littledoglaughed

Title: Dead Men Don't Need Pockets
Author:

rustydog
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Ratings/warnings: PG13 for mature concepts
Notes: Written for

tw100 challenge #147 Pockets. The actual proverb referenced in the title goes something like, "Our last garment is made without pockets."

"Jack, what's the worst place you've ever... come back?"

They'd exhausted themselves, and Jack knew Ianto was drowsy, but still the man wanted to talk. And what kind of a question was that, anyway?

"I knew this necrophiliac once, now that was interesting... though not bad, actually."

Silence. Either Ianto was offended by the obvious brush-off, or he was asleep. Jack mumbled something about being trapped in the dark, then rolled over and fell asleep himself.

But he had underestimated Ianto, apparently. After that night, Jack found his coat pockets were always supplied with a nutrition bar and a glowstick.