Challenge 862 - Language barriers
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m_findlowTitle: Language barriers
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 862 - Small at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack's instructions don't always translate with the locals. A double drabble.
‘Ianto!’ Jack yelled out. ‘A little help here?’
Jack saw the young man visibly sigh as he slowly made his way over. ‘What seems to be the problem?’
Jack gave his own sigh, gesticulating at the mob of people getting in the way of him doing his job. ‘They're all talking Welsh,’ he complained. ‘Can't get a damn thing done until they move and they don't understand English.’ He sighed loudly. ‘Cavemen.’
‘Don't be so small-minded,’ Ianto chastised. ‘You speak plenty of other languages.’
‘Useful languages.’
‘One would think living in Wales for a hundred years would make it pretty useful.’
Jack's jaw clenched. ‘Are you going to translate for me or not? Or do we just wait all night for the locals to move on?’
Ianto wandered over to the small crowd of rugby fans, chatting in guttural tongues before coming back over. ‘They'll be gone in a few minutes.’
Jack nodded. Good. Maybe now they could start searching the area for whatever had been dumped here without civilians getting in their way.
‘And they speak English, by the way. They just thought that you wouldn't understand it given your American accent.’
Jack snorted. ‘And you call me small-minded!’
‘Ianto!’ Jack yelled out. ‘A little help here?’
Jack saw the young man visibly sigh as he slowly made his way over. ‘What seems to be the problem?’
Jack gave his own sigh, gesticulating at the mob of people getting in the way of him doing his job. ‘They're all talking Welsh,’ he complained. ‘Can't get a damn thing done until they move and they don't understand English.’ He sighed loudly. ‘Cavemen.’
‘Don't be so small-minded,’ Ianto chastised. ‘You speak plenty of other languages.’
‘Useful languages.’
‘One would think living in Wales for a hundred years would make it pretty useful.’
Jack's jaw clenched. ‘Are you going to translate for me or not? Or do we just wait all night for the locals to move on?’
Ianto wandered over to the small crowd of rugby fans, chatting in guttural tongues before coming back over. ‘They'll be gone in a few minutes.’
Jack nodded. Good. Maybe now they could start searching the area for whatever had been dumped here without civilians getting in their way.
‘And they speak English, by the way. They just thought that you wouldn't understand it given your American accent.’
Jack snorted. ‘And you call me small-minded!’
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Date: 2025-04-27 09:28 am (UTC)