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badly_knitted) wrote2024-06-09 05:44 pm
badly_knitted) wrote2024-06-09 05:44 pm
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Double Drabble: Not A Tantrum
Title: Not A Tantrum
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 816: Temper at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack isn’t dealing well with his disappointment.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“You’re a bit old for temper tantrums, aren’t you?” Ianto asked mildly.
“I’m not having a tantrum!” Jack yelled, stamping his foot.
“Of course not,” Ianto agreed. “You’d never do anything so juvenile.”
“That’s right!” Jack bellowed, kicking his wastebin across the office, where it smacked into the wall. “I have every right to be angry!”
“Of course you do,” Ianto assured his lover. “Some people are totally unreasonable.”
“Damn right! They’re lucky I don’t sue them for everything they’ve got!”
“Well, you know how long court cases can drag on. All that time and money spent on suing them… Wouldn’t really be worth it in the end.”
“That’s the only reason I’m not on the phone to my solicitor right this minute.” Huffing, Jack threw himself into his desk chair so hard it creaked in protest, but thankfully didn’t collapse beneath him. That wouldn’t have improved his mood.
Ianto chose not to point out that Jack didn’t HAVE a solicitor, and neither did Torchwood. Outside the government, beyond the police…
“What you need is a soothing cup of coffee.”
Jack nodded. “Yes.”
Only Jack would get so upset because the drycleaner wouldn’t give his coat back without the ticket.
The End
“I’m not having a tantrum!” Jack yelled, stamping his foot.
“Of course not,” Ianto agreed. “You’d never do anything so juvenile.”
“That’s right!” Jack bellowed, kicking his wastebin across the office, where it smacked into the wall. “I have every right to be angry!”
“Of course you do,” Ianto assured his lover. “Some people are totally unreasonable.”
“Damn right! They’re lucky I don’t sue them for everything they’ve got!”
“Well, you know how long court cases can drag on. All that time and money spent on suing them… Wouldn’t really be worth it in the end.”
“That’s the only reason I’m not on the phone to my solicitor right this minute.” Huffing, Jack threw himself into his desk chair so hard it creaked in protest, but thankfully didn’t collapse beneath him. That wouldn’t have improved his mood.
Ianto chose not to point out that Jack didn’t HAVE a solicitor, and neither did Torchwood. Outside the government, beyond the police…
“What you need is a soothing cup of coffee.”
Jack nodded. “Yes.”
Only Jack would get so upset because the drycleaner wouldn’t give his coat back without the ticket.
The End