Challenge 907 - Safety in numbers
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m_findlowTitle: Safety in numbers
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 907 - Wing at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack will do anything to avoid going to a UNIT conference on his own. A double drabble.
‘Please,’ Jack said, pawing at the sleeve of Ianto's jacket so that he couldn’t get away. ‘Don’t make me beg.’
Ianto managed to extract his arm from Jack's grip momentarily before the pawing began again. ‘Pretty sure this already qualifies as begging,’ he replied. It really was undignified the way Jack was behaving. He was a grown man for heaven’s sake.
‘But these things are boring and full of boring people that I’ll be forced to make boring conversation with,’ Jack said, still pleading his case. ‘It’ll be–’
‘Boring?’ Ianto offered, raising an eyebrow.
‘Exactly! I need a wing man, Ianto. Someone who can rescue me from inane smalltalk and terrible coffee.’
‘You’re really not selling it very well,’ Ianto said, able to picture perfectly the kind of dull presentations interrupted by coffee breaks style conference that UNIT would put on to discuss matters of inter-planetary security. Torchwood’s attendance was not only requested, but expected.
‘Please, Ianto! I’ll pay you hazard pay.’
‘You already pay me hazard pay.’
Jack fell silent and thought over the matter a moment before grinning. ‘I’ll book us the honeymoon suite. Then we’ll have somewhere to escape to when it gets boring.’
‘Now you’re talking.’
‘Please,’ Jack said, pawing at the sleeve of Ianto's jacket so that he couldn’t get away. ‘Don’t make me beg.’
Ianto managed to extract his arm from Jack's grip momentarily before the pawing began again. ‘Pretty sure this already qualifies as begging,’ he replied. It really was undignified the way Jack was behaving. He was a grown man for heaven’s sake.
‘But these things are boring and full of boring people that I’ll be forced to make boring conversation with,’ Jack said, still pleading his case. ‘It’ll be–’
‘Boring?’ Ianto offered, raising an eyebrow.
‘Exactly! I need a wing man, Ianto. Someone who can rescue me from inane smalltalk and terrible coffee.’
‘You’re really not selling it very well,’ Ianto said, able to picture perfectly the kind of dull presentations interrupted by coffee breaks style conference that UNIT would put on to discuss matters of inter-planetary security. Torchwood’s attendance was not only requested, but expected.
‘Please, Ianto! I’ll pay you hazard pay.’
‘You already pay me hazard pay.’
Jack fell silent and thought over the matter a moment before grinning. ‘I’ll book us the honeymoon suite. Then we’ll have somewhere to escape to when it gets boring.’
‘Now you’re talking.’
