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czarina_kitty) wrote2011-02-22 03:34 am
Three Drabbles
Title: Compare (Companion piece to Contrast)
Author: czarina_kitty
Characters: Ianto (John, Jack)
Challenge: tw100 challenge #187—X factor
Rating: PG
Notes: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
He wasn’t his usual type. (Ianto wasn’t completely sure what, exactly, his usual type was—seeing as being attracted to Jack had come as something of a surprise—but he was sure that whatever that type was, John Hart wasn’t it.) The man was loud, brash, cocky, arrogant, and just a little too over the top. (Wait, was that John, or Jack he was thinking about?) But, Ianto had to admit, there was something intriguing about this Captain, something that piqued his interest and drew his attention. He just couldn’t identify what it was—other than John being Jack’s ex.
Title: Contrast (Companion piece to Compare)
Author: czarina_kitty
Characters: Jack (Ianto, Lisa)
Challenge: tw100 challenge #187—X factor
Rating: PG
Notes: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Jack was used to competing against the ex. Everyone had someone in their past, some old flame who set the standard for everyone who came after. Jack could accept that and even be gracious about it. He embraced the late night talks about her perfection and Ianto’s shattered dreams of a future with her. He knew he had nothing to worry about, that he had Ianto-- mind, body, and spirit—and that she was a just a fading memory. At least, he thought she was until he came face to face with Ianto’s ex-girlfriend, alive and in the (metal-enhanced) flesh.
Title: Basic Algebra
Author: czarina_kitty
Characters: Tosh, Ianto
Challenge: tw100 challenge #187—X factor
Rating: G
Notes: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Tosh’s head falls forward onto her crossed arms and she gives a small growl of frustration.
“Everything alright?” Ianto asks, coming up behind her.
“This program won’t run,” she says.
“You’ve been staring at the screen for hours, take a break, I’ll have a look,” he tells her.
Tosh returns 20 minutes later to find her desk chair empty and the mainframe happily cataloguing alien consonant clusters. “You fixed it,” she says to Ianto, disbelievingly.
“You did all the work,” he tells her. “I just made one little change.”
“What was the problem?”
“You forgot to factor out the x.”
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I liked all three of them, very left-field use of the prompt in all of them :)
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