A little fic for fanwork friday:

A Night in Cardiff – Sherlock and John run into Jack and Ianto in Cardiff

teaser below the cut

John giggled as he finished off his pint. “I am drunk, in a bar, in Cardiff.”

Sherlock was several sheets to the wind himself and regarded John with a frown. “Why is Cardiff important?”

“It’s Wales. I can’t read the language when I’m sober. Who needs so many consonants?” He wasn’t aware of a few of the locals turning to look at him.

Sherlock, drunk or not, was aware. “John.”

“What? When can we go back to London?” He leaned close to Sherlock and put a hand on his knee. “Or maybe we can go back to the hotel.”

A chair scraped across the floor and one of the locals stood. Before either of them could react, a man in a greatcoat swept in and put an arm around John. “There you are!” Another man in a suit stepped close to Sherlock. The greatcoat smiled at John. “Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?”

John blinked, dazzled. “John Watson.”

“He’s a Captain too,” added Sherlock.

“Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers,” said John, straightening.

“Nice to meet you Captain John Watson. This is Ianto Jones.” John found himself steered out of the bar. “And you must be Sherlock Holmes,” Jack turned to Sherlock.

“John is fine,” he muttered.

“You’re Torchwood.” Sherlock sounded much more sober.

Jack’s smile didn’t fade. “And you’re Mycroft’s infamous little brother.”

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