Double Drabble: Kid Essentials
Title: Kid Essentials
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 496: Possession at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: De-aged Captains need more than appropriately sized clothes to keep them happy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Put that back, Jack; it isn’t yours.”
“But I like it!” Jack whined.
“I like lots of things, but I don’t just help myself to them. That’s called stealing, and it’s something we don’t do.”
With a heavy sigh and drooping shoulders, Jack pulled the toy out of his pocket and put it back on the shelf. “You’re taking things though. You’ve got a whole basketful.”
“Yes, but I’m going to pay for them.” Ianto stared thoughtfully down at little Jack.
When the de-aging device had fallen off the shelf in the archives, Jack had gone from an adult to a four-year-old in the space of a heartbeat. Dressing young Jack in some clothes Mica had left at his flat, he’d dragged the boy shopping for something more suitable than gym shorts and t-shirt, knowing it might be several days before the device’s effects wore off. Up until now, Jack had
been behaving reasonably well, excited at getting new clothes, but Ianto realised he’d overlooked something. Kids needed toys to play with.
“Okay, you can have it, but put it in my basket.”
“Yay!”
By the time they left the store, Jack had a bag stuffed with his new possessions.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 496: Possession at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: De-aged Captains need more than appropriately sized clothes to keep them happy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Put that back, Jack; it isn’t yours.”
“But I like it!” Jack whined.
“I like lots of things, but I don’t just help myself to them. That’s called stealing, and it’s something we don’t do.”
With a heavy sigh and drooping shoulders, Jack pulled the toy out of his pocket and put it back on the shelf. “You’re taking things though. You’ve got a whole basketful.”
“Yes, but I’m going to pay for them.” Ianto stared thoughtfully down at little Jack.
When the de-aging device had fallen off the shelf in the archives, Jack had gone from an adult to a four-year-old in the space of a heartbeat. Dressing young Jack in some clothes Mica had left at his flat, he’d dragged the boy shopping for something more suitable than gym shorts and t-shirt, knowing it might be several days before the device’s effects wore off. Up until now, Jack had
been behaving reasonably well, excited at getting new clothes, but Ianto realised he’d overlooked something. Kids needed toys to play with.
“Okay, you can have it, but put it in my basket.”
“Yay!”
By the time they left the store, Jack had a bag stuffed with his new possessions.
The End