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The Element of Surprise
Fandom: Torchwood (shock horror!)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 515
Summary: It's just another mission out in the woods...
Prompt: Jantolution Challenge #10, FLUFF (plus Ewok)
The Element of Surprise
“I don’t think we’re gonna find anything,” Jack said, looking round at the surrounding trees again. “Whatever came through has probably moved on by now.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Ianto reminded him, giving the scanner another whack. It still refused to cooperate, flickering on and off and then out completely.
“Got anything?” Jack asked pointedly, and Ianto shot him a weary look. “Thought not.”
Sighing, Ianto put the scanner away in his backpack and put his hands on his hips, looking around and saying thoughtfully, “There must be some sign which way it went. See if you can find any tracks in the soil.”
“Just ours,” Jack told him, and moved over, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “You know, there’s nobody around for miles. While we’re here –”
“Where exactly are you going with this?” Ianto interrupted, smiling slightly as he turned to look at him, and Jack darted forward to steal a kiss. Ianto let him, and Jack pulled him closer, then promptly sent them both stumbling back against a tree, already working hard at getting Ianto’s jacket off. They turned together, rolling around the tree trunk to the other side, and Jack pulled his jacket free, then pushed him down into the grass and bluebells, falling with him and throwing the jacket aside carelessly.
Ianto shoved him up a little, starting to complain about that, but his jacket hit a few sticks leaning together by the tree, knocking them down, and all of a sudden a net swept up from under them and hoisted them unceremoniously into the air. They both let out a yelp of surprise, then struggled breathlessly, tangled up in each other and the ropes around them. Ianto managed to worm one arm out from being trapped painfully between the two of them, and got it through one of the gaps in the net, but that certainly didn’t help them. From the way Jack was swearing under his breath Ianto guessed he wasn’t having any better luck.
“This,” Ianto gasped, making Jack squirm to look at him, “is why I should never let you have your way.”
There was a rustle below them, and they both twisted desperately to look down, starting the net spinning wildly.
From the undergrowth, small bear-like creatures carrying worryingly sharp-looking spears were appearing, jumping up and down with glee at the sight of their catch and congratulating each other with little growls and pats. Ianto looked back at Jack.
“Tell me,” he said flatly, “that we did not just get caught by Ewoks. I can foresee a few problems in our report, Jack, starting with the fact that they’re fictional. Aren’t. They.”
Jack gave him a sheepish grin, and said, “Did I ever tell you about the time I met George Lucas?”
“No,” Ianto moaned, closing his eyes and making a valiant attempt to beat his head against the net. “No, no, no…”
“Have to say,” Jack added, looking down at the creatures dancing below them, “those costumes were really accurate.”
Despite the net, Ianto managed to hit him.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 515
Summary: It's just another mission out in the woods...
Prompt: Jantolution Challenge #10, FLUFF (plus Ewok)
The Element of Surprise
“I don’t think we’re gonna find anything,” Jack said, looking round at the surrounding trees again. “Whatever came through has probably moved on by now.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Ianto reminded him, giving the scanner another whack. It still refused to cooperate, flickering on and off and then out completely.
“Got anything?” Jack asked pointedly, and Ianto shot him a weary look. “Thought not.”
Sighing, Ianto put the scanner away in his backpack and put his hands on his hips, looking around and saying thoughtfully, “There must be some sign which way it went. See if you can find any tracks in the soil.”
“Just ours,” Jack told him, and moved over, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “You know, there’s nobody around for miles. While we’re here –”
“Where exactly are you going with this?” Ianto interrupted, smiling slightly as he turned to look at him, and Jack darted forward to steal a kiss. Ianto let him, and Jack pulled him closer, then promptly sent them both stumbling back against a tree, already working hard at getting Ianto’s jacket off. They turned together, rolling around the tree trunk to the other side, and Jack pulled his jacket free, then pushed him down into the grass and bluebells, falling with him and throwing the jacket aside carelessly.
Ianto shoved him up a little, starting to complain about that, but his jacket hit a few sticks leaning together by the tree, knocking them down, and all of a sudden a net swept up from under them and hoisted them unceremoniously into the air. They both let out a yelp of surprise, then struggled breathlessly, tangled up in each other and the ropes around them. Ianto managed to worm one arm out from being trapped painfully between the two of them, and got it through one of the gaps in the net, but that certainly didn’t help them. From the way Jack was swearing under his breath Ianto guessed he wasn’t having any better luck.
“This,” Ianto gasped, making Jack squirm to look at him, “is why I should never let you have your way.”
There was a rustle below them, and they both twisted desperately to look down, starting the net spinning wildly.
From the undergrowth, small bear-like creatures carrying worryingly sharp-looking spears were appearing, jumping up and down with glee at the sight of their catch and congratulating each other with little growls and pats. Ianto looked back at Jack.
“Tell me,” he said flatly, “that we did not just get caught by Ewoks. I can foresee a few problems in our report, Jack, starting with the fact that they’re fictional. Aren’t. They.”
Jack gave him a sheepish grin, and said, “Did I ever tell you about the time I met George Lucas?”
“No,” Ianto moaned, closing his eyes and making a valiant attempt to beat his head against the net. “No, no, no…”
“Have to say,” Jack added, looking down at the creatures dancing below them, “those costumes were really accurate.”
Despite the net, Ianto managed to hit him.