Double Drabble: Around The Clock
Title: Around The Clock
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 734: Up at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Both Ianto and Jack are exhausted, but they’re being given no chance to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto felt utterly drained, and Jack didn’t look any better. They might be immortal, but apparently that could only sustain them through so much sleeplessness and they'd both about reached their limit.
Being up all night would have been bad enough, but this wasn’t their first night of little to no sleep, and they hadn’t even had the opportunity to grab an hour or two during the day. They were being kept on the go practically around the clock.
All Ianto could think was that it was fortunate they weren’t needed at the Hub at present, because there was no way they could function. Neither of them would be safe behind the wheel of a car, or wielding any kind of weapon. They were barely capable of taking a hurried shower without drowning themselves.
The wailing started again, and Ianto jerked himself upright, realising he’d almost fallen asleep leaning on the kitchen counter. Something went BEEP nearby and he fumbled for it as a harried Jack bumbled into the kitchen, a squalling bundle in his arms.
Ianto checked the temperature and plugged the bottle into the wailing mouth. Silence fell. The twins were teething; parenthood had never been more exhausting.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 734: Up at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Both Ianto and Jack are exhausted, but they’re being given no chance to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto felt utterly drained, and Jack didn’t look any better. They might be immortal, but apparently that could only sustain them through so much sleeplessness and they'd both about reached their limit.
Being up all night would have been bad enough, but this wasn’t their first night of little to no sleep, and they hadn’t even had the opportunity to grab an hour or two during the day. They were being kept on the go practically around the clock.
All Ianto could think was that it was fortunate they weren’t needed at the Hub at present, because there was no way they could function. Neither of them would be safe behind the wheel of a car, or wielding any kind of weapon. They were barely capable of taking a hurried shower without drowning themselves.
The wailing started again, and Ianto jerked himself upright, realising he’d almost fallen asleep leaning on the kitchen counter. Something went BEEP nearby and he fumbled for it as a harried Jack bumbled into the kitchen, a squalling bundle in his arms.
Ianto checked the temperature and plugged the bottle into the wailing mouth. Silence fell. The twins were teething; parenthood had never been more exhausting.
The End