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Pleased To Meet You
Fandom: Torchwood (shock horror!)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 370
Summary: Torchwood has a way of making private moments very public indeed...
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer Challenge 1.06 - A Private Moment
Pleased To Meet You
Jack returned with their visitor via the invisible lift, waving down to the others and calling, “He’s from the seventy fourth century and he doesn’t speak English, so just try and sound polite, okay?”
When he got no reply, he gave his team a weary look and said, “Look, I know he’s orange. Come on, you’ve dealt with worse than that. His name’s Kreeakkashan Daratyalri Fghanshe and he’s dying to meet you all.”
“I’d just like to say I have no idea how you managed to pronounce that, sir,” Ianto told him, waiting near the base of the fountain.
Jack grinned as the lift reached the floor, saying, “And this from a man who speaks Welsh?”
Kreeakkashan stepped down from the lift, looking around curiously, and Jack hopped down to his side, gesturing at Ianto and switching to another language, rattling something off and finishing (somewhat triumphantly) with, “Ianto Jones.”
Ianto moved forward, already extending a hand, but the orange man came a step closer, took hold of his shoulders, and kissed him.
For a moment, everyone stared. Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and watched appreciatively, then Owen finally said, “Christ, Jack, he’s as bad as you. Don’t you people understand privacy?”
“It’s his people’s way of greeting someone,” Jack explained. “You don’t consider a handshake a private moment, do you?”
“That,” Owen said flatly, “is not a handshake.”
Jack shrugged, folding his arms and tilting his head a little, and told him absently, “Well, he’s from the future. It’s a whole ’nother country, as the saying goes, and they… huh. They…”
“They do things differently there?” Tosh supplied after a few moments, when it became clear that Jack wasn’t going to finish his sentence.
“Mm,” Jack agreed vaguely, though he was starting to frown at the way Ianto’s hands had found their way to Kreeakkashan’s shoulders in response.
“I’m having nothing to do with him,” Owen declared. “I refuse to snog some alien just because he doesn’t shake hands. God knows what kind of diseases he’s got.”
“Loosen up, Owen,” Jack said, with a faint smile.
“Why the hell should I?” Owen snapped back, and Jack turned to him, with a grin.
“Well, he’s only saying hello.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 370
Summary: Torchwood has a way of making private moments very public indeed...
Prompt: For the
writerinadrawer Challenge 1.06 - A Private MomentPleased To Meet You
Jack returned with their visitor via the invisible lift, waving down to the others and calling, “He’s from the seventy fourth century and he doesn’t speak English, so just try and sound polite, okay?”
When he got no reply, he gave his team a weary look and said, “Look, I know he’s orange. Come on, you’ve dealt with worse than that. His name’s Kreeakkashan Daratyalri Fghanshe and he’s dying to meet you all.”
“I’d just like to say I have no idea how you managed to pronounce that, sir,” Ianto told him, waiting near the base of the fountain.
Jack grinned as the lift reached the floor, saying, “And this from a man who speaks Welsh?”
Kreeakkashan stepped down from the lift, looking around curiously, and Jack hopped down to his side, gesturing at Ianto and switching to another language, rattling something off and finishing (somewhat triumphantly) with, “Ianto Jones.”
Ianto moved forward, already extending a hand, but the orange man came a step closer, took hold of his shoulders, and kissed him.
For a moment, everyone stared. Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and watched appreciatively, then Owen finally said, “Christ, Jack, he’s as bad as you. Don’t you people understand privacy?”
“It’s his people’s way of greeting someone,” Jack explained. “You don’t consider a handshake a private moment, do you?”
“That,” Owen said flatly, “is not a handshake.”
Jack shrugged, folding his arms and tilting his head a little, and told him absently, “Well, he’s from the future. It’s a whole ’nother country, as the saying goes, and they… huh. They…”
“They do things differently there?” Tosh supplied after a few moments, when it became clear that Jack wasn’t going to finish his sentence.
“Mm,” Jack agreed vaguely, though he was starting to frown at the way Ianto’s hands had found their way to Kreeakkashan’s shoulders in response.
“I’m having nothing to do with him,” Owen declared. “I refuse to snog some alien just because he doesn’t shake hands. God knows what kind of diseases he’s got.”
“Loosen up, Owen,” Jack said, with a faint smile.
“Why the hell should I?” Owen snapped back, and Jack turned to him, with a grin.
“Well, he’s only saying hello.”