Challenge 859 - Sensory assault
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m_findlowTitle: Sensory assault
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 859 - Ordinary at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack and Ianto will have to use all their senses to find their alien. A double drabble.
Ianto’s shoes were hitting the pavement hard as he did his best to keep up with Jack. Right now he had no idea what they were chasing, but the signal would become totally untraceable if they didn't keep up with it. It could take days to find it again, and if it was dangerous, that was unacceptable. It had to be apprehended. Tonight.
Jack took a sharp left into a side alley, and as Ianto rounded the same corner he had to hit the brakes quickly to avoid colliding into the back of Jack.
Jack’s gun was drawn, feet planted in a defensive stance, but then he groaned. ‘We lost it,’ he said, lowering his gun. ‘Just a stupid cat,’ he added, indicating the mangy tabby just a few feet away.
Ianto frowned. But they’d been so close. It couldn’t have just gone. Then he looked at the cat again as it looked at them with bemusement. ‘Jack? That’s no ordinary cat.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You’re allergic to cats.’
Jack paused, looked down and then said ‘Oh.’ Oh, indeed. By now Jack should have been sneezing like crazy. Jack cocked his gun. ‘You chose the wrong feral animal, pal.’
Ianto’s shoes were hitting the pavement hard as he did his best to keep up with Jack. Right now he had no idea what they were chasing, but the signal would become totally untraceable if they didn't keep up with it. It could take days to find it again, and if it was dangerous, that was unacceptable. It had to be apprehended. Tonight.
Jack took a sharp left into a side alley, and as Ianto rounded the same corner he had to hit the brakes quickly to avoid colliding into the back of Jack.
Jack’s gun was drawn, feet planted in a defensive stance, but then he groaned. ‘We lost it,’ he said, lowering his gun. ‘Just a stupid cat,’ he added, indicating the mangy tabby just a few feet away.
Ianto frowned. But they’d been so close. It couldn’t have just gone. Then he looked at the cat again as it looked at them with bemusement. ‘Jack? That’s no ordinary cat.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You’re allergic to cats.’
Jack paused, looked down and then said ‘Oh.’ Oh, indeed. By now Jack should have been sneezing like crazy. Jack cocked his gun. ‘You chose the wrong feral animal, pal.’
