Double Drabble: Ouch!
Title: Ouch!
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 762: Eye at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has suffered an injury.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What happened to you? Go out on the lash last night, did you?” Owen caught Ianto’s wrist, pulling him into the light from the overhead lamp and staring in fascination into the other man’s bloodshot right eye.
“No, not that it’s any business of yours.” Ianto wrenched his arm free.
“’Course it’s my business; I’m the team medic, that means I deal with any injuries or ailments. It’s in the job description.”
“You’re off the hook for this one; I went to eye casualty last night, got some drops for it.” Ianto turned away, picking up his tray of empty mugs.
“Goin’ to at least tell me what happened?”
“No.”
“We were chasing a Weevil,” Jack said, coming to lean over the railing surrounding the autopsy bay. “Ianto slipped in the mud, fell into a bush, and a twig poked him in the eye. You should have heard the language he used.” He was grinning.
“And I still got the Weevil, while you stood there laughing your head off.” Ianto glared at his lover.
Jack pouted. “I wouldn’t have laughed if I’d known you were hurt.”
“Next time I’ll shove you headfirst into a bush, see how you like it.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 762: Eye at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has suffered an injury.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What happened to you? Go out on the lash last night, did you?” Owen caught Ianto’s wrist, pulling him into the light from the overhead lamp and staring in fascination into the other man’s bloodshot right eye.
“No, not that it’s any business of yours.” Ianto wrenched his arm free.
“’Course it’s my business; I’m the team medic, that means I deal with any injuries or ailments. It’s in the job description.”
“You’re off the hook for this one; I went to eye casualty last night, got some drops for it.” Ianto turned away, picking up his tray of empty mugs.
“Goin’ to at least tell me what happened?”
“No.”
“We were chasing a Weevil,” Jack said, coming to lean over the railing surrounding the autopsy bay. “Ianto slipped in the mud, fell into a bush, and a twig poked him in the eye. You should have heard the language he used.” He was grinning.
“And I still got the Weevil, while you stood there laughing your head off.” Ianto glared at his lover.
Jack pouted. “I wouldn’t have laughed if I’d known you were hurt.”
“Next time I’ll shove you headfirst into a bush, see how you like it.”
The End