Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 459: Flexible at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is not at all happy with the current situation.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
This was ridiculous; did Jack think he was made of elastic? He was very flexible, true, but certain parts of his anatomy simply weren’t meant to bend like that.
“For pity’s sake, Jack! Try that again and my leg will probably snap like a twig!”
“Sorry, I was just trying to move it out of the way.”
“Maybe you should ask me to move it instead of trying to turn me into a pretzel.”
“Sorry,” Jack repeated. “Can’t see what I’m doing. It’s dark in here!”
“Told you hiding in a crate to catch the smugglers was a dumb idea!”