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[#241] SLIGHT OVERREACTION (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #241 - Stubbornness
Title: Slight overreaction
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings:PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack wishes Ianto would stop being so paranoid about every little warning aboard their ship.
Ianto frowned at the display in front of him. The sensor information didn’t make any sense. He was certainly no expert in the running of a spacecraft, but he knew enough to pay attention to all the warning tones and flashing lights that indicated something outside of normal operating parameters.
Jack must have caught the look on his face as he lounged in the pilot’s seat. Ianto has assumed he was napping because he had his feet resting up on the console with no boots on and had his eyes closed, or at least they had been closed moments ago. Whether Jack was actually napping was debatable. Jack wasn’t one for napping, or sleeping in general. Closing his eyes seemed to be rest enough for him. Maybe it was some kind of fifty-first century genetic adaptation that meant he could put himself into a meditative state, shutting off visual inputs, or maybe it was something he’d learned from a year living in an alien monastery. When it came to Jack and his many quirks, who the hell knew what was the truth. Ianto wasn’t even sure if Jack knew the truth anymore.
‘Problem?’ Jack asked, turning his head towards the co-pilot seat without moving any other part of his body, continuing to laze.
‘Movement down in the cargo bay,’ Ianto reported, still trying to puzzle out the brief but present alert that had popped up on his monitor. ‘It's gone now, though.’
Jack shrugged it off. ‘So don’t worry about, then. We secured everything down there to within an inch of its life. That shipment of goods isn’t going anywhere until we land this baby in about three weeks time. Just relax and enjoy the time off.’
‘Mmm,’ Ianto hummed. Stuck on a ship hurtling through space with barely a pit stop to refuel let alone time to put his feet back on solid ground and smell the scent of fresh, non-recirculated air, wasn’t quite how he’d describe a break. He had gotten through a lot of books, though, many that had been on his list for years. ‘Still, I think we should check it out.’
‘And I'm telling you we don't need to.’
‘What’s the harm?’
‘No harm. It’s just pointless.’
Ianto felt an argument coming on. ‘If it was pointless then why did an alarm go off down there?’
‘Well, I mean if you're going to get uptight about every little warning tone…’
Ianto gritted his teeth. ‘Something set off those alarms. I’m going to go take a look.’ He stood from the chair and moved over to a locked panel where they kept emergency weapons.
‘You’re going to look with a gun?’
Ianto didn't let Jack's teasing tone put him off. ‘It could be space pirates for all we know. They could have sidled up to our ship and used the cargo bay as a weak point for entry.’
‘Ianto, I think I'd know if we’d been boarded by space pirates.’
Ianto slammed the clip into his gun. ‘Will you just listen to me, for once! I know I'm not as experienced at this as you are, but I'm sick of you dismissing me for wanting to be cautious.’ He gripped the gun tightly. ‘Now, I'm going down there to check what set off the alarm. Stay here if you like, but I'm going.’
Jack hated it when Ianto got into a strop. He hadn’t meant to belittle his constant need to play things safe, but ships were cantankerous things that liked to blurt our little warnings and alarms at the slightest disruption. Reacting to every alarm would drive a person crazy.
‘Space pirates,’ Jack muttered, chuckling to himself. Ianto would be back soon, tail between his legs, and apologise for being so stubborn about safety protocols. He leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for his lover’s return.
Jack didn’t sleep, but he opened his eyes again when he realised that ianto had been gone at least an hour. The cargo bay was a good ten minute walk away, but even so, half an hour should have been more than enough. What if…
He jogged all the way, spurred on by concern, and then panicked as he opened the cargo bay hatch to find Ianto lying curled on his side on the floor. He rushed over, gently shaking his lover. ‘Ianto! Wake up!’
Ianto’s head slowly lifted from where it had been cushioned by his arm. ‘Mmh?’
‘Where are they?’
Ianto blinked. ‘Who?’
Jack lowered his voice to a whisper. ‘The space pirates!’ Ianto broke into a grin and then began laughing. Jack was unsettled by the reaction. What had they done to him? He was acting completely hysterical. Jack slapped his face.
‘Ow! What did you do that for?’
‘I need you to focus. Ianto, where did they go? Do they have the override codes?’ Ianto laughed again, unable to stop himself as one fit stopped and another one started up. ‘Ianto!’ Jack hissed. ‘Pull yourself together!’
Ianto eventually composed himself. ‘There's no space pirates. Just a space rat that chewed through some of the webbing, causing one of the cargo pallets to topple. I managed to catch it and dispose of it humanely.’
‘And then?’ Jack asked. ‘You were on the floor unconscious.’
‘Thought I’d teach you a lesson in stubbornness,’ came the reply. ‘Except I think that whilst I was lying there waiting for you to turn up I must've dozed off. Vindication is exhausting work.’
Jack's jaw clenched. ‘That was cruel, even for you. I was really worried you’d been hurt, or worse.’
‘By the space pirates that you insisted didn’t exist?’ Ianto was toying with him now, enjoying the fact that he’d made Jack squirm.
‘Well, they didn't, did they? Just a rat.’
‘And a pallet of cargo that we need to check for breaks and leakages now. Won’t be much good arriving with damaged goods, will it? Now, come give me a hand and promise you won’t ignore me again.’
Title: Slight overreaction
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings:PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack wishes Ianto would stop being so paranoid about every little warning aboard their ship.
Ianto frowned at the display in front of him. The sensor information didn’t make any sense. He was certainly no expert in the running of a spacecraft, but he knew enough to pay attention to all the warning tones and flashing lights that indicated something outside of normal operating parameters.
Jack must have caught the look on his face as he lounged in the pilot’s seat. Ianto has assumed he was napping because he had his feet resting up on the console with no boots on and had his eyes closed, or at least they had been closed moments ago. Whether Jack was actually napping was debatable. Jack wasn’t one for napping, or sleeping in general. Closing his eyes seemed to be rest enough for him. Maybe it was some kind of fifty-first century genetic adaptation that meant he could put himself into a meditative state, shutting off visual inputs, or maybe it was something he’d learned from a year living in an alien monastery. When it came to Jack and his many quirks, who the hell knew what was the truth. Ianto wasn’t even sure if Jack knew the truth anymore.
‘Problem?’ Jack asked, turning his head towards the co-pilot seat without moving any other part of his body, continuing to laze.
‘Movement down in the cargo bay,’ Ianto reported, still trying to puzzle out the brief but present alert that had popped up on his monitor. ‘It's gone now, though.’
Jack shrugged it off. ‘So don’t worry about, then. We secured everything down there to within an inch of its life. That shipment of goods isn’t going anywhere until we land this baby in about three weeks time. Just relax and enjoy the time off.’
‘Mmm,’ Ianto hummed. Stuck on a ship hurtling through space with barely a pit stop to refuel let alone time to put his feet back on solid ground and smell the scent of fresh, non-recirculated air, wasn’t quite how he’d describe a break. He had gotten through a lot of books, though, many that had been on his list for years. ‘Still, I think we should check it out.’
‘And I'm telling you we don't need to.’
‘What’s the harm?’
‘No harm. It’s just pointless.’
Ianto felt an argument coming on. ‘If it was pointless then why did an alarm go off down there?’
‘Well, I mean if you're going to get uptight about every little warning tone…’
Ianto gritted his teeth. ‘Something set off those alarms. I’m going to go take a look.’ He stood from the chair and moved over to a locked panel where they kept emergency weapons.
‘You’re going to look with a gun?’
Ianto didn't let Jack's teasing tone put him off. ‘It could be space pirates for all we know. They could have sidled up to our ship and used the cargo bay as a weak point for entry.’
‘Ianto, I think I'd know if we’d been boarded by space pirates.’
Ianto slammed the clip into his gun. ‘Will you just listen to me, for once! I know I'm not as experienced at this as you are, but I'm sick of you dismissing me for wanting to be cautious.’ He gripped the gun tightly. ‘Now, I'm going down there to check what set off the alarm. Stay here if you like, but I'm going.’
Jack hated it when Ianto got into a strop. He hadn’t meant to belittle his constant need to play things safe, but ships were cantankerous things that liked to blurt our little warnings and alarms at the slightest disruption. Reacting to every alarm would drive a person crazy.
‘Space pirates,’ Jack muttered, chuckling to himself. Ianto would be back soon, tail between his legs, and apologise for being so stubborn about safety protocols. He leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for his lover’s return.
Jack didn’t sleep, but he opened his eyes again when he realised that ianto had been gone at least an hour. The cargo bay was a good ten minute walk away, but even so, half an hour should have been more than enough. What if…
He jogged all the way, spurred on by concern, and then panicked as he opened the cargo bay hatch to find Ianto lying curled on his side on the floor. He rushed over, gently shaking his lover. ‘Ianto! Wake up!’
Ianto’s head slowly lifted from where it had been cushioned by his arm. ‘Mmh?’
‘Where are they?’
Ianto blinked. ‘Who?’
Jack lowered his voice to a whisper. ‘The space pirates!’ Ianto broke into a grin and then began laughing. Jack was unsettled by the reaction. What had they done to him? He was acting completely hysterical. Jack slapped his face.
‘Ow! What did you do that for?’
‘I need you to focus. Ianto, where did they go? Do they have the override codes?’ Ianto laughed again, unable to stop himself as one fit stopped and another one started up. ‘Ianto!’ Jack hissed. ‘Pull yourself together!’
Ianto eventually composed himself. ‘There's no space pirates. Just a space rat that chewed through some of the webbing, causing one of the cargo pallets to topple. I managed to catch it and dispose of it humanely.’
‘And then?’ Jack asked. ‘You were on the floor unconscious.’
‘Thought I’d teach you a lesson in stubbornness,’ came the reply. ‘Except I think that whilst I was lying there waiting for you to turn up I must've dozed off. Vindication is exhausting work.’
Jack's jaw clenched. ‘That was cruel, even for you. I was really worried you’d been hurt, or worse.’
‘By the space pirates that you insisted didn’t exist?’ Ianto was toying with him now, enjoying the fact that he’d made Jack squirm.
‘Well, they didn't, did they? Just a rat.’
‘And a pallet of cargo that we need to check for breaks and leakages now. Won’t be much good arriving with damaged goods, will it? Now, come give me a hand and promise you won’t ignore me again.’
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