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16 May 2008 @ 01:19 pm
In the Freezers  
Title: In the Freezers
Author: Greens
Rating: G
Words: 375
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Summary: The freezers aren’t storage for personal property.
Busted! Someone has been caught doing something they shouldn't have.  Some kind of arts and crafts. Excluding headers, the story must be 400 words or less.
Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Torchwood does not belong to me. This makes me sad.
Author's Note: Written for writerinadrawer R2C6.

"Hold it right there!"

The voice was booming, practically an echo throughout the Hub and Ianto froze where he stood.

'Busted.' Ianto thought, his face freezing in a wide-eyed stare, forcing himself to keep from turning back to face the huge voice.

"Where are you going?" the voice was lighter, but it still carried itself throughout the Hub.

Ianto turned around, looking innocent, head cocked back so that he could see Jack standing in the viewing area of the autopsy room.

"I was just... picking up Owen's labcoat." Ianto lied, grabbing the white coat and draping it over his forearm. "Laundry day..."

"Is Monday." Jack countered. "Today is Thursday." Jack smirked, amused as he wondered what other story Ianto would concoct to dance around the truth. "Care to try another?"

"I could." Ianto retorted, eyebrows raised. "But would you believe it?" He could easily read Jack's expression as amusement and not anger.

“Well let’s see.” Jack made his way down to where Ianto stood by the freezers. “The last time... and the time before that, for that matter, I remember specifically saying that the only things that belonged in the freezer were...” Jack lifted his hand to his ear, inviting Ianto to complete the statement.

“The once living and the still living” Ianto muttered to Jack’s amusement.

“The freezers aren’t storage for personal property. No lunches, or snacks, or... oh that one unfortunate time that we were overwhelmed by a ton of uncooked pasta.”

Ianto laughed. “That did go over well for the macaroni art.”

Jack raised an eyebrow.

“You glue it... to paper.” Ianto continued. “It’s quite entertaining actually...”

“I hope that’s not what’s in there now.” Jack folded his arms across his chest with a quick laugh and Ianto shook his head. “Good. Now... take whatever’s in there and keep it with everyone else’s food.”

“I’m almost 100 percent positive that you do not want this in with the rest of the team’s food.” Ianto couldn’t help but laugh now.

Jack followed Ianto over to the freezers as Ianto pulled one open, revealing the contents. Jack stepped back, looking sick.

“What is that!?”

“It’s lunch.” Ianto said. “For the pterodactyl.”

“It’s disgusting.”

“Should I move it now or later?” Ianto teased.

Jack shook his head letting out a soft inaudible laugh. “If you EVER move that to the team refrigerator,” Jack said. “You’re fired.”