Double Drabble: Peace Disrupted
Title: Peace Disrupted
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Twins.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 826: Noise at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Everything was quiet and peaceful until Jack showed up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto gave a very quiet sigh of relief; the Holy Terrors were finally down for a nap, and it he was very lucky, maybe he could snatch an hour or so on the sofa. He could use it. Just because he was immortal didn’t mean he was going to survive being a parent to twins; it was beyond exhausting. One or other of them always seemed to be needing something. If one wanted feeding, the other needed changing, and they’d apparently decided early on to take turns sleeping. Having them both asleep at the same time was almost unprecedented.
Sinking gratefully onto the sofa, Ianto stretched out and closed his eyes. He was almost drifting off when the apartment door opened, and Jack bounded down the steps into the living room.
“Ianto, have you seen my…”
“Shhhhh!” Ianto hissed desperately, sitting up, but it was too late; the damage had been done. Strident wails came from the nursery, and Ianto glared at his husband. “I just got them to sleep! You know what they’re like, the slightest noise wakes them, and you come blundering in here…”
“Sorry.”
“You will be. You woke them, so you can get them settled again.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Twins.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 826: Noise at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Everything was quiet and peaceful until Jack showed up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto gave a very quiet sigh of relief; the Holy Terrors were finally down for a nap, and it he was very lucky, maybe he could snatch an hour or so on the sofa. He could use it. Just because he was immortal didn’t mean he was going to survive being a parent to twins; it was beyond exhausting. One or other of them always seemed to be needing something. If one wanted feeding, the other needed changing, and they’d apparently decided early on to take turns sleeping. Having them both asleep at the same time was almost unprecedented.
Sinking gratefully onto the sofa, Ianto stretched out and closed his eyes. He was almost drifting off when the apartment door opened, and Jack bounded down the steps into the living room.
“Ianto, have you seen my…”
“Shhhhh!” Ianto hissed desperately, sitting up, but it was too late; the damage had been done. Strident wails came from the nursery, and Ianto glared at his husband. “I just got them to sleep! You know what they’re like, the slightest noise wakes them, and you come blundering in here…”
“Sorry.”
“You will be. You woke them, so you can get them settled again.”
The End