Title: Truth in Advertisement
Author:
CSIGeekFan
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: K
Spoilers: Subtle spoiler for CoE
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. BBC does. I'm just writing for fun.
Prompt: dailyfics; table f, prompt #4 "ocean"
Author's Notes: Reviews are appreciated. I hope you enjoy.

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"They live in the ocean, Sir," Ianto stated, staring unblinkingly at the sight in front of him. Waving his hand in the creature's general direction, he added,"Therefore, that should be in the ocean."

"Come on, Ianto, where's your imagination?" Jack asked, grinning from ear to ear. "It's great! We don't often get to see one of these guys in real life."

"But Sir… it's just not natural."

"Sure it is. Do you think all advertising is fake?"

"Well, actually… yes. I assumed advertisers simply used their imaginations for things such as this," Ianto replied, finally glancing in Jack's direction. "It never occurred to me that it's all true."

"Of course it's all true! Dogs can talk, cat's can dance, and—"

"And tuna can sing and dance," Ianto finished for him. "I'm not sure I was ready to know that quite yet, Sir. I think maybe I would have liked to live in my dull, uncreative world a little longer."

Ianto felt Jack's arm wrap around his shoulder and harrumphed when Jack murmured, "If you didn't have a little creativity in you, then last night wouldn't have happened."

True. He had been particularly ambitious and imaginative last night. Not an easy feat when handling a man who'd slept with a multitude of men, women, aliens, and other creatures Ianto didn't want to know about.

"I think I might be able to handle it, but… does he have to be standing on his tail, wearing a beret, a bow-tie and glasses?"

Jack heaved a disappointed sigh and said, "All right. I'll send him back."

"Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it."

As Jack flipped a switch, the rift hummed and Charlie the Tuna disappeared.

"I just have one question," Ianto said. "Are all promotional advertisements for television shows real as well?"

"Sure," Jack replied with a shrug. It wasn't like it mattered to him, because he generally didn't watch much telly.

"Well, hell," Ianto muttered, thinking of the 4th episode of his favorite show, for which he'd just seen a promo. "I'm screwed."