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celebratinguniqueness) wrote2015-01-04 08:09 pm
celebratinguniqueness) wrote2015-01-04 08:09 pm
Entry tags:
- !prompt,
- fic,
- g,
- humor,
- ianto jones,
- jack harkness
Malcolm The White Fluff
Title: Malcolm The White Fluff
“Ianto? Can you come and clarify something for me please?"
“Of course Jack.” Came that wonderful Welsh accent once more, although Jack wasn't concentrating on Ianto at the moment. He was focusing on the ball of impeccably kept white fluff on his desk, bright blue eyes glaring intently at Jack. He huffed, his arms crossing tightly over his chest, his right knee bending slightly to relieve some weight as he stood, awaiting the presence of Ianto Jones.
The fluff never moved an inch, eyes blinking every minute, which somewhat freaked Jack out. He turned his head as his office door swung open, revealing a smiling Ianto, suit crisp and tie slightly squint, with his hands in his trouser pockets. Jack inclined his head towards the ball of white fluff with an eyebrow raised in question.
“What's that thing on my desk?”
“That Jack,” Ianto started, his smile soon breaking into a small satisfied grin as he walked to Jack's desk towards the 'ball of white fluff'. Jack watched, unsure as to what the thing was or what the hell it was doing in his office. Ianto reached out a hand, elegantly scooping the fluff off of his desk and into his arms,
“is a cat. Malcolm to be precise. I am looking after him for a friend.” Ianto said, petting the cats head with his free hand, emitting loud purrs from the fluff. Ianto smirked,
“Purrs louder than you as well.”
Jack glared playfully.
“Sod off.”
Author: celebratinguniqueness
celebratinguniqueness Rating: G
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 245
Prompt: looking after it for a friend
Warnings/Spoilers: Nothing really
Summary: Jack's encounter with a ball of white fluff
Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood or any of the characters except Malcolm
“Ianto? Can you come and clarify something for me please?"
“Of course Jack.” Came that wonderful Welsh accent once more, although Jack wasn't concentrating on Ianto at the moment. He was focusing on the ball of impeccably kept white fluff on his desk, bright blue eyes glaring intently at Jack. He huffed, his arms crossing tightly over his chest, his right knee bending slightly to relieve some weight as he stood, awaiting the presence of Ianto Jones.
The fluff never moved an inch, eyes blinking every minute, which somewhat freaked Jack out. He turned his head as his office door swung open, revealing a smiling Ianto, suit crisp and tie slightly squint, with his hands in his trouser pockets. Jack inclined his head towards the ball of white fluff with an eyebrow raised in question.
“What's that thing on my desk?”
“That Jack,” Ianto started, his smile soon breaking into a small satisfied grin as he walked to Jack's desk towards the 'ball of white fluff'. Jack watched, unsure as to what the thing was or what the hell it was doing in his office. Ianto reached out a hand, elegantly scooping the fluff off of his desk and into his arms,
“is a cat. Malcolm to be precise. I am looking after him for a friend.” Ianto said, petting the cats head with his free hand, emitting loud purrs from the fluff. Ianto smirked,
“Purrs louder than you as well.”
Jack glared playfully.
“Sod off.”