Challenge 689 - Not so surprising
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m_findlowTitle: Not so surprising
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 689 - Element at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Ianto has a surprise in store for Owen. A double drabble.
Jack felt mildly curious as he watched Ianto leap from his desk the moment Owen packed up and left. He'd had the look of being anxious and fidgety about something all afternoon, but now Jack simply had to know what was up. Ianto and sneaky business didn't naturally go together, and if it was sneaky, Jack felt like he wanted in on the action.
'Whatcha doing?' he asked, leaning over the railing, seeing Ianto bend down inside the autopsy bay cupboards fossicking about.
'Retrieving the industrial strength cleaning agents so I can scrub this place from top to bottom. Didn't think Owen was ever going to leave.'
Jack grinned. 'Ah, the old element of surprise. Not that I don't think he'll know it was you who did the Rumplestiltskin overnight cleaning.'
Ianto huffed as he found the bottles of super strength bleach. 'I'm not doing it as a surprise favour! Maybe if Owen cleaned this place properly once in a while! Ever since that Babbaxican came in last week the place has stunk except it seems like I'm the only one who's noticed.'
Jack shrugged. 'Oh. I just assumed Owen had switched colognes.'
'To what? Eau de rotting dead corpse?'
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 689 - Element at
tw100Summary: Ianto has a surprise in store for Owen. A double drabble.
Jack felt mildly curious as he watched Ianto leap from his desk the moment Owen packed up and left. He'd had the look of being anxious and fidgety about something all afternoon, but now Jack simply had to know what was up. Ianto and sneaky business didn't naturally go together, and if it was sneaky, Jack felt like he wanted in on the action.
'Whatcha doing?' he asked, leaning over the railing, seeing Ianto bend down inside the autopsy bay cupboards fossicking about.
'Retrieving the industrial strength cleaning agents so I can scrub this place from top to bottom. Didn't think Owen was ever going to leave.'
Jack grinned. 'Ah, the old element of surprise. Not that I don't think he'll know it was you who did the Rumplestiltskin overnight cleaning.'
Ianto huffed as he found the bottles of super strength bleach. 'I'm not doing it as a surprise favour! Maybe if Owen cleaned this place properly once in a while! Ever since that Babbaxican came in last week the place has stunk except it seems like I'm the only one who's noticed.'
Jack shrugged. 'Oh. I just assumed Owen had switched colognes.'
'To what? Eau de rotting dead corpse?'
