Challenge 869 - Misdirection
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m_findlowTitle: Misdirection
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 869 - Left at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Translating Welsh isn't always easy. A double drabble.
‘Alright, go left!’
Jack spun the wheel hard and Ianto felt the wheels on his side of the car lift off the road for a few terrifying seconds, threatening to tip the car and roll it into its roof. ‘No, your left, not my left!’
‘You said right!’ Jack yelled, hurling the car into an even more terrifying u-turn that made the tyres squeal and left black marks on the bitumen before flooring the engine and roaring back the way they’d come.
Ianto huffed, worried that the precious seconds would allow the blowfish in the stolen Mercedes to get away. ‘I said left, alright?’
Jack frowned, gripping the wheel. ‘What? Left or right? Which is it?’
‘Not left,’ Ianto replied. ‘Straight, now. Unless you want to end up back at the hub.’
‘Straight?’
Ianto nodded. ‘That’s right.’
‘Wait, what? I have to go right?’
‘Straight! Just go straight, alright?’
Jack huffed. ‘Fine. Straight, then right.’
‘No, according to the tracker you need to go left.’
Jack swore a litany of words in a language that Ianto didn’t understand. Probably Galactic Standard. ‘I swear you’re not even making sense, Ianto. Are we both talking the same language?’
Ianto sighed. ‘Apparently not.’
‘Alright, go left!’
Jack spun the wheel hard and Ianto felt the wheels on his side of the car lift off the road for a few terrifying seconds, threatening to tip the car and roll it into its roof. ‘No, your left, not my left!’
‘You said right!’ Jack yelled, hurling the car into an even more terrifying u-turn that made the tyres squeal and left black marks on the bitumen before flooring the engine and roaring back the way they’d come.
Ianto huffed, worried that the precious seconds would allow the blowfish in the stolen Mercedes to get away. ‘I said left, alright?’
Jack frowned, gripping the wheel. ‘What? Left or right? Which is it?’
‘Not left,’ Ianto replied. ‘Straight, now. Unless you want to end up back at the hub.’
‘Straight?’
Ianto nodded. ‘That’s right.’
‘Wait, what? I have to go right?’
‘Straight! Just go straight, alright?’
Jack huffed. ‘Fine. Straight, then right.’
‘No, according to the tracker you need to go left.’
Jack swore a litany of words in a language that Ianto didn’t understand. Probably Galactic Standard. ‘I swear you’re not even making sense, Ianto. Are we both talking the same language?’
Ianto sighed. ‘Apparently not.’
