Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 499: Jam at tw100.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in traffic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Arms crossed over his chest, Jack glared through the SUV’s windscreen and huffed in annoyance. “What’s taking so long?”
“It’s called a traffic jam, Jack,” Ianto said patiently. “You know what rush hour’s like.”
“Why do people call it that anyway? How can it be a rush when nobody’s moving?”
“Because everyone’s in a rush to leave work and get home, resulting in nobody getting anywhere fast.”
“Hmpf. It should be called the staying in one place hour. I’m bored.” Jack slid further down in his seat, then back up again a moment later as an idea occurred to him. “Wait a minute, what’re we doing? We don’t have to sit here like everyone else; we have lights and sirens. Flick those on and everyone will have to get out of our way! We’ll be at the Hub in no time!”
Ianto looked at the cars surrounding them on all sides and rolled his eyes. “Even if I was to do that, which I won’t because it would be unethical since we’re not responding to an emergency, exactly where do you think the other cars could go to get out of our way?”
“Told you we need a flying car.”