Double Drabble: Perfectly Fine
Title: Perfectly Fine
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 834: Sneeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is sneezing, and Jack is concerned.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack glanced suspiciously Ianto’s way as his lover collected a pile of filing from the out-box on his desk.
“Ianto? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, nothing to worry about.” Ianto turned away, not quite making it to the office door before sneezing.
“That doesn’t sound fine.” Jack hurried over, pushing the door closed before Ianto could make his escape.
Not that Ianto was trying to get away; he was too busy struggling to extract a tissue from his pocket one-handed while balancing the stack of files on his other arm.
“You should see Owen, have him check you over, then go home. Can’t have you spreading your germs to the rest of the team.”
“I’m not sick, Jack.” Ianto sneezed again, the stack of files teetering precariously, and Jack made a quick grab, rescuing them.
“You sure about that? Because people don’t usually start sneezing for no reason.”
“I never said there wasn’t a reason, just that I’m not contagious,” Ianto corrected his lover. “This is the result of spending three hours cleaning the accumulated dust and fluff from behind the filing cabinets on sublevel four.” He paused to blow his nose. “I’ve taken antihistamines, so I’ll be fine. Eventually.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 834: Sneeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is sneezing, and Jack is concerned.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack glanced suspiciously Ianto’s way as his lover collected a pile of filing from the out-box on his desk.
“Ianto? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, nothing to worry about.” Ianto turned away, not quite making it to the office door before sneezing.
“That doesn’t sound fine.” Jack hurried over, pushing the door closed before Ianto could make his escape.
Not that Ianto was trying to get away; he was too busy struggling to extract a tissue from his pocket one-handed while balancing the stack of files on his other arm.
“You should see Owen, have him check you over, then go home. Can’t have you spreading your germs to the rest of the team.”
“I’m not sick, Jack.” Ianto sneezed again, the stack of files teetering precariously, and Jack made a quick grab, rescuing them.
“You sure about that? Because people don’t usually start sneezing for no reason.”
“I never said there wasn’t a reason, just that I’m not contagious,” Ianto corrected his lover. “This is the result of spending three hours cleaning the accumulated dust and fluff from behind the filing cabinets on sublevel four.” He paused to blow his nose. “I’ve taken antihistamines, so I’ll be fine. Eventually.”
The End