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m_findlowTitle: Flying blind
Fandom: Torchwood
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 500, using Challenge 394 - Detour at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack is taken on a detour. A triple drabble.
‘You've gone the wrong way,’ Jack said, chastising Ianto for taking a right turn when he should have gone left. Surely he knew which way was the right way back to the hub by now.
‘I haven't gone the wrong way.’
‘You have,’ Jack argued. ‘You'll end up back in town going this way.’
‘Who says that's not where we're going?’
‘But…’ Jack wasn't clear on what was happening. ‘At the hub we have leftover pizza, and a whole hub to ourselves for the afternoon.’ Naked hide and seek had been on the cards.
‘We're taking a detour,’ Ianto explained. ‘Someone is overdue for a haircut.’
Jack looked at him. ‘It looks fine to me.’
‘Not my hair! Yours!’ came the exasperated reply. ‘I've made three appointments for you in the past month and every time you've cancelled them, or just not bothered to go.’
‘I've been busy! I can't just say “sorry world, you'll have to save yourself today. I've got a cut and blow wave scheduled.”
‘Well, today you've got nothing but time,’ Ianto told him. ‘And it won't be a moment too soon, either.’
‘What's that supposed to mean?’
Ianto stopped at the lights and reached over, fingers combing back Jack's floppy fringe. ‘You nearly took out that old lady in a mobility scooter this morning. You couldn't see her for all the hair in your face.’
‘The car missed her by a good yard.’
‘And last night when you were doing your firearms training? Those weevil cut-outs didn't dodge your bullets.’
‘There's a stiff breeze down there sometimes,’ Jack replied. ‘They move.’
‘Sure they do,’ Ianto agreed. ‘So, let's say you want to get it cut on your afternoon off just so you can better see me later when I take off all my clothes.’
‘Deal.’
‘You've gone the wrong way,’ Jack said, chastising Ianto for taking a right turn when he should have gone left. Surely he knew which way was the right way back to the hub by now.
‘I haven't gone the wrong way.’
‘You have,’ Jack argued. ‘You'll end up back in town going this way.’
‘Who says that's not where we're going?’
‘But…’ Jack wasn't clear on what was happening. ‘At the hub we have leftover pizza, and a whole hub to ourselves for the afternoon.’ Naked hide and seek had been on the cards.
‘We're taking a detour,’ Ianto explained. ‘Someone is overdue for a haircut.’
Jack looked at him. ‘It looks fine to me.’
‘Not my hair! Yours!’ came the exasperated reply. ‘I've made three appointments for you in the past month and every time you've cancelled them, or just not bothered to go.’
‘I've been busy! I can't just say “sorry world, you'll have to save yourself today. I've got a cut and blow wave scheduled.”
‘Well, today you've got nothing but time,’ Ianto told him. ‘And it won't be a moment too soon, either.’
‘What's that supposed to mean?’
Ianto stopped at the lights and reached over, fingers combing back Jack's floppy fringe. ‘You nearly took out that old lady in a mobility scooter this morning. You couldn't see her for all the hair in your face.’
‘The car missed her by a good yard.’
‘And last night when you were doing your firearms training? Those weevil cut-outs didn't dodge your bullets.’
‘There's a stiff breeze down there sometimes,’ Jack replied. ‘They move.’
‘Sure they do,’ Ianto agreed. ‘So, let's say you want to get it cut on your afternoon off just so you can better see me later when I take off all my clothes.’
‘Deal.’
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Date: 2026-05-16 10:55 am (UTC)