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Title: Watch that mouth
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, John Hart
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: M
Notes: Written for Challenge 55 - Filth at anythingdrabble
Summary: Jack and John have a rocky start.

Jack let out a vexed sigh as he stood in front of the silver doorway. He loved working for the Agency, but now he was beginning to wonder if he hadn't done his job too well. They should have been gone half an hour ago, but so far his new partner had been AWOL. He hadn't come down to the mess for breakfast, and hadn't been loitering around the flight deck ready to go. That left Jack with the unenviable task of locating him, yet somehow knowing exactly where he'd be.

Jack pressed the intercom panel, leaning into it. 'John?'

The door slipped open almost immediately, leaving him face to face with the man who'd been waiting for him on the other side.

He cast a wary glance at John's attire, once a pristine uniform of some kind, but now tattered and covered in a filth he seemed to be proud of. Jack's own clothes were freshly laundered, though he was beginning to wonder if he shouldn't have reconsidered his wardrobe. His clothing of choice had always been black; black jeans, black leather jacket, heavy black boots. Clothes that would make him inconspicuous, easy to conceal in the dark, and comfortable, suitable for most climes and locations. Today though he felt self-conscious. The jeans were a little too tight, clinging to muscular thighs, the t-shirt equally contoured against his toned chest and abdomen, and the jacket adding a rugged devil may care edge to it all.

His orders from command had been clear. "Get Agent 269 whipped into shape. He's a loose cannon and a liability to the Agency unless you can sort him out." Under John's gaze he felt like a prize rather than a punishment.

'I was waiting for you last night,' John said, leaning against the wall and appraising his new partner. 'I thought we were going to get to know one another better before heading out on our first mission. I mean, there's still time for all of that before we go,' he added, nodding back towards the disheveled bunk.

Another thing to annoy Jack. These were shared quarters. No agent stayed anywhere longer than a few days before being reassigned. You left the place pristine for the next agent who was as likely to have as much energy as you did when you tumbled into quarters after a mission. Jack clenched his jaw. 'We've got places to be,' he said, his tone brooking no argument.

'Really?' John asked. 'I've been asking around about you.' He leered at Jack. 'I heard you were more flexible.'

Jack suddenly grabbed him by the lapels and forced him up against the wall. 'I didn't ask for this! You fuck up or step outta line for even a second and I'll fuck you up so bad you'll be wishing they terminated you.'

John chuckled, incensing Jack even more. 'Such a filthy mouth for one so well spoken about. I do hope you're as dirty later when we're off the clock.'