Torchwood: Fanfic: Gone fishing

[m_findlow]

Title: Gone fishing
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 250 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Juliet316's prompt "Any, any, losing your keys" at fic_promptly
Summary: There's something odd in the tank

Jack came downstairs for breakfast to find Ianto up on a step ladder, hovering over their fish tank, wearing gloves and holding a small net.

'I didn't kill another one, I swear,' he protested before Ianto could have a go at him. The fish were more Ianto's thing than his, but somehow they both seemed to have been charged with equal responsibility in looking after them.

'No, they're all still alive.'

He reached into the tank and wobbled slightly on the ladder. Jack reached over to steady him.

'You're hungover, aren't you?' Jack asked, remembering Rhiannon's birthday party. It was less of a party and more of a pub crawl, with Jack offering to stay behind and babysit the kids.

'Probably had a few too many,' Ianto confessed. 'Rhi was utterly trashed, but I think she had a good night.'

Jack held him firm whilst he reached in again.

Jack tried to look around Ianto's body. 'What are you doing?'

'Er, fetching out the car keys.'

'What? How did they get in there?'

Ianto hung his head. 'I came home last night and saw you'd forgotten to feed them. I grabbed a handful of food and then I let go of the wrong hand.'

'You idiot.'

'Hey! You do stupid things all the time. At least I had the excuse that I was drunk.'

Ianto finally managed to snare the keys, pulling them out, water leaking everywhere.

'If that key fob still works after it's dry, it'll be a miracle.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

It's a perfectly understandable mistake. I always worry I'll drop the keys in the dustbin or the postbox instead of what I'm meant to be putting in them. Never have so far, but them I don't drink, so...

[bk_forever]

Very effective defence mechanism, that! If you can't stand up, you can't chase it!