Characters: Jack, Ianto, OC.
Written For: Challenge 487: Romance at tw100.
Summary: Jack has made Valentine’s Day plans, but apparently the aliens didn’t get the memo.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Nothing spoke of romance more clearly than an intimate candlelit dinner for two at the best restaurant in the city. Jack had worked hard planning everything down to the last detail, wanting Ianto to have no reason to doubt how much he was loved and appreciated. It was to have been a wonderful evening, but as usual, Torchwood seemed determined to wreck it.
He and Ianto should’ve been on their way to dinner by now; instead here they were, wrestling an alien that looked like a tangled collection of hubcaps and wire coat hangers with a bad attitude.
“This is so not fair!” Jack gasped, throwing himself on top of the creature and getting poked in the eye for his trouble. “We’re supposed to be going out for dinner! It’s the most romantic night of the year!
“Can’t be helped,” Ianto grunted, trussing the creature up, turning it into a more easily portable bundle. “We should know by now not to make plans in advance. Something like this always happens.”
“Not this time it doesn’t!” Pulling out his phone, Jack called the restaurant to say they’d be an hour late. He’d wine and dine Ianto tonight if it killed him!