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Title: "Not Enough"
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: None
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: It always feels good when you use the right tool for the job.
Ianto stood under the hot spray of his shower and scrubbed away the blood and filth. That was the fifth suit ruined in as many months, and if he managed to salvage the shirt or the tie or – oh god – the shoes it would be a minor miracle. And yet, he was smiling.
He didn’t thrive on adrenaline and he didn’t particularly like a good scrap. What he did like was creating order from the chaos, and tonight he’d done just that. Granted, he’d done it with a semi-automatic pistol, but sometimes file folders and sticky notes just weren’t enough…
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: None
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: It always feels good when you use the right tool for the job.
Ianto stood under the hot spray of his shower and scrubbed away the blood and filth. That was the fifth suit ruined in as many months, and if he managed to salvage the shirt or the tie or – oh god – the shoes it would be a minor miracle. And yet, he was smiling.
He didn’t thrive on adrenaline and he didn’t particularly like a good scrap. What he did like was creating order from the chaos, and tonight he’d done just that. Granted, he’d done it with a semi-automatic pistol, but sometimes file folders and sticky notes just weren’t enough…
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