Author's Notes:
My fourth and final drabble for Challenge 410: Hand at tw100.

Summary: Jack is having much more fun following an accident with alien tech than Ianto is.

It was disconcerting, Ianto decided. That was the only way to describe it. He was accustomed to the peculiarities mishandled alien tech sometimes inflicted on the team, it’d happened more times than he could remember offhand, but this…

He winced at his choice of phrase; ‘hand’ and ‘off’ were not words he wanted to hear together right now. He watched the shadows, unsure where Jack’s detachable hand might accost him from next.

Something touched his arm and he yelped, jumping about a foot.

“Ianto? Are you okay?” asked Tosh.

“No! It’s like being stalked and groped by Thing!” Ianto complained.

The End