Double Drabble: In A Flap
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badly_knittedTitle: In A Flap
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 840: Round at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Poor Ianto is having a difficult time thanks to the latest tech mishap.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“There you are!” Jack said cheerfully, as if he’d just won a round of Naked Hide and Seek. “What’re you doing hiding away down here?”
Ianto arched an eyebrow. “I’m not hiding, Jack, I’m working. There’s a difference.”
“Working. Right.” Jack grinned. “That’s why you’ve been down here all day. You didn’t even surface for lunch.”
“Didn’t need to; I brought some snacks down with me. Besides, it’s not as if you lot were in danger of starving. You’re perfectly capable of feeding yourselves, or even going out to eat. With the Rift quiet, I’m not needed upstairs, so I thought I might as well get on with things down here.”
“All very logical, Mister Jones,” Jack said grinning. “Now why are you really hiding down here?”
Ianto scowled at his lover. “I already told you, I’m not hiding, I’m just… removing temptation until things go back to normal.”
“Temptation?”
“You know what I’m talking about! Owen keeps wanting to run more tests, and Gwen is forever stroking me.” Ianto’s wings lifted and spread in agitation. “She’s driving me round the bend!”
“Why don’t I send the others home?”
“Thank you. The dust down here is making my feathers itch.”
The End
Ianto arched an eyebrow. “I’m not hiding, Jack, I’m working. There’s a difference.”
“Working. Right.” Jack grinned. “That’s why you’ve been down here all day. You didn’t even surface for lunch.”
“Didn’t need to; I brought some snacks down with me. Besides, it’s not as if you lot were in danger of starving. You’re perfectly capable of feeding yourselves, or even going out to eat. With the Rift quiet, I’m not needed upstairs, so I thought I might as well get on with things down here.”
“All very logical, Mister Jones,” Jack said grinning. “Now why are you really hiding down here?”
Ianto scowled at his lover. “I already told you, I’m not hiding, I’m just… removing temptation until things go back to normal.”
“Temptation?”
“You know what I’m talking about! Owen keeps wanting to run more tests, and Gwen is forever stroking me.” Ianto’s wings lifted and spread in agitation. “She’s driving me round the bend!”
“Why don’t I send the others home?”
“Thank you. The dust down here is making my feathers itch.”
The End
