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Slashthedrabble Challenge 594 - Simplicity
Title: Simplicity
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
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Summary: Ianto opts for a date night without all the bells and whistles.
Jack heaved the cell door shut with a grunt, swiping his access card across the panel to finally seal the lock mechanism. The creature, as yet unidentified, oozed its way around the narrow space, making blub blub noises, before finally accepting its situation. Whatever small ionic forcefield it used to hold itself together as a malformed blob deactivated and the creature liquified completely, filling the first two feet of the cell with a now bright green pool, sloshing about a little until it ceased altogether.
'You don't think it's dead, do you?' Ianto asked. Aliens seemed to have a bad habit of self-destructing upon capture.
Jack poked a finger through one of the holes in the cell door, breaching the one way force shield that let air pass through. A small amount of liquid reformed into a tiny tentacle and slapped his prodding finger away. 'Nope. Not really the touchy feely kind though, judging by that.' Jack checked his watch. 'But hey, good news. It's five to seven, which means date night is officially saved. Couldn't have timed that better if we'd tried.'
'We did try,' Ianto reminded him. Date nights were forever ruined by alien arrivals. He didn't expect tonight to be any different. Trying to have a night off was like an exercise in futility.
'So, we leave the paperwork until tomorrow. El Blobbo here isn't going anywhere.'
'And neither is the mounting pile of paperwork,' Ianto replied, remembering that he was already three days behind schedule on that front. The rift was just not going to give them a break this week so it seemed.
'Tomorrow's problem,' Jack said, brushing it aside. 'I can still get us a reservation for tonight.'
'Isn't it a bit late for that?'
'Nonsense. I know a guy who works at La Chateaux who owes me a favour. He can squeeze us in for eight.'
Ianto noticed the tiny fleck of green on the shoulder of his jacket and picked it off, flicking it through the cell door. The creature caught it and blubbed some more. As nice as that sounded he didn't think he could keep his eyes open long enough for entrees to arrive. He was one breadstick away from sleeping on the table, or perhaps curling up under it, ensconced in a tent of their best white linen. Even the best chocolate mousse in Cardiff couldn't tempt him.
'Could we maybe just grab a curry and go home?'
Jack seemed surprised by the admission. 'You want takeaway? Don't we have that every other night?'
'To be honest, all I really want is to curl up against you on the sofa and fall asleep. The curry is pretty much incidental, except for the fact that it means I won't have to listen to your growling stomach when I lie next to it.'
Jack chuckled. 'Okay, we can do that. I'll eat curry, you have a two hour nap, and then date night resumes normal service after that.'
Ianto nodded. 'Deal.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 594 - Past Prompts revisited and Challenge 409 - Gourmet (fine dining) or Fast Food? at
slashthedrabbleSummary: Ianto opts for a date night without all the bells and whistles.
Jack heaved the cell door shut with a grunt, swiping his access card across the panel to finally seal the lock mechanism. The creature, as yet unidentified, oozed its way around the narrow space, making blub blub noises, before finally accepting its situation. Whatever small ionic forcefield it used to hold itself together as a malformed blob deactivated and the creature liquified completely, filling the first two feet of the cell with a now bright green pool, sloshing about a little until it ceased altogether.
'You don't think it's dead, do you?' Ianto asked. Aliens seemed to have a bad habit of self-destructing upon capture.
Jack poked a finger through one of the holes in the cell door, breaching the one way force shield that let air pass through. A small amount of liquid reformed into a tiny tentacle and slapped his prodding finger away. 'Nope. Not really the touchy feely kind though, judging by that.' Jack checked his watch. 'But hey, good news. It's five to seven, which means date night is officially saved. Couldn't have timed that better if we'd tried.'
'We did try,' Ianto reminded him. Date nights were forever ruined by alien arrivals. He didn't expect tonight to be any different. Trying to have a night off was like an exercise in futility.
'So, we leave the paperwork until tomorrow. El Blobbo here isn't going anywhere.'
'And neither is the mounting pile of paperwork,' Ianto replied, remembering that he was already three days behind schedule on that front. The rift was just not going to give them a break this week so it seemed.
'Tomorrow's problem,' Jack said, brushing it aside. 'I can still get us a reservation for tonight.'
'Isn't it a bit late for that?'
'Nonsense. I know a guy who works at La Chateaux who owes me a favour. He can squeeze us in for eight.'
Ianto noticed the tiny fleck of green on the shoulder of his jacket and picked it off, flicking it through the cell door. The creature caught it and blubbed some more. As nice as that sounded he didn't think he could keep his eyes open long enough for entrees to arrive. He was one breadstick away from sleeping on the table, or perhaps curling up under it, ensconced in a tent of their best white linen. Even the best chocolate mousse in Cardiff couldn't tempt him.
'Could we maybe just grab a curry and go home?'
Jack seemed surprised by the admission. 'You want takeaway? Don't we have that every other night?'
'To be honest, all I really want is to curl up against you on the sofa and fall asleep. The curry is pretty much incidental, except for the fact that it means I won't have to listen to your growling stomach when I lie next to it.'
Jack chuckled. 'Okay, we can do that. I'll eat curry, you have a two hour nap, and then date night resumes normal service after that.'
Ianto nodded. 'Deal.'