Drabble_weekly Challenge 436 - Filthy
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m_findlowTitle: Filthy
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 436 - Mud at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack's jaunt across the Welsh hillside has garnered a little bit of grime. A triple drabble.
‘You can open your eyes now, Ianto,’ Jack said, trying to keep the grin of amusement off his face. Ianto couldn't have looked any more terrified passenger if he tried, and after all this time he should be used to Jack's driving.
‘Not sure I can, sir,’ Ianto replied, still braced stiffly in his seat, eyes squeezed tightly.
‘Sure you can. We're not even moving. Seven miles of rolling hills are behind us. Or, we're in the middle of them,’ he said, considering their location. ‘In any case, we've stopped. If you haven't thrown up yet, I'd say we're home and free.’
Ianto winced as he heard the windscreen wipers screech across the glass. ‘It's not the motion sickness that bothers me. It's the state of the SUV.’
‘What's a little bit of mud?’ Jack asked. ‘It's probably not even that bad,’ he added, pushing open the door and hearing Ianto reluctantly unbuckle his seatbelt.
‘Oh God,’ came the moan just as soon as. Jack slammed the door.
Admittedly, their vehicle was in a worse state than Jack had thought. Mud spattered every inch of it, as if they'd gone rolling in the stuff instead of just driving over it. ‘Okay, so it might need a little bit of cleaning when we get back to the hub,’ Jack confessed.
‘A little bit?’ Ianto's incredulous tone was hard to miss. ‘There can't be any mud left in South Wales that isn't attached to our car.’
Jack shrugged. ‘It only needs a bit of soap and water.’ And maybe a high-pressure hose. ‘We'll take it through the drive-through car wash on the way back. You know, we'll be stuck inside it for at least twenty minutes whilst it does its thing. Alone,’ Jack reminded him.
‘Only you could make mess sound appealing.’
‘You can open your eyes now, Ianto,’ Jack said, trying to keep the grin of amusement off his face. Ianto couldn't have looked any more terrified passenger if he tried, and after all this time he should be used to Jack's driving.
‘Not sure I can, sir,’ Ianto replied, still braced stiffly in his seat, eyes squeezed tightly.
‘Sure you can. We're not even moving. Seven miles of rolling hills are behind us. Or, we're in the middle of them,’ he said, considering their location. ‘In any case, we've stopped. If you haven't thrown up yet, I'd say we're home and free.’
Ianto winced as he heard the windscreen wipers screech across the glass. ‘It's not the motion sickness that bothers me. It's the state of the SUV.’
‘What's a little bit of mud?’ Jack asked. ‘It's probably not even that bad,’ he added, pushing open the door and hearing Ianto reluctantly unbuckle his seatbelt.
‘Oh God,’ came the moan just as soon as. Jack slammed the door.
Admittedly, their vehicle was in a worse state than Jack had thought. Mud spattered every inch of it, as if they'd gone rolling in the stuff instead of just driving over it. ‘Okay, so it might need a little bit of cleaning when we get back to the hub,’ Jack confessed.
‘A little bit?’ Ianto's incredulous tone was hard to miss. ‘There can't be any mud left in South Wales that isn't attached to our car.’
Jack shrugged. ‘It only needs a bit of soap and water.’ And maybe a high-pressure hose. ‘We'll take it through the drive-through car wash on the way back. You know, we'll be stuck inside it for at least twenty minutes whilst it does its thing. Alone,’ Jack reminded him.
‘Only you could make mess sound appealing.’
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Date: 2025-02-15 10:39 am (UTC)