Double Drabble: Accidents Happen
Title: Accidents Happen
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 523: Broken at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The SUV is damaged, but who’s to blame?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What d’you mean you broke it?” Ianto stared at Jack incredulously.
“It’s not like I did it on purpose! It was an accident!” Jack said indignantly; didn’t Ianto understand how dangerous their work was? Accidents happened all the time, equipment got broken, that was just the way things were.
“You’d better show me!”
Drooping, Jack led Ianto to the underground garage to view the damage. Sure enough, the rear window of the SUV was a maze of cracks, only holding together by blind luck as far as Ianto could tell.
“How in blazes did you manage to do that?” Ianto studied the window, hands on hips. “It’s toughened safety glass, it’s supposed to be bullet-proof! Did you reverse into something?”
There was no visible damage to the rear bumper or the boot, but there wouldn’t be if Jack had backed up fast into something that was sticking out, a big branch, or maybe a pipe…
“No! I wasn’t even in the SUV!”
“Then how’d it happen?”
“It was a very big Weevil.”
“You’re saying a Weevil did that?”
“No, I think it was my head when the Weevil picked me up and threw me.”
Ianto sighed. “That would do it.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 523: Broken at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The SUV is damaged, but who’s to blame?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What d’you mean you broke it?” Ianto stared at Jack incredulously.
“It’s not like I did it on purpose! It was an accident!” Jack said indignantly; didn’t Ianto understand how dangerous their work was? Accidents happened all the time, equipment got broken, that was just the way things were.
“You’d better show me!”
Drooping, Jack led Ianto to the underground garage to view the damage. Sure enough, the rear window of the SUV was a maze of cracks, only holding together by blind luck as far as Ianto could tell.
“How in blazes did you manage to do that?” Ianto studied the window, hands on hips. “It’s toughened safety glass, it’s supposed to be bullet-proof! Did you reverse into something?”
There was no visible damage to the rear bumper or the boot, but there wouldn’t be if Jack had backed up fast into something that was sticking out, a big branch, or maybe a pipe…
“No! I wasn’t even in the SUV!”
“Then how’d it happen?”
“It was a very big Weevil.”
“You’re saying a Weevil did that?”
“No, I think it was my head when the Weevil picked me up and threw me.”
Ianto sighed. “That would do it.”
The End