.
‘I was considering whether to let him follow us and see if he couldn't end up as weevil chow. Stupid sod would deserve it.’
‘That's cruel,’ Ianto replied. ‘We shouldn't be giving weevils indigestion.’
Ianto sensed Jack's darkening mood even before he uttered the growl. It was the way his shoulders went all tense and his hands began to grip the steering wheel way harder that was necessary. ‘Problem?’ he asked, hoping that he wasn't the source of Jack's ire, though he couldn't think of any reason for the sudden shift between them.
‘We've got ourselves a tail,’ Jack replied, sparing a flick of his eyes upwards at the rear vision mirror.
Ianto leaned left and caught a similar angle from the side mirror. ‘Who do you think it is?’
‘I know who it is,’ Jack said, still sounding annoyed enough to do bodily harm. ‘David sodding Brigstocke.’
‘Ah.’ That would explain it then. The obnoxious BBC Wales reporter had it in for Jack. Not Torchwood so much, just Jack. ‘We are rather conspicuous.’ Like a drag queen in a nunnery, he thought. ‘Couldn't we just lose him?’ It wasn't like Jack didn't usually break all the road rules anyway.
‘I was considering whether to let him follow us and see if he couldn't end up as weevil chow. Stupid sod would deserve it.’
‘That's cruel,’ Ianto replied. ‘We shouldn't be giving weevils indigestion.’
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Date: 2025-02-09 10:41 am (UTC)