Watching Jack talk to weevils instead of spraying them, even though they can't even banter back, drives me nuts. Thus was born this ficlet!
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"Stop taunting the weevil and spray it already!"
"I'm just having a little chat," Jack replied ruggedly.
"Perhaps there's a better time for chatting, Sir?" Ianto suggested, stepping in front of Jack and spraying the weevil with weevil spray.
"Why do you guys have to ruin all my fun?"
"So, how was it? Didja catch the weevil?" Gwen asked Tosh when the brunette arrived back at the hub. Tosh heaved a put-upon sigh.
"Jack had to talk to it, taunting it, until Ianto finally sprayed it and brought it in."
Gwen gave Tosh a sympathetic smile. Watching the Captain play with weevils was like watching a child play with his food. Endearing to very few, frustrating and annoying to many.
"Ahh! I always feel refreshed after a good, simple weevil hunt."
"Ya know, Jack," Gwen smiled, "I've been doing some reading lately about reincarnation. There's a theory that some people are reborn over and over until they learn wisdom and achieve enlightenment."
"Oh yeah...?" Jack didn't know what she was getting at.
"Yah. Ya know, like learning not to taunt the weevils."
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R&R please and thank you!