Double Drabble: Out Of Contact
Title: Out Of Contact
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 838: Sweat at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen screws up, and Jack isn’t in a forgiving mood.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When Jack and Ianto came staggering into the Hub from the garage entrance, clinging to each other, hair a mess, clothing in disarray, and sweat streaking their faces, Owen pulled a face.
“What’ve you two been up to, or do I even need to ask?”
Jack opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Owen raised both hands.
“On second thoughts, I don’t wanna know so just pretend I didn’t ask. You can keep your perversions to yourselves.”
“Have you quite finished?” Ianto drew himself upright, clutching his bleeding side with one hand. “We just spent the past two hours battling something that looks like a cross between a sloth and a hyena, only much stronger, faster, and with a far worse temper…” Running out of breath, he doubled over again, wincing.
“We called for backup,” Jack snarled. “You never answered your phone! Where the hell were you? Ianto could’ve been killed!”
“I never got any calls,” Owen protested, pulling his phone from his pocket. “See?” He frowned at it. “Oh, it’s switched off.”
Jack’s eyes turned to ice. “Take care of Ianto’s injuries. If you ever turn your phone off again, I’ll retcon you back to infancy!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 838: Sweat at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen screws up, and Jack isn’t in a forgiving mood.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When Jack and Ianto came staggering into the Hub from the garage entrance, clinging to each other, hair a mess, clothing in disarray, and sweat streaking their faces, Owen pulled a face.
“What’ve you two been up to, or do I even need to ask?”
Jack opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Owen raised both hands.
“On second thoughts, I don’t wanna know so just pretend I didn’t ask. You can keep your perversions to yourselves.”
“Have you quite finished?” Ianto drew himself upright, clutching his bleeding side with one hand. “We just spent the past two hours battling something that looks like a cross between a sloth and a hyena, only much stronger, faster, and with a far worse temper…” Running out of breath, he doubled over again, wincing.
“We called for backup,” Jack snarled. “You never answered your phone! Where the hell were you? Ianto could’ve been killed!”
“I never got any calls,” Owen protested, pulling his phone from his pocket. “See?” He frowned at it. “Oh, it’s switched off.”
Jack’s eyes turned to ice. “Take care of Ianto’s injuries. If you ever turn your phone off again, I’ll retcon you back to infancy!”
The End