Worth A Try
Word Count: 100
Summary: New Torchwood members need gun training – Jack's happy to teach them.
Characters: Jack Harkness, I won't tell
Rating: PG
Spoiler: None
Author's Note: Written for the tw100 Challenge #196: F is for firearms.
Disclaimer: I'm not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Torchwood and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.
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"Steady," Jack said and his hands settled on the narrow waist before him. The smell of herbal shampoo and soap embraced him, melting into a heady scent. He grasped inexperienced fingers, tightening them around the gun's butt. "I want you to exhale and squeeze the trigger ..." He leaned closer. "...gently."
The bullet hit the cardboard Weevil's head dead center.
Jack grinned. "Not bad for a first time."
"Remember that," Owen answered, "because if your hands stray any lower, I won't hesitate to shoot again." He turned his head and lowered his eyes to Jack's groin. "And I won't miss."
END
05/11
