Challenge 892 - Undercover
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m_findlowTitle: Undercover
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: Minor spoilers for Miracle Day
Author notes: Written for Challenge 892 - Tie at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack is troubled by more than just his attire. A double drabble.
‘I hate suits and ties,’ Jack grumbled as he forced the black tie into a knot, unhappy with it. He was about to ask Ianto to come over and fix it when he remembered that the Ianto leaning in the doorway wasn’t real, just a fiction in his mind that was carrying on conversation with him.
‘You love suits and ties,’ Ianto replied. ‘Just not on you.’ He sighed. ‘Stop fussing. It’ll do.’
‘I still hate it.’
‘We need to get into the morgue. There’s a big fuss being made over the guy who should’ve been blown to bits at the CIA archive. You can’t very well walk in there looking like a cosplay World War Two army vet.’
‘Air force,’ Jack clarified.
‘Splitting hairs.’
Jack winced as he moved in the tight fitting jacket. ‘My arm still hurts. It’s not healing.’
‘And no one is dying right now, so not our most pressing concern,’ Ianto replied.
It concerned Jack. No one was dying and here he was, unable to heal the way he usually did, like the world had flipped on its head. Was he suddenly mortal?
‘What if he recognises me?’
‘Wearing a suit and tie? No chance.’
‘I hate suits and ties,’ Jack grumbled as he forced the black tie into a knot, unhappy with it. He was about to ask Ianto to come over and fix it when he remembered that the Ianto leaning in the doorway wasn’t real, just a fiction in his mind that was carrying on conversation with him.
‘You love suits and ties,’ Ianto replied. ‘Just not on you.’ He sighed. ‘Stop fussing. It’ll do.’
‘I still hate it.’
‘We need to get into the morgue. There’s a big fuss being made over the guy who should’ve been blown to bits at the CIA archive. You can’t very well walk in there looking like a cosplay World War Two army vet.’
‘Air force,’ Jack clarified.
‘Splitting hairs.’
Jack winced as he moved in the tight fitting jacket. ‘My arm still hurts. It’s not healing.’
‘And no one is dying right now, so not our most pressing concern,’ Ianto replied.
It concerned Jack. No one was dying and here he was, unable to heal the way he usually did, like the world had flipped on its head. Was he suddenly mortal?
‘What if he recognises me?’
‘Wearing a suit and tie? No chance.’
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Date: 2025-11-23 10:38 am (UTC)