What Are You Making Now? - Chapter 1 Unravelling
Author's Note: Forgive me, but I couldn't resist a little projection here. I'm always messing up with gauge or misreading the patern so I thought I'd give the great Captain Jack Harkness a similar flaw.
Sequel to:
What Are You Making Now? - Prologue
Um, Jack?
Real Men
~*~
Ianto carried to mugs of coffee up to Jack's office, stifling a yawn with his arm as he stumbled up the stairs. Despite what the team might think, Ianto wasn't a morning person. It didn't help that he and Jack had been up late last night.
Jack, of course, didn't show it. He was sitting behind his desk, as usual, with his knitting, which had become usual. What struck Ianto as unusual was the large pile of kinky, curly yarn on Jack's desk. He was unravelling his work, making the large rectangle disintegrate before Ianto's eyes. He was also muttering what sounded like curses under his breath and barely stopped to snatch the fresh coffee from Ianto.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he flopped in a chair with his own mug of life giving liquid.
"I screwed up."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. I didn't follow the pattern closely enough," Jack grumbled between gulps. "And I got my gauge wrong."
Ianto nodded sagely, hiding his smile in his mug. Even the great Captain had problems.
~*~
Still waiting for that smut muse with her fuzzy handcuffs...
Sequel to:
What Are You Making Now? - Prologue
Um, Jack?
Real Men
~*~
Ianto carried to mugs of coffee up to Jack's office, stifling a yawn with his arm as he stumbled up the stairs. Despite what the team might think, Ianto wasn't a morning person. It didn't help that he and Jack had been up late last night.
Jack, of course, didn't show it. He was sitting behind his desk, as usual, with his knitting, which had become usual. What struck Ianto as unusual was the large pile of kinky, curly yarn on Jack's desk. He was unravelling his work, making the large rectangle disintegrate before Ianto's eyes. He was also muttering what sounded like curses under his breath and barely stopped to snatch the fresh coffee from Ianto.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he flopped in a chair with his own mug of life giving liquid.
"I screwed up."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. I didn't follow the pattern closely enough," Jack grumbled between gulps. "And I got my gauge wrong."
Ianto nodded sagely, hiding his smile in his mug. Even the great Captain had problems.
~*~
Still waiting for that smut muse with her fuzzy handcuffs...