Challenge 898 - Burning bridges
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m_findlowTitle: Burning bridges
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: Spoilers for Big Finish audiobook "Serenity"
Author notes: Written for Challenge 898 - Burn at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Some assignments are best when they're finally over. A double drabble.
Jack and Ianto sat in the SUV, parked a safe distance from the blazing houses of Serenity Plaza, watching as plumes of smoke billowed into the air and firetruck lights flashed as men in dirty yellow suits attempted in vain to put out the flames with their hoses.
‘Bet you're glad to see the end of it,’ Jack remarked. ‘I got the feeling that perfect middle class life was not for you.’
Ianto nodded. ‘Shame though. Took ages to get all the kitchen cupboards organised the way I liked.’
Jack snorted. ‘Liar.’
‘You're right. Everything in its place and a place for everything.’ Then he paused. ‘Except the vegetable spiraliser. Never could find a good spot for it.’
Jack chuckled. ‘No more zucchini spaghetti for us, huh? I won't miss that.’
‘Nor will I. Next time we plan on going undercover, let's hope it's somewhere a bit lower class.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Uh huh. When it comes to life on the Welsh estates, you always know where you stand. None of that two-faced, sugar-coated, one-upmanship bollocks. Give me beer-swilling, rugby-obsessed layabouts any day.’ He turned back to watch the flames. ‘This is nice though. Best day we've had since moving in.’
‘Agreed.’
Jack and Ianto sat in the SUV, parked a safe distance from the blazing houses of Serenity Plaza, watching as plumes of smoke billowed into the air and firetruck lights flashed as men in dirty yellow suits attempted in vain to put out the flames with their hoses.
‘Bet you're glad to see the end of it,’ Jack remarked. ‘I got the feeling that perfect middle class life was not for you.’
Ianto nodded. ‘Shame though. Took ages to get all the kitchen cupboards organised the way I liked.’
Jack snorted. ‘Liar.’
‘You're right. Everything in its place and a place for everything.’ Then he paused. ‘Except the vegetable spiraliser. Never could find a good spot for it.’
Jack chuckled. ‘No more zucchini spaghetti for us, huh? I won't miss that.’
‘Nor will I. Next time we plan on going undercover, let's hope it's somewhere a bit lower class.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Uh huh. When it comes to life on the Welsh estates, you always know where you stand. None of that two-faced, sugar-coated, one-upmanship bollocks. Give me beer-swilling, rugby-obsessed layabouts any day.’ He turned back to watch the flames. ‘This is nice though. Best day we've had since moving in.’
‘Agreed.’
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Date: 2026-01-04 10:38 am (UTC)