Double Drabble: Self-Inflicted Injury
Title: Self-Inflicted Injury
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 757: Limp at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack really needs to be more careful.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Yelps of pain echoed from the underground garage, and everyone turned towards the door.
“Well, that makes a change.” Owen looked amused as he watched Ianto help Jack into the Hub and over to the sofa. Torchwood’s fearless immortal leader had developed a pronounced limp. “He’s usually the one helping you. What happened?”
“I think my foot’s broken,” Jack ground out from between clenched teeth.
“Suppose you want me to take a look at it. I’ll get my scanners.” Owen turned towards the med bay.
“No, there’s no need, I’ll be fine. I just need to sit down for a bit while it heals, shouldn’t take long.” Jack sank gratefully onto the sofa and lifted his injured foot onto the cushions. “You could help Ianto though.”
“I could use another pair of hands,” Ianto agreed.
“What for? Looks like you’re managing fine on your own.”
“I’ve got to move the object we just retrieved onto a trolley to take down to the archives. It’s a bit heavy. Jack tried to get it out of the boot by himself. I told him to wait, but you know what he’s like; he didn’t listen. Dropped it on his foot.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 757: Limp at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack really needs to be more careful.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Yelps of pain echoed from the underground garage, and everyone turned towards the door.
“Well, that makes a change.” Owen looked amused as he watched Ianto help Jack into the Hub and over to the sofa. Torchwood’s fearless immortal leader had developed a pronounced limp. “He’s usually the one helping you. What happened?”
“I think my foot’s broken,” Jack ground out from between clenched teeth.
“Suppose you want me to take a look at it. I’ll get my scanners.” Owen turned towards the med bay.
“No, there’s no need, I’ll be fine. I just need to sit down for a bit while it heals, shouldn’t take long.” Jack sank gratefully onto the sofa and lifted his injured foot onto the cushions. “You could help Ianto though.”
“I could use another pair of hands,” Ianto agreed.
“What for? Looks like you’re managing fine on your own.”
“I’ve got to move the object we just retrieved onto a trolley to take down to the archives. It’s a bit heavy. Jack tried to get it out of the boot by himself. I told him to wait, but you know what he’s like; he didn’t listen. Dropped it on his foot.”
The End