Double Drabble: Weird Smell
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badly_knittedTitle: Weird Smell
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto, Myf.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 863: Peculiar at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack’s sharp nose detects a peculiar smell in the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Coming up from his bunker, Jack sniffed the air, reminding Ianto of a meercat warily emerging from its burrow, checking for danger. The image was heightened by the way Jack’s hair was sticking up in disarray, making him look oddly cute and fluffy.
“What’s that smell?” Jack emerged the rest of the way, frowning.
“What smell would that be?”
“That’s what I’m asking. I can smell something… peculiar.”
“You might have to be a bit more specific.” Ianto sniffed the air himself, detecting only the usual Hub aromas of a slightly stinky Pteranodon up in her eyrie, a hint of coffee from the kitchenette, where the machine was brewing their early morning caffeine fix, and a lingering taint from last night’s curry, all overlaid with the spicy scent of Jack’s pheromones. “I’m not smelling anything unusual. Admittedly your sense of smell is keener than mine, but…” Ianto trailed off as he caught a whiff of… something noxious.
“You smell it too, don’t you?”
Ianto nodded. “I do now. What IS that?”
A sound came from somewhere above, reminiscent of a whoopee cushion being sat on. Ianto groaned. “Tell me you didn’t feed Myf the curry leftovers! Never giver her onions!”
The End
“What’s that smell?” Jack emerged the rest of the way, frowning.
“What smell would that be?”
“That’s what I’m asking. I can smell something… peculiar.”
“You might have to be a bit more specific.” Ianto sniffed the air himself, detecting only the usual Hub aromas of a slightly stinky Pteranodon up in her eyrie, a hint of coffee from the kitchenette, where the machine was brewing their early morning caffeine fix, and a lingering taint from last night’s curry, all overlaid with the spicy scent of Jack’s pheromones. “I’m not smelling anything unusual. Admittedly your sense of smell is keener than mine, but…” Ianto trailed off as he caught a whiff of… something noxious.
“You smell it too, don’t you?”
Ianto nodded. “I do now. What IS that?”
A sound came from somewhere above, reminiscent of a whoopee cushion being sat on. Ianto groaned. “Tell me you didn’t feed Myf the curry leftovers! Never giver her onions!”
The End
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