Title: The only option
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 530 - Past Prompts Revisited (Challenge 251 - Empty) at
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Summary: There's just no pleasing some people.
'Ianto!' Jack called out. 'The biscuit tin is empty again!'
Ianto pushed away from his desk, leaning back to get a clear view of Jack standing in the kitchenette, a perplexed look on his face as he clutched the tin in his arms. 'Again? What on earth do you do with them all? Shove them in your socks for later?'
'Hey, other people eat them too, y'know.'
'Not at the rate you do,' Ianto replied, standing up and walking over.
'You don't understand just how much enegry I expend staying this immortally beatific.'
Ianto rolled his eyes. 'Just when I thought biscuits were all you were full of.'
'You should buy more,' Jack insisted.
'I love you, but I am not making more than one trip a week to the shops to keep this kitchen stocked. Don't you think I have enough to do already? I buy loads of biscuits as it is.'
'You make it sound like I'm the only one eating them. The others are just as guilty of sneaking one or three at a time. I've seen Gwen with her hand in that tin when she thinks no one is looking.'
'Kind of like you with your hand in hand her drawer rifling through her secret stash of chocolate, hmm?'
Jack's eyes narrowed. 'Breathe a word of that and you'll be sorry.'
Ianto bent down and opened the cupboard to see to what else might be in there that would satisfy his snack happy lover. 'What are you talking about?' he said. 'There's a packet of perfectly good ginger nuts here.'
'Ginger nuts? Blech!'
'What? Don't you like them?'
'I can't stand them.'
'But you love gingerbread, and that ginger loaf my sister makes. These are just a slightly crispier version.'
Jack shook his head. 'Nope, not convinced.'
'Have you tried dunking them in your coffee? As much as I object to biscuit dunking in principle, it would make them softer.'
Jack pulled a face, reluctantly taking one from the proffered packet. 'I'm not promising anything,' he warned. 'It's only because the tin is empty that I'm lowering myself to such desperate standards.'
Ianto sighed dramatically. 'Woe is you in your neverending battle for immortal greatness,' he quipped.
'Careful,' Jack warned, 'or you may find me less inclined to let you bask in my awesomeness.'
'Duly noted, sir. I shall work harder to ensure there are sufficiently wide selections and quantities of biscuits from now on.'
'Why do I get the feeling you're mocking me?'
Ianto tipped the remaining packet into the empty tin. 'I can't imagine what would give you that impression.'
Jack grimaced as he held up the offending biscuit. 'Dunk it, you say?'
'Only because I'm convinced my coffee can make anything better.'
'Okay, but only because I believe that might be true. From now on though, as your boss, I'm making it a direction that we never let the tin get empty ever again. Your future employment, and other benefits, depend on it.'
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Date: 2019-07-03 10:36 am (UTC)Made. My. Night.
Thank you :)
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Date: 2019-07-03 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-03 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-03 11:24 am (UTC)There's a lot of lurkers, but few who share my dry sense of cynical humour. That line was catnip. :)
Torchwood drabble
Date: 2019-07-03 06:00 pm (UTC)Very cute!
Re: Torchwood drabble
Date: 2019-07-03 08:43 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2019-11-23 09:43 pm (UTC)