Challenge 905 - Gone fishing
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m_findlowTitle: Gone fishing
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 905 - Tackle at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack has had a bit of a whoopsie. A triple drabble.
Jack and Ianto stood there, looking down at the pavement as if they could scarcely believe what had just happened.
‘I can't believe you dropped the car keys down the storm water drain,’ Ianto finally said.
‘It wasn't like I meant to,’ Jack replied, defending his actions. ‘I sneezed. They just kind of fell out of my hand. It wasn't a baby sneeze.’
‘I know,’ Ianto said. ‘I think you startled everyone from here to Barry.’
‘Exactly.’ He sniffed. ‘If you'd sneezed like that you'd have dropped whatever you were holding too.’
Ianto stared down at the narrow gaps in the metal grating. ‘Being sorry really doesn't help us though, does it? The local bus service in these parts is notoriously unreliable.’
‘I'll call Owen at the hub and he can bring the spare set.’
‘And in the meantime someone else could snaffle keys to our most important asset?’
‘Well, I wouldn't call it our most important asset…’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘I can only imagine the kinds of things you'd classify as valuable assets.’ He chewed his lip as he considered what to do. ‘Give me a minute.’ He set his equipment box down on the pavement and rifled through it, finding some fishing line and unspooling it. ‘Have you still got those council tax papers?’
Jack fished them from his coat pocket. ‘Why?’
‘I want the paperclip.’
Jack frowned but handed them over anyway. Ianto twisted the paperclip into a new shape and attached it to the line. ‘There. Our own fishing tackle,’ he said, showing it off before carefully lowering it through the gap in the drain. It took a few goes but eventually he snagged the car keys and lifted them back out.
‘Ianto Jones, you are some kind of amazing.’
‘And don't you forget it.’
Jack and Ianto stood there, looking down at the pavement as if they could scarcely believe what had just happened.
‘I can't believe you dropped the car keys down the storm water drain,’ Ianto finally said.
‘It wasn't like I meant to,’ Jack replied, defending his actions. ‘I sneezed. They just kind of fell out of my hand. It wasn't a baby sneeze.’
‘I know,’ Ianto said. ‘I think you startled everyone from here to Barry.’
‘Exactly.’ He sniffed. ‘If you'd sneezed like that you'd have dropped whatever you were holding too.’
Ianto stared down at the narrow gaps in the metal grating. ‘Being sorry really doesn't help us though, does it? The local bus service in these parts is notoriously unreliable.’
‘I'll call Owen at the hub and he can bring the spare set.’
‘And in the meantime someone else could snaffle keys to our most important asset?’
‘Well, I wouldn't call it our most important asset…’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘I can only imagine the kinds of things you'd classify as valuable assets.’ He chewed his lip as he considered what to do. ‘Give me a minute.’ He set his equipment box down on the pavement and rifled through it, finding some fishing line and unspooling it. ‘Have you still got those council tax papers?’
Jack fished them from his coat pocket. ‘Why?’
‘I want the paperclip.’
Jack frowned but handed them over anyway. Ianto twisted the paperclip into a new shape and attached it to the line. ‘There. Our own fishing tackle,’ he said, showing it off before carefully lowering it through the gap in the drain. It took a few goes but eventually he snagged the car keys and lifted them back out.
‘Ianto Jones, you are some kind of amazing.’
‘And don't you forget it.’
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Date: 2026-02-22 11:01 am (UTC)