Disclaimer: Just in case you didn't know, this (Torchwood, Captain Jack, and Ianto – take your pick) does't belong to me. They belong to Russel T. Davies and the BBC and probably some others whose names I do not know. I'm borrowing the boys and will return the same condition I found them in.
Author's Note: Forgive me, but I couldn't resist a little projection here. I'm always messing up with gauge or misreading the pattern so I thought I'd give the great Captain Jack Harkness a similar flaw.
Ianto carried two mugs of coffee up to Jack's office, stifling a yawn with his arm as he stumbled up the stairs. Despite what the team might think, Ianto wasn't a morning person. It didn't help that he and Jack had been up late last night.
Jack, of course, didn't show it. He was sitting behind his desk, as usual, with his knitting, which had become usual. What struck Ianto as unusual was the large pile of kinky, curly yarn on Jack's desk. He was unravelling his work, making the large rectangle disintegrate before Ianto's eyes. He was also muttering what sounded like curses under his breath and barely stopped to snatch the fresh coffee from Ianto.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he flopped in a chair with his own mug of life giving liquid.
"I screwed up."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. I didn't follow the pattern closely enough," Jack grumbled between gulps. "And I got my gauge wrong."
Ianto nodded sagely, hiding his smile in his mug. Even the great Captain had problems.
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