Ficlet: Lucky Escape

[badly_knitted]

 



Title: Lucky Escape
Author: badly_knitted 
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has a very lucky escape.
Word Count: 533
Written For: My own prompt ‘Any, any, the sound of smashing crockery,’ at fic_promptly .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.





The sound of smashing crockery is loud in the silence of the Hub, and Jack leaps to his feet, paperwork forgotten. To be fair, it doesn’t usually take much to distract him from paperwork anyway, he’ll use any excuse to put it off until later, or never, but this sounds serious.


Dashing out of his office and heading in the direction of the crash as fast as is humanly possible, he arrives in the kitchen area, breathless, to be confronted by an alarming sight.


Ianto is slumped on the floor holding one hand to his head, blood trickling between his fingers. There are shards of chinaware all around him and it looks like he’s cut his hand as well.


“What happened?”


Ianto seems dazed, blinking at Jack several times before appearing to register that he’s been asked a question.


“What?”


“I said, what happened?” Jack repeats.


“Oh, sorry, my ears are ringing, it’s a bit hard to hear.”


“Ianto…”


“I’m okay, I think I just got clipped by the door.” He waves his hand towards the wall cabinet, which is now hanging precariously half off the wall. When it makes an ominous creaking noise, Jack darts forward, scoops Ianto up, and hauls him out of harm’s way. It’s just in time, as the cabinet surrenders to gravity and falls, smashing onto the concrete right where Ianto had been sitting seconds before. “Oh, that was close!” Ianto sounds awed. “Thanks, Jack.”


“You’re welcome.”


“All I did was put the mugs away. Turned my back on it and…” Ianto throws his arms in the air, narrowly avoiding hitting Jack in the face. “Crash! You know?”


“I know,” Jack agrees. “Why don’t we go over to the sofa and I’ll call Owen. I think you might need a few stitches.”


“But I have to clean up the mess.”


“It’s not going anywhere.”


Ianto seems a bit unsure about that. “It isn’t?”


“No, not without help.”


“Who’s going to help it?”


“Nobody right now.”


“I hope nobody will be careful. They might get cut.”


Jack steers Ianto to the sofa, sits him down, and calls Owen, who’s not terribly pleased at having to return to the Hub when he’s only just left, but at least he’s only had one pint so he’s still capable of stitching Ianto’s head and hand.


“Mild concussion,” he diagnoses. “You know the drill.”


Jack nods; they’ve all been here before. “I’ll look after him. Enjoy your evening.”


After Owen leaves, Jack cleans up the mess; tomorrow, he’ll let Ianto order new crockery, but they’re not having another cupboard on that wall; it’s too dangerous. Sheepishly he thinks of his blue and white striped mug, sitting on his desk in his office, the only piece of crockery to survive the carnage aside from one miraculously undamaged plate. He feels a bit guilty and hopes none of the others were too attached to their mugs.


Ianto had a lucky escape; if he hadn’t already been walking away when the cupboard started to fall, it could have been a lot worse. As he settles beside his lover on the sofa and wraps one arm around him, Jack prays that Ianto will always be so lucky.



The End

Comments

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

I am really, really scared right now.

LJ's threatening to get rid of me. I've written them an email, explaining my situation, but I'm afraid to send it.

I'm falling apart, and i'm trying not to,but I'm so cared.

[badly_knitted]

I know, I read your post *hugs* I hope you send your reply, because they need to know your side of things. It's so unfair! *hugs*

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

*shaking in fear* I just sent it a minute ago. Oh, God, I'm so frightened. :( I'm going through all my communities, saving things to WordPad, just to be safe. I don't know what I'll do if they kick me off. I don't need this to keep happening.

[badly_knitted]

If they do, which I sincerely hope they don't, remember they can't touch you here at dreamwidth. I know it's not the same, but at least they can't take this away from you. *hugs you tight* Hang in there, just get as much saved as you can to be on the safe side. Backups are always a good idea anyway.

I don't see how they can justify kicking you out when you haven't violated any ban, you've avoided the person and you changed names for your own protection. =(

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

I don't understand it. It's like I Have this huge target on my back, and everyone's gunning for me. I was never banned; I was merely put into read-only, and that's not the same thing, that i know of. (Sorry; typoing like mad, but I cant help it.)

I Hope I'm safe over here; she's here, too. So I'm still scared.

[badly_knitted]

If she targets you here, you can ban her from your journal, surely.

I don't understand the system on LJ, but if you were banned in any way, I would think they would have told you so. It sucks =(

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

I banned her as soon as I got this account. Better safe than...but she can still find that I have an account here, and then send the site's moderators after me, and make all Hell break lose, as she already did over there.

They couldn't tell me on my old account, as I don't have the email address anymore that I used to sign up for it. I'm just dreading seeing my IP address itself being kicked out, as you thought was happening to you a few months back.

This is just so fucked-up. I'll be the first to admit I'm good at bearing grudges (and I'm not proud of it), but this is bordering on psychotic.

[badly_knitted]

But if she comes after you here, it would be false accusations, and the mods here are a lot more approachable.

Ah, not having the email address probably didn't help with communication. I just really hope this can be sorted out, and quickly. *hugs*

None of us are perfect, I have my fair share of character flaws that I'm not proud of =/

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

Yeah, at least there's that; I've kept myself to myself over here, for the most part.

Yep, that email address was one I'd gotten in around 2007, and had switched my LJ address to that one. And then I lost Internet access for a few years, so it died from lack of use. They probably got an error message back. Still, I can say with total honesty that I never received an email from them.

[badly_knitted]

There's that at least! I only have the one email I use. Too much is connected to it to make changing it easy.

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

I have two, but I hardly use the one. It sort of acts primarily as my spam filter.

There's a thing here from LJ replying to a support request...which I didn't send. O.o When I emailed them and said that I hadn't sent one, I got another one. And I'm scared as all get-out to open the damn thing; I'm afraid of what it will say. My hands are clammy and icy; that's how scared I am. Fuck.

[badly_knitted]

I know that feeling all too well, I get like that when brown envelopes arrive because they're usually about benefits. So this time they sent the form in a white envelope...

*hugs*

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

That figures; that would wind up happening. And I totally understand; it's a feeling I know whenever we get an envelope with my name on it from Social Services.

*hugggggggggg* Thanks for listening; I know you've got enough on your plate right now, and I hate that my own problems are getting underfoot.

[badly_knitted]

Friends support each other, no matter what else is going on *hugs* Puts my own problems into perspective because I know I'm not the only one having a tough time. Just wish I could make everything better for you. *hugs*

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

<3 I wish I could make your troubles better, too. *hugggggg* You've been such a huge source of support; I'm glad I was able to find a friend again after the blow-up. I don't know how I could get through this on my own.

[badly_knitted]

Thank you, I'm just glad I can be here for you. ♥