on 2021-03-18 05:52 pm (UTC)
No new words but I've typed up the entire Chapter 17 and posted to AO3. You can read it here (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14172747/chapters/74197287). For those not up to the challenge, a snippet below.

Excerpt:

A few minutes later Jack gasped back to life.

“Don’t tell me,” he said in disgust when the usual disorientation was over. “That miserable little rat shot me.”

“With your own weapon,” Ianto said. “And he took it with him, too.”

Jack muttered something in a language that wouldn’t even exist until another two thousand years or so; yet his tone unmistakably revealed that it wasn’t something to repeat in mixed company.

“Damn it,” he then said, reverting to contemporary English. “I’ve had that Webley for a very long time.”

“Then you shouldn’t have had it on you when interrogating a psychotic killer,” Ianto pointed out. “Have you learned anything worth dying for?”

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