Um, Jack?
Author's Note: So, I'm bored again, and I was browsing Ravelry (great sight for knitters and crocheters, if you don't have an account get one!) and saw an interesting category and I clicked ... Which inspired this crackfic. It carries directly on from my story Real Men. It helps to read that first, but it's a drabble I'm sure you'll pick up on it soon! (If anyone's as nuts as me I'll send you the link for the patterns that inspired this!)
A side note: This has already been posted on my fanfiction.net account and in the jackxianto community.
Disclaimer: Mr. Russel T. Davies and the BBC own Torchwood, not me. Though seeing as they don't know what to do with it, I say they don't deserve it.
Ianto came out of the bathroom, enjoying the lingering minty tingle of his toothpaste. Jack was still seated next to the bed, needles clicking sedately.
"Um, Jack?"
"Yes?" The needles never stopped moving.
"Why are you using pink yarn?" Ianto asked tentatively.
"Because it's a good color," Jack explained.
"It's not-?"
"Not what?"
"You're not knitting ... little things?"
The needles stopped suddenly, going still in Jack's hands. "Not exactly."
Ianto let out a relieved sigh. "Well what are you making then?"
Jack held his project up for Ianto's inspection. The Welshman's eyes traveled along the V of fabric that shrank to a thing string.
"Oh ..."
A side note: This has already been posted on my fanfiction.net account and in the jackxianto community.
Disclaimer: Mr. Russel T. Davies and the BBC own Torchwood, not me. Though seeing as they don't know what to do with it, I say they don't deserve it.
Ianto came out of the bathroom, enjoying the lingering minty tingle of his toothpaste. Jack was still seated next to the bed, needles clicking sedately.
"Um, Jack?"
"Yes?" The needles never stopped moving.
"Why are you using pink yarn?" Ianto asked tentatively.
"Because it's a good color," Jack explained.
"It's not-?"
"Not what?"
"You're not knitting ... little things?"
The needles stopped suddenly, going still in Jack's hands. "Not exactly."
Ianto let out a relieved sigh. "Well what are you making then?"
Jack held his project up for Ianto's inspection. The Welshman's eyes traveled along the V of fabric that shrank to a thing string.
"Oh ..."