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Title: Something sweet
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 445 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, I said marooned, not macarooned!" at fic_promptly
Summary: Something has gotten terribly lost in translation

One of these days he was going to finally figure out what the hell it was that had him so helplessly attracted to Jack. For now though, it was all he could do not to strangle him.

'This virtual reality neural transponder is really something,' Jack said, moving around the room, touching things in awe, like a kid in a candy store. None of it was real of course, but that was the thing about modern alien technology. It didn't have to make sense, it just did.

Ianto had to admit, it was very realistic indeed. Every colour was as bright and vivid as anything he could imagine in his mind. Every smell hit his nostrils full force, and the strong scent of spun sugar and coconut filled the air, making his mouth water and his stomach rumble. Add to that the fact that everything he touched felt real as if it were truly there, and he knew exactly why these devices had supposedly been banned on several worlds, and the usage limited on many others. If you could imagine anything withing the realms of possibility, or even impossibility, you might never come out again, instead choosing to remain forever in a paradise all your own.

That had certainly been the plan when Jack had eagerly insisted that they try it out. Twenty minutes and the device would shut itself off, Jack assured him, dropping them back out of whatever world they created, and into the real world once more.

'Tell me exactly where you'd like to be, Ianto,' Jack had said, taking charge of the device. Perhaps he should have put more thought into it, but having the last though on his mind being the memory of how wet and miserable it was outside he'd told Jack he wouldn't mind being marooned on a desert island. In his own mind he was already picturing long sandy white beaches with seashells, sparkling blue water, palm trees rustling in the sea breeze and the warm sunshine on his back.

Now he wasn't sure if Jack had misheard him, or whether the device was broken. Instead of crystal blue ocean, he was surrounded by miles of blue jello, trees made of fondant, wispy clouds of fairy floss drifting across the sky, and instead of his warm sandy beach, there was a shore of the whitest sugar, dotted everywhere by little biscuits.

'I said I wanted to be marooned on a desert island, not macarooned on a dessert island,' he said watching as Jack pulled a strip of licorice from a nearby tree, stuffing it in his mouth.

'I know,' he said, 'but isn't this so much better?'

Date: 2017-09-13 10:18 pm (UTC)
bk_forever: (Eye Roll)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
Oh Jack, I think your sweet tooth is a tad out of control!

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