Slashthedrabble Challenge 470/168 - Anything but straight

[m_findlow]

Title: Anything but straight
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 470 - Amnesty / Challenge 168 - Straight at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto is having real problems being straight.

Jack burst into another fit of laughter, just about falling back onto the rug in the warm afternoon sunshine. 'You're hopeless!' he yelled out across the field.

'Stop laughing at me!' Ianto sounded genuinely irate.

'I'm sorry, but it's just too hilarious watching you wander around in complete circles.'

'I'm walking in a straight line,' Ianto vowed. 'You're just cheating by moving around.'

Jack laughed again. He'd been sat on the same patch of hillside calling out and teasing Ianto, watching as he stumbled around. He was surprised that Ianto hadn't given up yet, simply pulling the blindfold off and marching over to give Jack what for. Ianto however was not one to give up easily, which Jack was taking full advantage of right now.

He'd told Ianto that it was physically impossible to walk across a field in a straight line blindfolded, but he hadn't believed him. The next time they'd had a day off, headed out for a picnic, Ianto had told him he was going to prove Jack wrong. Jack of course knew that it was completely impossible. Research had proven it. It was almost cruel letting Ianto try, but sometimes there was just no arguing with his feisty Welshman.

'Now, you sit there and get the picnic ready,' he'd said. 'I'm going to walk over to the other side of the field there, and walk all the way back to you, blindfolded.' That had been an hour ago, and now Jack was getting hungry. He stood up and wandered across the field to put Ianto out of his misery, grabbing him bodily and tearing off the blindfold.

'Give up, Ianto. Come and eat.'

'I was almost there.'

'You weren't even close. You'd spend all day going around in circles.'

'Rubbish.'

'I swear it's true,' Jack insisted. 'Give me your phone.'

'What for?'

'Just give it to me.'

Jack tapped a few keys and showed Ianto the screen, which was really nothing more than a squiggly line that went around and around like a wayward ball of yarn.

'What's that?' Ianto asked.

Jack chuckled. 'That's you, babe. That's your GPS tracking for the past hour.'

Ianto double checked the phone for himself. 'I was walking perfectly straight that whole time.' He'd even stuck his arms out in front of him, making doubly sure.

'Believe me, you were listing to the left all the while. It was pretty funny to watch, actually. Every time I was sure you were getting close, you'd veer left and start off in another direction.'

'Well, why didn't you say something?'

'Because you told me to keep my nose out of it. Lucky it was only a picnic or else the food would have gone cold while I waited for you to disprove the fact that you have no sense of direction.'

'I have an excellent sense of direction,' Ianto huffed.

'Just not when you can't see where you're going.'

'If that was true, I'd have been lost to the archives years ago.'

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[bk_forever]

*giggles* Poor Ianto, walking the squiggliest straight line ever!

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

He thought he knew everything, but it turns out that Jack knew something he didn't. The human brain is a strange thing when it's deprived of one of its senses.