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m_findlowTitle: Unwelcome guests
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 628 - Entitled at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jack and Ianto experience the unpleasant side of the universe.
As soon as Jack got back to their ship he was desperate to leave. Their visit to this little part of the universe, which he'd remembered fondly from his last visit here, was nothing like their current experience. It was in fact the complete opposite. Instead of the warm, welcoming folk who'd occupied the planet a few hundred years ago, there was now a totally different vibe. It wasn't that they weren't friendly per se, but they now had some very deep seated bigotry, which once unveiled, made for a very unpleasant experience. He started up the engines, plotted a course for some there he definitely knew didn't have any qualms about inviting him back and left the ship on autopilot whilst he went to find his missing co-pilot.
It wasn't hard to find Ianto. He tended to roost in only a handful of places on their spacious vessel. Jack found him in the library, curled up in the most comfortable armchair they'd ever owned, but there was no book in sight; just a Welshman with his knees tucked up looking for all the world utterly miserable. It wasn't like Ianto to sulk but Jack could sympathise on this occasion. Having spent the last thirty six hours locked up in a jail cell, having been arrested and dragged down the street, harangued by passers by and spat on was not the kind of memories Jack had hoped to create on their visit. All because someone somewhere along the lines of that planet's history had decided that English speaking humans were the equivalent of Nazis.
'You okay?' Jack asked, settling on the fat arm of the chair.
'Not really,' Ianto replied with brutal honesty. 'Travelling always felt relatively safe. Was I wrong to assume I could feel entitled to be treated as friendly and innocent everywhere we go?'
Jack rested a hand on his arm. 'Of course not. Honestly, if I'd known I never would have taken us there.'
Ianto snorted in derision. 'All because I asked you for a Galactic Standard translation for hotdog. You'd think I'd personally murdered half their species the way they carried on.'
Jack felt awful about that. Things had been going along so well until then, but he much preferred knowing that the place had changed for the worse, and that humans had a limited welcome there. He certainly hadn't expected to nearly lose his husband to a lifetime prison sentence just for speaking a few words of a banned language.
'You don't ever have to feel unsafe,' he said, trying to reassure Ianto. 'Everyone is entitled to be treated fairly.' Jack had been on the reviving end of racist and bigoted treatment more times than he could could and most of it undeserved, but he took umbrage at someone treating Ianto that way.
'Won't change what happened.'
Jack sighed, thinking how unfair life was sometimes. 'No, it won't. But if you worry the whole universe might hate you, we might as we'll go home.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 628 - Entitled at
slashthedrabbleSummary: Jack and Ianto experience the unpleasant side of the universe.
As soon as Jack got back to their ship he was desperate to leave. Their visit to this little part of the universe, which he'd remembered fondly from his last visit here, was nothing like their current experience. It was in fact the complete opposite. Instead of the warm, welcoming folk who'd occupied the planet a few hundred years ago, there was now a totally different vibe. It wasn't that they weren't friendly per se, but they now had some very deep seated bigotry, which once unveiled, made for a very unpleasant experience. He started up the engines, plotted a course for some there he definitely knew didn't have any qualms about inviting him back and left the ship on autopilot whilst he went to find his missing co-pilot.
It wasn't hard to find Ianto. He tended to roost in only a handful of places on their spacious vessel. Jack found him in the library, curled up in the most comfortable armchair they'd ever owned, but there was no book in sight; just a Welshman with his knees tucked up looking for all the world utterly miserable. It wasn't like Ianto to sulk but Jack could sympathise on this occasion. Having spent the last thirty six hours locked up in a jail cell, having been arrested and dragged down the street, harangued by passers by and spat on was not the kind of memories Jack had hoped to create on their visit. All because someone somewhere along the lines of that planet's history had decided that English speaking humans were the equivalent of Nazis.
'You okay?' Jack asked, settling on the fat arm of the chair.
'Not really,' Ianto replied with brutal honesty. 'Travelling always felt relatively safe. Was I wrong to assume I could feel entitled to be treated as friendly and innocent everywhere we go?'
Jack rested a hand on his arm. 'Of course not. Honestly, if I'd known I never would have taken us there.'
Ianto snorted in derision. 'All because I asked you for a Galactic Standard translation for hotdog. You'd think I'd personally murdered half their species the way they carried on.'
Jack felt awful about that. Things had been going along so well until then, but he much preferred knowing that the place had changed for the worse, and that humans had a limited welcome there. He certainly hadn't expected to nearly lose his husband to a lifetime prison sentence just for speaking a few words of a banned language.
'You don't ever have to feel unsafe,' he said, trying to reassure Ianto. 'Everyone is entitled to be treated fairly.' Jack had been on the reviving end of racist and bigoted treatment more times than he could could and most of it undeserved, but he took umbrage at someone treating Ianto that way.
'Won't change what happened.'
Jack sighed, thinking how unfair life was sometimes. 'No, it won't. But if you worry the whole universe might hate you, we might as we'll go home.'
