Double Drabble: Minor Damage
Title: Minor Damage
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 783: Damage at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is upset because Ianto has been injured.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Don’t make such a fuss, Jack! The way you’re acting, anyone would think Teaboy was at death’s door! He’s just suffered some minor damage to one leg and his head, neither of which is high on your list of priorities.”
“Minor damage?” Jack fumed. “That thing tried to rip Ianto’s ear off! I like his ears right where they are, he makes interesting noises when I nibble on them, and his legs are important too. Both of them, so you’d better fix him!”
“The leg’s fine, his kneecap isn’t even dislocated, just badly bruised, and the ankle has a mild sprain. A couple of stitches to fix the ear, a bandage for the ankle, ice for the knee, and he’ll be good as new in a few days, then you can play with him again.”
“You do both know that HE is right here listening to every word, and I still have one working ear,” Ianto said, from where he was sitting on the medical table, clutching a bloodstained handkerchief to his left ear.
“Yeah, yeah.” Owen waved a hand at him. “If I needed your input, I’d ask for it.”
“Starting to wish I’d just gone to the hospital.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 783: Damage at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is upset because Ianto has been injured.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Don’t make such a fuss, Jack! The way you’re acting, anyone would think Teaboy was at death’s door! He’s just suffered some minor damage to one leg and his head, neither of which is high on your list of priorities.”
“Minor damage?” Jack fumed. “That thing tried to rip Ianto’s ear off! I like his ears right where they are, he makes interesting noises when I nibble on them, and his legs are important too. Both of them, so you’d better fix him!”
“The leg’s fine, his kneecap isn’t even dislocated, just badly bruised, and the ankle has a mild sprain. A couple of stitches to fix the ear, a bandage for the ankle, ice for the knee, and he’ll be good as new in a few days, then you can play with him again.”
“You do both know that HE is right here listening to every word, and I still have one working ear,” Ianto said, from where he was sitting on the medical table, clutching a bloodstained handkerchief to his left ear.
“Yeah, yeah.” Owen waved a hand at him. “If I needed your input, I’d ask for it.”
“Starting to wish I’d just gone to the hospital.”
The End