Chapter Text
Grease Is The Way We Are Feeling
by PEJA
It had all seemed so average. Torchwood average, though tends to be slightly off filter, and this was no different.
Jack had sent every one home after tracking down a merry gang of space wackos who where spreading a panic all over the countryside. They'd taken in a multitude of alien gadgets and Jack had been excited to get a handle on what the things did.
Alone in the explosive safe lab, he'd been poking, prodding and disassembling the things for several hours with pretty dismal results. Most of the things turned out to be harmless toys...like the silly video games humans had developed such a fascination for over the last decade or two.
Three hours into his investigation, Jack picked up a flat matte surfaced metallic ball. As he turned it in his hands, one of the panels slipped and the ball began to flash in a rainbow of colors. A low buzz sounded, building in volume until Jack had to drop the ball and clap his hands over his ears, blocking the sounds as best he could
The sounds and lights plucked at his mind, clouding his thoughts, barricading his ability to command his body. Mind awhirl, Jack went down hard on his knees.
All around him the lights and sounds blasted and battered him, driving him into a huddled mass on the floor. And finally driving him to unconsciousness.
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Owen and Ianto found Jack, arms and legs sprawled out from the chair where he sat. To the casual eye all looked normal. Torchwood normal.
But Jack had lost his prized long coat, exchanging it for a biker's jacket. His hair, was greased like a teen from the sixties, several strands curling over his left eye.
"Hey, man," Jack said, pulling pack of cigarettes from him white t-shirt pocket and lighting up. He tossed the match on the floor, grinning. "Anyone seen my hog around here?"
"Jack?" Ianto gasped in horror..
"Oh, baby, baby, baby..." Jack seemed to drift to his feet. He sauntered to the shocked man and wrapped an arm around his waist. "What a pretty boy," His fingertips traced Ianto's lean features before he captured his jaw and ravished his mouth.
Ianto flapped his arms, struggling against the pass, but he'd loved Jack from afar too long and the man's commanding kiss was too intoxicating. Ianto melted against the other man, his fingers tangling in the sweet smelling leather.
Owen could only shake his head "Welcome to creepy town." He muttered through a sigh.
end part 1
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