Double Drabble: Missing
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badly_knittedTitle: Missing
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 865: Whisper at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has vanished, and Jack is worried.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ianto? Are you down here?” Jack searched through the archives, but to no avail. He’d already checked the tourist office, the cells, the underground garage, even inside the SUV, the armoury, the kitchenette, the shooting range, the morgue, the medical bay… It was as if Ianto had disappeared off the face of the earth.
Jack hoped that wasn’t the case, he remembered only too well the last time that had happened, and how relieved he’d been when the Doctor had brought him home. He’d barely let his lover out of his sight for weeks after that, had even wanted Ianto to agree to having a tracking chip implanted, but Ianto had put his foot down. Now Jack was wishing he’d insisted.
Ianto’s phone was off, and he’d left it in the kitchenette. He wasn’t wearing his Bluetooth earpiece, and he was nowhere to be found. Worried, Jack plodded up to his office.
“Psst, Jack,” a voice whispered.
“Ianto?”
“Not so loud!”
Jack lowered his voice. “Where are you?”
“Down here,” came the whispered response.
“What are you doing under my desk?”
“Hiding from Gwen. She wants me to pick out table decorations for her wedding! Don’t let her find me!”
The End
Jack hoped that wasn’t the case, he remembered only too well the last time that had happened, and how relieved he’d been when the Doctor had brought him home. He’d barely let his lover out of his sight for weeks after that, had even wanted Ianto to agree to having a tracking chip implanted, but Ianto had put his foot down. Now Jack was wishing he’d insisted.
Ianto’s phone was off, and he’d left it in the kitchenette. He wasn’t wearing his Bluetooth earpiece, and he was nowhere to be found. Worried, Jack plodded up to his office.
“Psst, Jack,” a voice whispered.
“Ianto?”
“Not so loud!”
Jack lowered his voice. “Where are you?”
“Down here,” came the whispered response.
“What are you doing under my desk?”
“Hiding from Gwen. She wants me to pick out table decorations for her wedding! Don’t let her find me!”
The End
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