Double Drabble: Minor Injury
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badly_knittedTitle: Minor Injury
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 804: Rest at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Set after End of Days.
Summary: Ianto isn’t following doctor’s orders.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oi!” Owen bellowed. “I thought I told you to rest!”
Ianto gave him a look that normally cowed people… Well, it worked on Jack, but apparently Owen was immune. “I took that more as a suggestion than an order.”
“Well it wasn’t. Sit the fuck down before you fall down.”
Rolling his eyes, Ianto continued what he’d been doing. “I’m fine.”
“I’m fine,” Owen mocked. “Says the idiot who almost got his arm torn off by a Weevil.”
“You’re exaggerating. By Weevil standards, that was hardly more than a playful nip.”
“Right, a playful nip that needed twelve stitches.”
“Yes, and now I’m all stitched up, bandaged, and I’ve had my inoculations against Mad Weevil Disease, so like I said, I’m fine. It’s not my first Weevil bite, and it’s far from the worst. Meanwhile, with Jack… away, we’re one man down and the work is piling up. Work I’m perfectly capable of doing even with a few minor punctures in one arm.”
“Who’s the doctor around here?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“Rest that bloody arm, or you’ll tear the stitches out!”
Ianto smirked. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. The last thing I need is more work.”
The End
Ianto gave him a look that normally cowed people… Well, it worked on Jack, but apparently Owen was immune. “I took that more as a suggestion than an order.”
“Well it wasn’t. Sit the fuck down before you fall down.”
Rolling his eyes, Ianto continued what he’d been doing. “I’m fine.”
“I’m fine,” Owen mocked. “Says the idiot who almost got his arm torn off by a Weevil.”
“You’re exaggerating. By Weevil standards, that was hardly more than a playful nip.”
“Right, a playful nip that needed twelve stitches.”
“Yes, and now I’m all stitched up, bandaged, and I’ve had my inoculations against Mad Weevil Disease, so like I said, I’m fine. It’s not my first Weevil bite, and it’s far from the worst. Meanwhile, with Jack… away, we’re one man down and the work is piling up. Work I’m perfectly capable of doing even with a few minor punctures in one arm.”
“Who’s the doctor around here?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“Rest that bloody arm, or you’ll tear the stitches out!”
Ianto smirked. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. The last thing I need is more work.”
The End
