• Location: My Desk
• Mood: tired

Double Drabble: Typical

Title: Typical
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 545: Breeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack can always be relied on to make a bad situation worse.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my ‘Ghost of a Chance’ ‘verse.




“Don’t look so worried, Ianto!” Jack said, smiling confidently. “It’ll be a breeze! The Globulans are lovely people, very civilised, very helpful. We’ll have our ship repaired and be on our way in no time; you’ll see.”


Anyone else probably would’ve found that reassuring, but it only made Ianto more worried than before. Any time Jack claimed nothing could go wrong, something always did, usually in the worst possible way and at the worst possible moment. Jack only had to open his mouth and claim everything would be fine for complete disaster to be assured.


This occasion proved that, as if proof were needed.


“You!” said the first Globulan they approached with their request for assistance. “I don’t know how you dare show your face amongst decent folks!” Before Jack could do more than open his mouth to say something that would most likely make their situation even worse, the Globulan drew back both of his right arms and socked Jack right in the jaw, sending him sailing backwards to collapse in a heap, out for the count.


“Excuse me,” Ianto said diffidently. “Out of curiosity, what was that for?”


“He seduced my daughters!”


Ianto sighed. “Of course he did.”



The End