Ficlet: Rotten Job
Aug. 29th, 2019 07:05 pmTitle: Rotten Job
Author:
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Coat.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Rainy summer weather is making life harder than ever for Torchwood.
Word Count: 500
Content Notes: None necessary.
Written For: Prompt 103: Rot at
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Even for Wales, that greenest of green lands, it was proving to be a wetter than usual summer. Ianto squelched his way back across the field where the Rift’s latest gifts had made landfall, hair plastered to his head, rainwater dripping down the back of his neck. Jack, carrying the other end of the heavy containment unit, didn’t look any better; despite the brisk wind, Coat hung limply about him, its sodden folds too heavy to flounce and flair as it normally would following a successful retrieval.
It had been a cheerless task, braving the pouring rain, unprotected by umbrellas partly because of the gusting wind that would probably have turned them inside out, but mostly because neither of them had a hand available to hold one. The Rift, in Ianto’s opinion, was being entirely perverse, having scattered dozens of hard-skinned, warty objects, ranging in size from egg to cantaloupe melon, across the length and breadth of the muddy field. Jack said they were gubrons, a type of alien fruit like a sweet onion. Ianto didn’t think that sounded particularly appealing.
“Let’s just get them back to the Hub so we can dry out,” he said as they hefted the containment box into the SUV’s boot. “I swear I’m starting to rot from the damp.”
‘You’re not the only one,’ thought Coat, water pouring in steady streams from its hem.
“You’re Welsh; I thought you were used to rain,” Jack teased.
“I’m also used to umbrellas,” Ianto replied, shutting the boot and going around to the driver’s side with a roll of black trash bags to protect the leather seats with. “Here.” He tore off several bags and tossed the roll across to Jack. “Put your Coat in one and cover your seat.”
“Why do I have to cover my seat if I’m taking my Coat off?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Your trouser legs are soaked and your hair’s dripping. You ruin the upholstery and you’ll be in big trouble.” Covering the driver’s seat, Ianto whipped his own coat off, shoved it in a bag, dumped it unceremoniously on the floor in the back, and jumped in the SUV, slamming the door behind him and starting the engine. Jack followed suit, but set his Coat, carefully folded into its bag, on the floor at his feet.
“Damn Owen for using all the towels this morning and not telling me,” Ianto was muttering as he wiped his face and mopped at the front of his hair with his handkerchief, trying to keep water from running into his eyes.
Jack turned the heater up high. “Relax; we’ll be mostly dry by the time we reach the Hub.”
Halfway back to Cardiff, Ianto sniffed the air. “What is that vile smell?”
Sniffing too, Jack twisted in his seat. “Oh no!”
“What?”
“The gubrons! They must be rotting from the damp and heat!”
“Wonderful,” Ianto groaned. “When we get back to the Hub, you can deal with them.” Surely today couldn’t get any worse.
The End
Author:
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Coat.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Rainy summer weather is making life harder than ever for Torchwood.
Word Count: 500
Content Notes: None necessary.
Written For: Prompt 103: Rot at
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Even for Wales, that greenest of green lands, it was proving to be a wetter than usual summer. Ianto squelched his way back across the field where the Rift’s latest gifts had made landfall, hair plastered to his head, rainwater dripping down the back of his neck. Jack, carrying the other end of the heavy containment unit, didn’t look any better; despite the brisk wind, Coat hung limply about him, its sodden folds too heavy to flounce and flair as it normally would following a successful retrieval.
It had been a cheerless task, braving the pouring rain, unprotected by umbrellas partly because of the gusting wind that would probably have turned them inside out, but mostly because neither of them had a hand available to hold one. The Rift, in Ianto’s opinion, was being entirely perverse, having scattered dozens of hard-skinned, warty objects, ranging in size from egg to cantaloupe melon, across the length and breadth of the muddy field. Jack said they were gubrons, a type of alien fruit like a sweet onion. Ianto didn’t think that sounded particularly appealing.
“Let’s just get them back to the Hub so we can dry out,” he said as they hefted the containment box into the SUV’s boot. “I swear I’m starting to rot from the damp.”
‘You’re not the only one,’ thought Coat, water pouring in steady streams from its hem.
“You’re Welsh; I thought you were used to rain,” Jack teased.
“I’m also used to umbrellas,” Ianto replied, shutting the boot and going around to the driver’s side with a roll of black trash bags to protect the leather seats with. “Here.” He tore off several bags and tossed the roll across to Jack. “Put your Coat in one and cover your seat.”
“Why do I have to cover my seat if I’m taking my Coat off?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Your trouser legs are soaked and your hair’s dripping. You ruin the upholstery and you’ll be in big trouble.” Covering the driver’s seat, Ianto whipped his own coat off, shoved it in a bag, dumped it unceremoniously on the floor in the back, and jumped in the SUV, slamming the door behind him and starting the engine. Jack followed suit, but set his Coat, carefully folded into its bag, on the floor at his feet.
“Damn Owen for using all the towels this morning and not telling me,” Ianto was muttering as he wiped his face and mopped at the front of his hair with his handkerchief, trying to keep water from running into his eyes.
Jack turned the heater up high. “Relax; we’ll be mostly dry by the time we reach the Hub.”
Halfway back to Cardiff, Ianto sniffed the air. “What is that vile smell?”
Sniffing too, Jack twisted in his seat. “Oh no!”
“What?”
“The gubrons! They must be rotting from the damp and heat!”
“Wonderful,” Ianto groaned. “When we get back to the Hub, you can deal with them.” Surely today couldn’t get any worse.
The End
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Date: 2019-08-30 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-30 08:00 pm (UTC)Coat will be dried and made comfy.
I think the incinerator is the best place for rotting alien fruit.
Thank you!
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Date: 2019-08-30 07:29 pm (UTC)LOL! Poor Ianto, Jack and the Coat. Thanks for this.
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Date: 2019-08-30 08:04 pm (UTC)Ianto, Jack, and Coat will all get dry and comfy before they have to go out again. Ianto needs to break out the air freshener for the SUV.
Thank you.
(Love your cute Ianto icon!)
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Date: 2019-08-30 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-30 08:53 pm (UTC)Did look a lot like Ianto in the small icon with those bright blue eyes though.
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Date: 2019-08-30 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-30 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-30 10:48 pm (UTC)Need to confess. Though I have no real need for it - I finally ordered one of the Loki figures - it was just too damned tempting/cute - sigh.
Too bad they don't offer Captain Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones figures in the line.
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Date: 2019-08-31 09:36 am (UTC)Awww, I can't blame you he's so adorable.
Yes, too bad =( I have both Funko Pop Jacks and a custom made Ianto Pop a friend got for me. They're cute too, but not bendy.
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Date: 2019-08-31 04:22 pm (UTC)sigh
There are a few Torchwood/MCU crossovers out there - but I don't think that there any currently available that offer the idea of Ianto and Loki are related in some fashion. Honestly there are some really good MCU fics if you're interested. One of the recent best is a story in which Tony Stark and Nebula (played by Karen Gillan) in a sort of father/daughter mentor/student-ish kind of thing. It sounds awkward but in the story it's quite well handled. Frankly TPTB with MCU need to take a page from the fans and actually consider things like logic and reality - cause the more farfetch you make something it needs more grounding in real world to work well. sigh - sorry stepping off my MCU soapbox now
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Date: 2019-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)I hardly have time to read Torchwood stories, never mind MCU, I'm way behind. Anyway, I don't want to spoil myself for the movies anyway, on the off-chance I do eventually get to watch them.
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Date: 2019-08-31 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-31 09:22 pm (UTC)Despite not having seen most of the movies (the first Captain America, Iron Man 1 & 2 and the first Thor are all I've seen), I still watch Agents of SHIELD, and I have no clue what's going on most of the time but Coulson makes me happy. It's nice to drool over someone my age instead of feeling like a dirty old woman drooling over youngsters ;)
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Date: 2019-08-31 09:40 pm (UTC)Captain America Civil War kind of broke the fandom for me. What happened there forever changed my view of Steve Rogers. It also caused me to look back on how Tony Stark had been treated overall in MCU and I can't think rationally in regards to TPTB of the MCU and their personal views on Stark and then finding out the intentions for Endgame in regards to Tony and Steve just made my gut boil with ire.
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Date: 2019-09-01 10:48 am (UTC)I don't think anyone else could be Coulson. I just love him. Of course I've only seen him on SHIELD, not in the movies.
I think I might miss Civil War, because I grew up adoring Cap and I don't want him tarnished in my mind. =(