Just a silly little 'fic I've written while watching the election results. Not to be taken seriously at all. Oh, and in my little world Ianto is still alive. Call it creative licence!
Election Night
"Jack, what are you doing?" Ianto asked, stumbling out into his living room and finding Jack glued to the television.
"Watching the election results."
"Why?"
"Because I want to know who is going to be prime minister."
"Why?" Ianto asked again. Confused as to why Jack was watching TV rather than in bed with him.
"Because we will have to work with whoever is going to be prime minister."
"Do you always watch the election results?"
"No, normally I can guess who is going to be PM but this time it is so close."
"It's really not going to make that much difference to us."
"Er, Harold Saxon?"
"Fair point. None of the leaders of the parties are aliens though."
Jack raised his eyebrows and then turned his attention back to the television.
"What? None of them are aliens. Are they?"
"Have you seen the weird thing Gordon Brown does when he swallows? David Cameron is way too smarmy. And Nick Clegg appeared from nowhere, no one even knew what he looked like at the beginning of the election, two words – mind control."
"Jack you are not seriously telling me that the leaders of the three main political parties in the UK are aliens?"
Jack looked serious for a second and then grinned at him. "Nah, course not. It's just David Cameron and Nick Clegg are fairly hot but Gordon Brown, I don't fancy him at all!"
"You are unbelievable. I'm going back to bed."