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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 27
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 575 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #24 - Box
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack reached into the darkness, feeling the radiant heat of the thing growing the closer his hand moved towards it. There was no telling how hot it was. Give me your glove? Ianto tugged them from his coat pocket and Jack forced one onto his hand as best he could, confirming Ianto’s statement that his hands were definitely bigger. ‘It’s not the size that counts but what you do with it, right?’ Jack joked, feeling slightly ridiculous as the fabric squeezed his hand uncomfortably.
Once more he reached in and carefully extracted a heavy metal box, angling it so that he could get it out through the narrow gap and set it on the floor between them. He picked up the utility knife and began perusing its features. ‘I’m going to open it up and see what’s inside,’ he said before Ianto could ask the question.
‘Are you sure that’s such a good idea?’
‘Right now it’s a metal box that is giving off a whole lotta heat and we don’t know why or how? Any other suggestions about how we might go about analysing it? None of our equipment detected it inside the house which means it’s either very clever at concealing itself or the box is here to protect it.’
‘Maybe just go slow, okay?’ Ianto said, poising over him with the torch so that he had a clear view of what he was doing.
Jack nodded. They both knew how temperamental alien tech could be, and he was assuming it was alien on account of the tiny rift spikes detected, and the fact that none of their equipment knew what it was. That it didn’t register at all was troubling. At least the box itself looked reasonably simple. It was pockmarked along all four sides with a dozen tiny rivet like screws. He’d have to undo each of them to get the lid open. Clearly whatever was inside wasn’t something anyone wanted or needed access to.
He pulled off the glove to give himself a better grip as he leaned over the box and used the screwdriver tool head on the knife two-handed, to begin twisting the first screw loose. They were tight, but after he’d gotten the first couple loose and brushed them aside, he got into a rhythm. ‘Lefty loosey,’'he muttered as he began working on the next one, twisting the screwdriver in a counter clockwise motion. He was almost all the way through the next screw when he paused, feeling something damp on his hand. ‘Uh, Ianto?’
‘What?’
‘You’re dripping on me.’
It took Ianto a second to realise what Jack had meant. ‘Oh, sorry!’ He grabbed for his handkerchief and wiped his nose, having been so fixated on what Jack was doing as he hovered over him with the torch that he hadn’t even noticed his nose running. ‘It’s the heat.’
‘Well at least you’re not cold anymore.’
‘No, that’s true.’
The next time something dripped on Jack’s hand, he was about to remind Ianto to wipe his nose, until he noticed that it was his own sweat collected on the tip of his nose and not Ianto at all. He brushed an arm quickly across his face and carried on, just a few more screws to go. Once the last one was removed, he slipped the tool underneath the lid and flipped it open, revealing its contents.
‘Woah,’ Ianto remarked, taking it in. ‘What is that?’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 575 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #24 - Box
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack reached into the darkness, feeling the radiant heat of the thing growing the closer his hand moved towards it. There was no telling how hot it was. Give me your glove? Ianto tugged them from his coat pocket and Jack forced one onto his hand as best he could, confirming Ianto’s statement that his hands were definitely bigger. ‘It’s not the size that counts but what you do with it, right?’ Jack joked, feeling slightly ridiculous as the fabric squeezed his hand uncomfortably.
Once more he reached in and carefully extracted a heavy metal box, angling it so that he could get it out through the narrow gap and set it on the floor between them. He picked up the utility knife and began perusing its features. ‘I’m going to open it up and see what’s inside,’ he said before Ianto could ask the question.
‘Are you sure that’s such a good idea?’
‘Right now it’s a metal box that is giving off a whole lotta heat and we don’t know why or how? Any other suggestions about how we might go about analysing it? None of our equipment detected it inside the house which means it’s either very clever at concealing itself or the box is here to protect it.’
‘Maybe just go slow, okay?’ Ianto said, poising over him with the torch so that he had a clear view of what he was doing.
Jack nodded. They both knew how temperamental alien tech could be, and he was assuming it was alien on account of the tiny rift spikes detected, and the fact that none of their equipment knew what it was. That it didn’t register at all was troubling. At least the box itself looked reasonably simple. It was pockmarked along all four sides with a dozen tiny rivet like screws. He’d have to undo each of them to get the lid open. Clearly whatever was inside wasn’t something anyone wanted or needed access to.
He pulled off the glove to give himself a better grip as he leaned over the box and used the screwdriver tool head on the knife two-handed, to begin twisting the first screw loose. They were tight, but after he’d gotten the first couple loose and brushed them aside, he got into a rhythm. ‘Lefty loosey,’'he muttered as he began working on the next one, twisting the screwdriver in a counter clockwise motion. He was almost all the way through the next screw when he paused, feeling something damp on his hand. ‘Uh, Ianto?’
‘What?’
‘You’re dripping on me.’
It took Ianto a second to realise what Jack had meant. ‘Oh, sorry!’ He grabbed for his handkerchief and wiped his nose, having been so fixated on what Jack was doing as he hovered over him with the torch that he hadn’t even noticed his nose running. ‘It’s the heat.’
‘Well at least you’re not cold anymore.’
‘No, that’s true.’
The next time something dripped on Jack’s hand, he was about to remind Ianto to wipe his nose, until he noticed that it was his own sweat collected on the tip of his nose and not Ianto at all. He brushed an arm quickly across his face and carried on, just a few more screws to go. Once the last one was removed, he slipped the tool underneath the lid and flipped it open, revealing its contents.
‘Woah,’ Ianto remarked, taking it in. ‘What is that?’
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Date: 2022-12-27 11:03 am (UTC)