Double Drabble: Headbanger
Title: Headbanger
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 718: Crack at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto’s job is rife with unexpected hazards.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Cleaning was not supposed to be such a hazardous job, Ianto thought as he rubbed the back of his head. He’d been on his knees, halfway under Jack’s desk, retrieving what looked like a sweet wrapper, when Jack had come into the office and, giving in to temptation, had grabbed his arse with both hands. Unsurprisingly, that had startled Ianto enough that he’d momentarily forgotten where he was and sat up straight, cracking his head on the underside of the desk and almost knocking himself out.
“Ow,” he complained, backing out carefully, one hand still protectively covering his abused skull. “Thanks for that, Jack.” His sarcastic tone made it clear he meant the opposite.
“Sorry. My hands have a mind of their own. Are you alright?” At least Jack had the decency to sound genuinely concerned.
“No. My head hurts, I probably have a concussion, and there’s still a sweet wrapper under your desk.”
Jack moved him aside. “I’ll get it for you.” He disappeared under the desk, arse in the air.
Ianto considered the view for a moment, then grabbed with both hands. Jack’s head hit the underside of the desk. Maybe it was petty, but revenge was sweet.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 718: Crack at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto’s job is rife with unexpected hazards.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Cleaning was not supposed to be such a hazardous job, Ianto thought as he rubbed the back of his head. He’d been on his knees, halfway under Jack’s desk, retrieving what looked like a sweet wrapper, when Jack had come into the office and, giving in to temptation, had grabbed his arse with both hands. Unsurprisingly, that had startled Ianto enough that he’d momentarily forgotten where he was and sat up straight, cracking his head on the underside of the desk and almost knocking himself out.
“Ow,” he complained, backing out carefully, one hand still protectively covering his abused skull. “Thanks for that, Jack.” His sarcastic tone made it clear he meant the opposite.
“Sorry. My hands have a mind of their own. Are you alright?” At least Jack had the decency to sound genuinely concerned.
“No. My head hurts, I probably have a concussion, and there’s still a sweet wrapper under your desk.”
Jack moved him aside. “I’ll get it for you.” He disappeared under the desk, arse in the air.
Ianto considered the view for a moment, then grabbed with both hands. Jack’s head hit the underside of the desk. Maybe it was petty, but revenge was sweet.
The End