Double Drabble: Bad Words
Title: Bad Words
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Meriel, Nosy, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 488: Swear at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Baby Meriel gives Ianto a shock.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto’s eyes widened in horror; no, that wasn’t possible, Meriel was barely seven months old! Leaving the baby under Nosy’s watchful eye, he scurried off to find Jack, grabbing his husband painfully by the arm.
“Ow!” Jack caught the expression on Ianto’s face. “What’s wrong? Is there something up with Meriel?”
“She swore at me!”
“What? That’s not possible! You must be mistaken!” Meriel was already able to say ‘Dada’ and ‘Fuf’, since Nosy was too much of a mouthful, but she had yet to try any other words.
“You didn’t hear her, Jack! She said ‘fuck’! Well, it came out more as ‘fug’, but… How could she learn something like that? We’re always so careful!”
They’d agreed before their daughter was born that if they felt the need to use strong language in her vicinity, they’d substitute other words, like ‘sugar’ or ‘rats’ or Jack’s favourite non-profanity, ‘gerbil’. He claimed it sounded a lot like a Boeshanian swearword. Where Meriel could have picked up anything rude was a mystery, unless…
“Owen!” they said in unison. It just had to be the acerbic medic’s fault.
“Despite everything he promised!” Ianto ranted. “Teaching our baby to swear!”
“Gerbil!” Jack cursed vehemently.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Meriel, Nosy, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 488: Swear at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Baby Meriel gives Ianto a shock.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto’s eyes widened in horror; no, that wasn’t possible, Meriel was barely seven months old! Leaving the baby under Nosy’s watchful eye, he scurried off to find Jack, grabbing his husband painfully by the arm.
“Ow!” Jack caught the expression on Ianto’s face. “What’s wrong? Is there something up with Meriel?”
“She swore at me!”
“What? That’s not possible! You must be mistaken!” Meriel was already able to say ‘Dada’ and ‘Fuf’, since Nosy was too much of a mouthful, but she had yet to try any other words.
“You didn’t hear her, Jack! She said ‘fuck’! Well, it came out more as ‘fug’, but… How could she learn something like that? We’re always so careful!”
They’d agreed before their daughter was born that if they felt the need to use strong language in her vicinity, they’d substitute other words, like ‘sugar’ or ‘rats’ or Jack’s favourite non-profanity, ‘gerbil’. He claimed it sounded a lot like a Boeshanian swearword. Where Meriel could have picked up anything rude was a mystery, unless…
“Owen!” they said in unison. It just had to be the acerbic medic’s fault.
“Despite everything he promised!” Ianto ranted. “Teaching our baby to swear!”
“Gerbil!” Jack cursed vehemently.
The End