Double Drabble: Indignity
Title: Indignity
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 506: Push at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack goes looking for Ianto when he fails to return from the archives.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double Drabble.
“Ianto? Are you down here?” Jack called, wandering through one of the lower archive levels. Ianto had gone down there over an hour ago, with a new piece of junk to be stored
“Oh, thank god!” Ianto’s voice drifted back from the far side. “Jack, can you give me a hand with this?”
Following Ianto’s voice, Jack found his missing lover pinned against the wall by the anti-grav trolley, loaded down with Torchwood’s latest acquisition.
“What happened to you?” he asked, trying not to grin at the sight, but failing utterly.
“This thing has a mind of its own!” Ianto nodded to indicate the trolley. His head was the only part of himself he could really move since his arms were tapped between the trolley and his body. “I was pushing it into position for unloading when it suddenly swung sideways. I thought I’d be stuck here all night!”
“Why didn’t you just push it away?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “What d’you think I’ve been trying to do for the past forty-five minutes? The brake must have engaged when the trolley hit me.”
Jack nodded. “Standard safety feature. I’ll have you free in no time. After I take a photo.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 506: Push at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack goes looking for Ianto when he fails to return from the archives.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double Drabble.
“Ianto? Are you down here?” Jack called, wandering through one of the lower archive levels. Ianto had gone down there over an hour ago, with a new piece of junk to be stored
“Oh, thank god!” Ianto’s voice drifted back from the far side. “Jack, can you give me a hand with this?”
Following Ianto’s voice, Jack found his missing lover pinned against the wall by the anti-grav trolley, loaded down with Torchwood’s latest acquisition.
“What happened to you?” he asked, trying not to grin at the sight, but failing utterly.
“This thing has a mind of its own!” Ianto nodded to indicate the trolley. His head was the only part of himself he could really move since his arms were tapped between the trolley and his body. “I was pushing it into position for unloading when it suddenly swung sideways. I thought I’d be stuck here all night!”
“Why didn’t you just push it away?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “What d’you think I’ve been trying to do for the past forty-five minutes? The brake must have engaged when the trolley hit me.”
Jack nodded. “Standard safety feature. I’ll have you free in no time. After I take a photo.”
The End