Challenge 812 - Interrupted programming
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m_findlowTitle: Interrupted programming
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 812 - Television at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Sometimes there isn't much Torchwood can do to stop alien stuff becoming public. A double drabble.
Things were going from bad to worse as far as Jack was concerned. Not only were his team frantically trying to contain the alien presence, but there were a significant number of witnesses to be dealt with and now several news crews had also turned up and no amount of Jack's threats were going to stop them from sticking their roving reporters in front of a cameraman to film breaking news updates, ready to be telecast live across any number of channels.
Jack tapped his earpiece. ‘Ianto? Are you still there?’
‘No plans to be anywhere else more important,’ came the dry-witted reply. ‘What do you need?’
Jack sighed, watching things spiral out of his control. ‘We've got a bunch of journos here about to start broadcasting aliens to the world. Anything you can do about that?’
Jack could almost hear the smug grin on Ianto's face as keys clicked audibly in the background. ‘Well, I can't stop the broadcast vans anymore than you can manhandle a dozen attractive female reporters who are immune to your charm offensive, but I can disrupt the television station feeds into people's homes. What should I give them to watch instead?’
Jack grinned. ‘QI.’
Things were going from bad to worse as far as Jack was concerned. Not only were his team frantically trying to contain the alien presence, but there were a significant number of witnesses to be dealt with and now several news crews had also turned up and no amount of Jack's threats were going to stop them from sticking their roving reporters in front of a cameraman to film breaking news updates, ready to be telecast live across any number of channels.
Jack tapped his earpiece. ‘Ianto? Are you still there?’
‘No plans to be anywhere else more important,’ came the dry-witted reply. ‘What do you need?’
Jack sighed, watching things spiral out of his control. ‘We've got a bunch of journos here about to start broadcasting aliens to the world. Anything you can do about that?’
Jack could almost hear the smug grin on Ianto's face as keys clicked audibly in the background. ‘Well, I can't stop the broadcast vans anymore than you can manhandle a dozen attractive female reporters who are immune to your charm offensive, but I can disrupt the television station feeds into people's homes. What should I give them to watch instead?’
Jack grinned. ‘QI.’
