Challenge 852 - Not my type
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m_findlowTitle: Not my type
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 852 - Type at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack and weevils just don't mix. A double drabble.
Jack sidestepped the weevil just in time to prevent it from lunging straight at him and tearing his throat out. It moved a few paces from him and turned, staring him down with barely a growl as it watched him intently with dark eyes.
‘Sorry, but you’re not my type,’ Jack said, making idle conversation as he kept his eyes firmly on every tiny movement in its body language. ‘I never could stand those dark, silent moody types. Dated one for a couple of months once, but he drove me crazy. Always brooding and sulking. Never knew where you stood with him. Gorgeous body, sculpted like marble, and the most adorable mole right down there on the inside of his thigh, but the moods…’
The weevil snarled and was about to make another lunge at him when it suddenly convulsed and dropped to the ground, revealing Ianto standing behind it, stun gun in hand.
‘Now, that’s my kinda man,’ Jack said, stepping forward to help with the hand clamps as Ianto slipped a sack over its head, injecting a sedative. ‘Quietly gets the job done, but after he clocks off for the day, well… quiet is one thing he isn’t.’
Jack sidestepped the weevil just in time to prevent it from lunging straight at him and tearing his throat out. It moved a few paces from him and turned, staring him down with barely a growl as it watched him intently with dark eyes.
‘Sorry, but you’re not my type,’ Jack said, making idle conversation as he kept his eyes firmly on every tiny movement in its body language. ‘I never could stand those dark, silent moody types. Dated one for a couple of months once, but he drove me crazy. Always brooding and sulking. Never knew where you stood with him. Gorgeous body, sculpted like marble, and the most adorable mole right down there on the inside of his thigh, but the moods…’
The weevil snarled and was about to make another lunge at him when it suddenly convulsed and dropped to the ground, revealing Ianto standing behind it, stun gun in hand.
‘Now, that’s my kinda man,’ Jack said, stepping forward to help with the hand clamps as Ianto slipped a sack over its head, injecting a sedative. ‘Quietly gets the job done, but after he clocks off for the day, well… quiet is one thing he isn’t.’
