Meet the Meat
Jul. 22nd, 2008 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
custodianTitle: Meet the Meat
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty 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.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which Ianto is rendered nearly speechless, and Jack is unfazed. Blessedly short and shamelessly cracky. Written for the July 21 prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
horizonssing.
“They’re cows,” Ianto said, brow knotted in disbelief.
“You’re good at this nature identification thing,” Jack said with a grin before turning back to the cows. “Don’t mind him. He’s a local.”
“Ah,” the cow replied and gave Ianto a suspicious look. “Don’t you get any funny ideas, boyo. On my home planet, we eat skinny little things like you for breakfast.”
Jack placed a hand on Ianto’s shoulder, and patted the cow on its withers. “Nobody’s eating anybody. Just point me in the direction of your ship, and I’ll give it a looking at.”
The cow nodded, “Yeah, alright. This way.”
“But they’re cows,” Ianto repeated.
“Yep,” Jack said as he followed their guest across the field. “Just wait until you meet the sheep.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty 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.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which Ianto is rendered nearly speechless, and Jack is unfazed. Blessedly short and shamelessly cracky. Written for the July 21 prompt at
horizonssing.“They’re cows,” Ianto said, brow knotted in disbelief.
“You’re good at this nature identification thing,” Jack said with a grin before turning back to the cows. “Don’t mind him. He’s a local.”
“Ah,” the cow replied and gave Ianto a suspicious look. “Don’t you get any funny ideas, boyo. On my home planet, we eat skinny little things like you for breakfast.”
Jack placed a hand on Ianto’s shoulder, and patted the cow on its withers. “Nobody’s eating anybody. Just point me in the direction of your ship, and I’ll give it a looking at.”
The cow nodded, “Yeah, alright. This way.”
“But they’re cows,” Ianto repeated.
“Yep,” Jack said as he followed their guest across the field. “Just wait until you meet the sheep.”