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[#009] FOR LUCK (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #009 – Missed the mark
Title: For luck
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack tries his luck with disastrous consequences.
Ianto had come to expect the unexpected in his travels across the bizarre and unexplored universe, but every now and then, events caught him completely off guard.
One of the things that always made him feel safe traveling to planets unknown was that he had Jack right there beside him. Jack, as a former Time Agent, was well versed in hundreds of cultures and species, and a master of more languages than anyone Ianto had ever met. Where he'd found time to learn everything he had in that short youthful career before he'd met the Doctor and had his whole life spin off at a tangent was sometimes incomprehensible. Still, it gave him assurance that no matter where they went, they'd be okay.
Jack was the friendly sort, though Ianto would sometimes tease him that he was a little too friendly. He was long accustomed to Jack's propensity to flirt with anyone or strike up a conversation with total strangers. Whilst Jack was equally skilled in rubbing someone up the wrong way, it was rare that he did so in anything other than a professional capacity. What Ianto hadn't anticipated was for Jack's friendly, easy-going nature to backfire on him quite so spectacularly.
When Jack had raised a hand and called out to the alien walking towards them along the busy street, Ianto assumed they must have known each other. Jack was forever running into old friends and old flames in their travels.
'Hey! What's green, fuzzy and would probably kill you if it fell out of a tree?' Jack asked. 'A pool table.'
The next few moments were a blur as a large green fist came swinging towards them, hitting Jack square in the face. He stumbled sideways from the sheer force and collided into Ianto who only just managed to keep him upright and to stop them both tumbling in a heap. There was an instant explosion of red from Jack's face where the alien had struck.
Ianto coaxed a slightly incoherent Jack towards the closest bench and seated him down whilst the stars cleared from his vision. Ianto extracted his handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to Jack's heavily bleeding nose.
'Ow ha how!' cried Jack, wincing in pain.
'I'm sorry, cariad,' Ianto replied trying to be as gentle as he could. It was obviously broken, and small wonder given the size of the fist that had hit it. 'I don't think he has fond memories of you.'
Jack cringed, pinching his eyes tightly shut to stop them watering. 'We don't know each other,' he said, though his reply was muffled and nasaly.
Ianto placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. 'Then why would you call out like that?'
'They say it's good luck to tell a joke to an Axaford and make it laugh.'
Ianto bit back on the exasperated sigh that tried to force its way out. 'Well, I daresay some of the jokes you've accumulated through all of your years living on Earth might not have the same effect out in the wider universe as they might in a Welsh pub on a Friday night.'
'Well, I couldn't just tell any old joke,' Jack protested. 'There's a reason it's lucky to make them laugh, and that's because they're generally so hard to crack a smile. I couldn't not give it a try.'
Ianto dabbed at the blood running towards Jack's mouth. 'I never took you for the superstitious kind.'
Jack just shrugged.
Ianto could see exactly why Jack's attempt at humor hadn't gone down so well. The Axaford was eight feet tall, built like a wrestler and might have looked scarier still, had it not been for the long, pale green fur speckled with spots that made it look like it belonged on top of an ice cream cone. He didn't think referring to it as mint choc-chip would have been any funnier. Apparently, implying that it might be overweight had been just as accurate an answer to Jack's joke as the punchline.
Jack's nose began bleeding more profusely, a long stain of thick red running down over his lips, dripping from his chin, spotting the ground as well as his pale blue shirt. Ianto attempted to gently pinch it to try and halt the bleeding, knowing it would be painful.
'Owie!' Jack cried out, unable to hold his tongue as he squirmed and writhed in agony.
'Hold still or you'll only make it worse. I'm trying to be as gentle as I can.' Now wasn't the time to lecture Jack that he had only himself to blame. With Jack's regenerative abilities it might only take a few hours to heal, but that wouldn't stop it from bleeding.
The large Axaford came pondering back over towards them. Ianto feared it wasn't yet done exacting its revenge on Jack so he tried to put his body between it and Jack. If it thought it was going to come back for round two, it was sorely mistaken. He'd probably get pummeled, but chivalry currently overrode his common sense.
As he turned and moved his body between them, he'd forgotten that he was still pinching Jack's nose to try and stem the bleeding. The sudden movement made him accidentally tug Jack's nose sideways, earning more than a mere pained cry from Jack. He let go immediately, hands flying to his own face in horror at what he'd done. 'I'm sorry! Oh, God, I'm so sorry!'
There was a boom of laughter and he twirled to find the Axaford pointing at them and laughing uproariously. It clapped Ianto on the shoulder and gripped his hand in its huge paw, shaking it before wandering off, still chuckling in amusement.
Jack hunched over, gripping Ianto's handkerchief to his face, whimpering in pain. He didn't need a mirror to know he looked bad.
'Well, I don't know if that was lucky,' Ianto began, 'but it appears they prefer slapstick comedy. I daresay you won't be trying that again.'
Title: For luck
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack tries his luck with disastrous consequences.
Ianto had come to expect the unexpected in his travels across the bizarre and unexplored universe, but every now and then, events caught him completely off guard.
One of the things that always made him feel safe traveling to planets unknown was that he had Jack right there beside him. Jack, as a former Time Agent, was well versed in hundreds of cultures and species, and a master of more languages than anyone Ianto had ever met. Where he'd found time to learn everything he had in that short youthful career before he'd met the Doctor and had his whole life spin off at a tangent was sometimes incomprehensible. Still, it gave him assurance that no matter where they went, they'd be okay.
Jack was the friendly sort, though Ianto would sometimes tease him that he was a little too friendly. He was long accustomed to Jack's propensity to flirt with anyone or strike up a conversation with total strangers. Whilst Jack was equally skilled in rubbing someone up the wrong way, it was rare that he did so in anything other than a professional capacity. What Ianto hadn't anticipated was for Jack's friendly, easy-going nature to backfire on him quite so spectacularly.
When Jack had raised a hand and called out to the alien walking towards them along the busy street, Ianto assumed they must have known each other. Jack was forever running into old friends and old flames in their travels.
'Hey! What's green, fuzzy and would probably kill you if it fell out of a tree?' Jack asked. 'A pool table.'
The next few moments were a blur as a large green fist came swinging towards them, hitting Jack square in the face. He stumbled sideways from the sheer force and collided into Ianto who only just managed to keep him upright and to stop them both tumbling in a heap. There was an instant explosion of red from Jack's face where the alien had struck.
Ianto coaxed a slightly incoherent Jack towards the closest bench and seated him down whilst the stars cleared from his vision. Ianto extracted his handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to Jack's heavily bleeding nose.
'Ow ha how!' cried Jack, wincing in pain.
'I'm sorry, cariad,' Ianto replied trying to be as gentle as he could. It was obviously broken, and small wonder given the size of the fist that had hit it. 'I don't think he has fond memories of you.'
Jack cringed, pinching his eyes tightly shut to stop them watering. 'We don't know each other,' he said, though his reply was muffled and nasaly.
Ianto placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. 'Then why would you call out like that?'
'They say it's good luck to tell a joke to an Axaford and make it laugh.'
Ianto bit back on the exasperated sigh that tried to force its way out. 'Well, I daresay some of the jokes you've accumulated through all of your years living on Earth might not have the same effect out in the wider universe as they might in a Welsh pub on a Friday night.'
'Well, I couldn't just tell any old joke,' Jack protested. 'There's a reason it's lucky to make them laugh, and that's because they're generally so hard to crack a smile. I couldn't not give it a try.'
Ianto dabbed at the blood running towards Jack's mouth. 'I never took you for the superstitious kind.'
Jack just shrugged.
Ianto could see exactly why Jack's attempt at humor hadn't gone down so well. The Axaford was eight feet tall, built like a wrestler and might have looked scarier still, had it not been for the long, pale green fur speckled with spots that made it look like it belonged on top of an ice cream cone. He didn't think referring to it as mint choc-chip would have been any funnier. Apparently, implying that it might be overweight had been just as accurate an answer to Jack's joke as the punchline.
Jack's nose began bleeding more profusely, a long stain of thick red running down over his lips, dripping from his chin, spotting the ground as well as his pale blue shirt. Ianto attempted to gently pinch it to try and halt the bleeding, knowing it would be painful.
'Owie!' Jack cried out, unable to hold his tongue as he squirmed and writhed in agony.
'Hold still or you'll only make it worse. I'm trying to be as gentle as I can.' Now wasn't the time to lecture Jack that he had only himself to blame. With Jack's regenerative abilities it might only take a few hours to heal, but that wouldn't stop it from bleeding.
The large Axaford came pondering back over towards them. Ianto feared it wasn't yet done exacting its revenge on Jack so he tried to put his body between it and Jack. If it thought it was going to come back for round two, it was sorely mistaken. He'd probably get pummeled, but chivalry currently overrode his common sense.
As he turned and moved his body between them, he'd forgotten that he was still pinching Jack's nose to try and stem the bleeding. The sudden movement made him accidentally tug Jack's nose sideways, earning more than a mere pained cry from Jack. He let go immediately, hands flying to his own face in horror at what he'd done. 'I'm sorry! Oh, God, I'm so sorry!'
There was a boom of laughter and he twirled to find the Axaford pointing at them and laughing uproariously. It clapped Ianto on the shoulder and gripped his hand in its huge paw, shaking it before wandering off, still chuckling in amusement.
Jack hunched over, gripping Ianto's handkerchief to his face, whimpering in pain. He didn't need a mirror to know he looked bad.
'Well, I don't know if that was lucky,' Ianto began, 'but it appears they prefer slapstick comedy. I daresay you won't be trying that again.'
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