TORCHWOOD: This Is Your Life
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find_rightbrainTitle: This Is Your Life
Characters/Pairing: Jack and Rhys, mention of Gwen
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Summary: Torchwood - and Jack - have a habit of showing up in Rhys' life when he least wants them.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer round 2.01.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters, and I'm not making any money from this.
Rhys excused himself from his mates when he saw him walk into the pub, though extricating himself from a half-pissed bachelor party took a minute.
"What do you want?"
Jack flashed him a grin. "I came to buy you a drink."
"Gwen doesn't know wh-"
"Gwen didn't send me."
"Then-"
"I have my ways of locating people."
It was beginning to annoy Rhys that Jack seemed determined not to let him get out a full sentence. He spoke slower this time, very deliberately. "And what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to buy you a drink." Still with that grin, and no one sincerely smiled like that. Rhys restrained the urge to hit him - rather nobly, he thought.
He was silent for a moment. The moment passed, and realization dawned.
"You're here to give me that talk, aren't you?"
Jack had the worst innocent expression of anyone Rhys had ever met, and that included Gwen when she tried to convince him she had no idea where the last beer went or that dishtowel by the stove accidentally set itself on fire. "What talk?"
"Where you tell me if I break her heart, you'll break my legs and so on."
"Can't imagine why you'd think that."
Rhys glowered, and Jack ignored it, rather cheerfully.
"So, how about that drink? ...Incidentally, though, if you do hurt her, I have the ability to retcon you and dump you two countries away. Just a thought."
Rhys once again resisted hitting him, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that told him, This is your life now. Enjoy.
Characters/Pairing: Jack and Rhys, mention of Gwen
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Summary: Torchwood - and Jack - have a habit of showing up in Rhys' life when he least wants them.
Notes: Written for
writerinadrawer round 2.01.Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters, and I'm not making any money from this.
Rhys excused himself from his mates when he saw him walk into the pub, though extricating himself from a half-pissed bachelor party took a minute.
"What do you want?"
Jack flashed him a grin. "I came to buy you a drink."
"Gwen doesn't know wh-"
"Gwen didn't send me."
"Then-"
"I have my ways of locating people."
It was beginning to annoy Rhys that Jack seemed determined not to let him get out a full sentence. He spoke slower this time, very deliberately. "And what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to buy you a drink." Still with that grin, and no one sincerely smiled like that. Rhys restrained the urge to hit him - rather nobly, he thought.
He was silent for a moment. The moment passed, and realization dawned.
"You're here to give me that talk, aren't you?"
Jack had the worst innocent expression of anyone Rhys had ever met, and that included Gwen when she tried to convince him she had no idea where the last beer went or that dishtowel by the stove accidentally set itself on fire. "What talk?"
"Where you tell me if I break her heart, you'll break my legs and so on."
"Can't imagine why you'd think that."
Rhys glowered, and Jack ignored it, rather cheerfully.
"So, how about that drink? ...Incidentally, though, if you do hurt her, I have the ability to retcon you and dump you two countries away. Just a thought."
Rhys once again resisted hitting him, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that told him, This is your life now. Enjoy.
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Date: 2008-04-08 12:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-08 04:40 pm (UTC)