Double Drabbles: More Problems
Title: More Problems
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 498: More at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Alien tech is making life difficult for Ianto. Again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto could hear another argument in full swing as he came up from the archives, where he’d been researching the latest piece of tech to cause problems. What the heck were they fighting about this time? The Hub had never been so noisy.
“Shut up!” he yelled at the top of his voice. Silence immediately fell and four pairs of eyes turned guiltily towards him. “That’s better. Now what’s all the shouting about?”
“He ate the last Hobnob!” one voice complained.
“Well you drank my coffee!” a second voice whined.
“Did not! That was my coffee!”
“At least the rest of you got more than one measly slice of pizza each,” a third said with a pout. “I’m starving!”
The shouting resumed, all four striving to make themselves heard, each with their own string of grievances, expecting Ianto to sort everything out.
“BE QUIET!” he bellowed again, sighing with relief as four mouths snapped shut. “I’ll order extra pizzas, there are more Hobnobs in the kitchen cupboard, and I’ll make fresh coffee for all of you, okay?”
“Thanks, Ianto!” Four beaming smiles met his gaze.
Ianto groaned. Tosh better fix this fast; four Jacks were more than he could handle.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 498: More at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Alien tech is making life difficult for Ianto. Again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto could hear another argument in full swing as he came up from the archives, where he’d been researching the latest piece of tech to cause problems. What the heck were they fighting about this time? The Hub had never been so noisy.
“Shut up!” he yelled at the top of his voice. Silence immediately fell and four pairs of eyes turned guiltily towards him. “That’s better. Now what’s all the shouting about?”
“He ate the last Hobnob!” one voice complained.
“Well you drank my coffee!” a second voice whined.
“Did not! That was my coffee!”
“At least the rest of you got more than one measly slice of pizza each,” a third said with a pout. “I’m starving!”
The shouting resumed, all four striving to make themselves heard, each with their own string of grievances, expecting Ianto to sort everything out.
“BE QUIET!” he bellowed again, sighing with relief as four mouths snapped shut. “I’ll order extra pizzas, there are more Hobnobs in the kitchen cupboard, and I’ll make fresh coffee for all of you, okay?”
“Thanks, Ianto!” Four beaming smiles met his gaze.
Ianto groaned. Tosh better fix this fast; four Jacks were more than he could handle.
The End