I Think It's You He's Fond Of, Sir

by rocketninjaslap

Captain Jack Harkness notices a problem with one of his squaddies. A naughty joke, Janto, and potentially wonky army titles. M for Janto, Jack being Jack, and the joke itself. R&R. Original SSB, not her sister's work.

I Think It's You He's Fond Of, Sir (Or Just Take Him In Your Office: A Janto Tale)

A/N: I don't own the characters or the joke, I'm just playing.

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Captain Jack Harkness of the 133 Squadron reviewed his regiment roughly a year ago. He noticed that one of his squaddies had a huge erection. He whispered to his right hand, Sergeant Major Harper, 'Give this man thirty days' leave to go home to his fiancee.'

Three months later, the Captain saw the same young man again sporting a huge erection on the parade ground. 'Harper, give him another thirty days' leave.'

Two months later, exactly the same thing happened.

'Owen, haven't we given this man two damn periods of leave?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Then what's the freakin' problem?' Jack demanded. 'Why has he got that huge erection again?'

Owen whispered in his ear, 'I think it's you he's fond of, sir.'

Jack grinned, grabbing the squaddie by the arm and dashing off towards his office.

'Where are we going, sir?'

I like that, Jack thought. Sir. And he's Welsh. Sexy, sexy Welshman.

'I'm going to give you a personal physical evaluation,' he purred. 'Now, what's your name?'

The Welshman grinned. 'Jones. Ianto Jones.'

The office door clicked shut.

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I got this joke from The Little Black Book Of Dirty Jokes: A Collection of Common Indecencies. I did alter it a tiny bit, with names and the last six lines. But, yeah.

Read and Review; I have a Sherlock story up of the same vein-a joke from the book and Johnlock. Need I persuade you any further?