"Out of His Range"
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custodianTitle: "Out of His Range"
Rating: PG on my scale. R on the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_central scale. Nudity. Innuendo.
Pairing: Possible Jack/George or Jack/Ianto if you squint and back up a few paces.
Summary: Ianto arrives one morning to discover Jack keeping a disconcertingly nude guest. Hijinks ensue. Torchwood/Being Human crossover formission_central Mission 0001: "Capture Werewolf."
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash good looking men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle. (Addendum: I may have been drinking.)
“A werewolf,” Ianto repeated, giving the naked man in the cell a decidedly skeptical look.
“Yep.” Jack grinned. “Werewolf. Claws, teeth, goes a bit mad around the full moon. Also, he’s got a great arse. Picked him up last night.”
“I’ll bet you did, sir.” Ianto eased the cell door open and picked grumpily through the heap of clothes in the near corner until he found a battered wallet. “Well, this says his name’s George. And he’s a bit out of his normal range. His work ID is for a hospital all the way over in Bristol.”
“Any emergency contacts?” Jack asked absently, his attention still clearly focused on George’s finer attributes.
“Just a number for someone called Mitchell. Bristol again. Shall I give it a call?”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Jack’s head tilted to the side as he gave a low whistle. “Damn.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and tucked the wallet into his jacket pocket. “Instant for a week,” he muttered under his breath and went to make the call.
Rating: PG on my scale. R on the
mission_central scale. Nudity. Innuendo.Pairing: Possible Jack/George or Jack/Ianto if you squint and back up a few paces.
Summary: Ianto arrives one morning to discover Jack keeping a disconcertingly nude guest. Hijinks ensue. Torchwood/Being Human crossover for
mission_central Mission 0001: "Capture Werewolf."Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash good looking men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle. (Addendum: I may have been drinking.)
“A werewolf,” Ianto repeated, giving the naked man in the cell a decidedly skeptical look.
“Yep.” Jack grinned. “Werewolf. Claws, teeth, goes a bit mad around the full moon. Also, he’s got a great arse. Picked him up last night.”
“I’ll bet you did, sir.” Ianto eased the cell door open and picked grumpily through the heap of clothes in the near corner until he found a battered wallet. “Well, this says his name’s George. And he’s a bit out of his normal range. His work ID is for a hospital all the way over in Bristol.”
“Any emergency contacts?” Jack asked absently, his attention still clearly focused on George’s finer attributes.
“Just a number for someone called Mitchell. Bristol again. Shall I give it a call?”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Jack’s head tilted to the side as he gave a low whistle. “Damn.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and tucked the wallet into his jacket pocket. “Instant for a week,” he muttered under his breath and went to make the call.