Double Drabble: Sharp Lesson
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badly_knittedTitle: Sharp Lesson
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Ianto’s dad, Jack, OC, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 701: Keen at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is in danger.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The pocketknife was, Ianto supposed, something of a guilty secret. He’d wanted one when he was kid, but his dad had refused to buy it for him, telling him that knives weren’t toys. They were dangerous, and no son of his was going to carry one around with him like some thug.
So, because at the time it had seemed a sensible solution to what Ianto had seen as a problem, he’d stolen one. He’d got away with it too, and after that initial success in shoplifting he’d grown bolder until he’d eventually been caught. There’d been hell to pay from his dad, and most of Ianto’s ill-gotten gains had been confiscated, but the pocketknife had never been discovered.
Ianto was seriously glad of that now. Over the years, he’d honed the blunt blade, giving it a keen edge that could cut through anything, even thick, scaly skin. Gripping it firmly, he plunged the knife deep into the solid arm around his neck that was slowly strangling him.
With a piercing shriek, the alien dropped him, and the rest of the team opened fire, blasting the creature to smithereens.
“Are you alright?” Jack asked.
Ianto nodded. “Always carry a pocketknife.”
The End
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Date: 2022-03-26 06:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-03-26 07:33 pm (UTC)Thank you!