12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

Comments

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Last I checked I wasn't exactly normal to begin with.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

How did it get turned into molten metal?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He goes quiet again, unconsciously twitching his finger as if he were pulling a trigger]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He takes hold of Jack's hands again, watching him carefully to see whether he'll give a response.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack let's him, his eyes drifting down to Ianto's hands over his own]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...are you going to tell me?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to know.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So you're just going to shut me out?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Like I said before, I'm not in the mood.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He nods slightly, releasing Jack's hands.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Leans back against the table, gripping at the edge again though with nowhere near as much force as before]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...do you need anything?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

....yeah. Just not sure what.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...coffee?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He watches him for a few moments before forcing him to turn around and holding him again.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack let's him, relaxing slightly as he leans back against him, closing his eyes. It's a long moment before he speaks up] When was the last time you practiced?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...has to think about this] Are we talking about on the shooting range, or shooting in general.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Shooting Range.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...not sure. A few months ago?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Want to do it now?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Do you want to?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

If you feel up to it.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He nods, turning to look at the guns, eventually picking one he knows he could use practice with.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack moves in to stand behind Ianto, gently guiding his body into a shooting position. He knows he already has experience with tis, but it never hurts to go over the basics, right?]