Double Drabble: Memory Lapse
Title: Memory Lapse
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 564: Slip at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto asked Jack to do one thing…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I’m just slipping out to the post office,” Jack said to Ianto as he passed through the tourist office on his way out. “Is there anything you want me to pick up while I’m there?”
“Well, we’re out of milk if you don’t mind taking a bit of a detour. I’d planned on nipping to the supermarket for some later but as you’re going in that general direction you might as well save me the trouble. Get a four-pint container, the one with the green cap, and make sure you get one with a good date on it.”
“Your wish is my command.” Jack planted a kiss on Ianto’s cheek. “I won’t be long.”
An hour later, Jack arrived back overloaded with bags. By then, Ianto was down in the Hub, getting ready to make coffee as soon as the milk arrived.
“What on earth have you got there?” he asked as Jack started emptying the contents of his bags onto the kitchen table.
“Just a few biscuits and cakes; you wouldn’t believe the bargains! Most of this stuff was reduced.”
“Where’s the milk I asked you to get?”
Jack paused, frowning. “Oops! Must’ve slipped my mind.”
Ianto sighed. “Typical.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 564: Slip at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto asked Jack to do one thing…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I’m just slipping out to the post office,” Jack said to Ianto as he passed through the tourist office on his way out. “Is there anything you want me to pick up while I’m there?”
“Well, we’re out of milk if you don’t mind taking a bit of a detour. I’d planned on nipping to the supermarket for some later but as you’re going in that general direction you might as well save me the trouble. Get a four-pint container, the one with the green cap, and make sure you get one with a good date on it.”
“Your wish is my command.” Jack planted a kiss on Ianto’s cheek. “I won’t be long.”
An hour later, Jack arrived back overloaded with bags. By then, Ianto was down in the Hub, getting ready to make coffee as soon as the milk arrived.
“What on earth have you got there?” he asked as Jack started emptying the contents of his bags onto the kitchen table.
“Just a few biscuits and cakes; you wouldn’t believe the bargains! Most of this stuff was reduced.”
“Where’s the milk I asked you to get?”
Jack paused, frowning. “Oops! Must’ve slipped my mind.”
Ianto sighed. “Typical.”
The End