Double Drabble: Worst Case
Title: Worst Case
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Meriel, Twins, Nosy, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 843: Emergency at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack gets an emergency call from home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack burst through the door to his and Ianto’s flat, his coat flapping wildly behind him and a frantic expression on his face.
“What is it? What’s the emergency? Is everyone alright?”
Meriel greeted him, holding her nose closed with two fingers. “Taddy’s dealing with it, or trying to, but I think he could do with some help. He shouldn’t have to do it alone.”
Up in the nursery, Jack could hear the twins bawling lustily, and Nosy humming loudly, trying to soothe them.
“Dealing with what?”
“I would’ve helped, but it’s too gross. It’s gone everywhere!”
Then Jack caught a whiff, and he paled. “Both of them?”
Meriel nodded solemnly.
“At the same time?”
Another nod.
Shuddering, Jack stripped off his coat, dropped it on the sofa, and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. “Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, Daddy.”
Jack could deal with Weevils, alien invasions, any kind of danger the job threw at him, without batting an eyelid, but his six-month-old twins having simultaneous nappy blow-outs was something no human should ever have to deal with, especially not alone. Meriel had been right to call him.
Bravely, he strode towards the nursery.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Meriel, Twins, Nosy, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 843: Emergency at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack gets an emergency call from home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack burst through the door to his and Ianto’s flat, his coat flapping wildly behind him and a frantic expression on his face.
“What is it? What’s the emergency? Is everyone alright?”
Meriel greeted him, holding her nose closed with two fingers. “Taddy’s dealing with it, or trying to, but I think he could do with some help. He shouldn’t have to do it alone.”
Up in the nursery, Jack could hear the twins bawling lustily, and Nosy humming loudly, trying to soothe them.
“Dealing with what?”
“I would’ve helped, but it’s too gross. It’s gone everywhere!”
Then Jack caught a whiff, and he paled. “Both of them?”
Meriel nodded solemnly.
“At the same time?”
Another nod.
Shuddering, Jack stripped off his coat, dropped it on the sofa, and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. “Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, Daddy.”
Jack could deal with Weevils, alien invasions, any kind of danger the job threw at him, without batting an eyelid, but his six-month-old twins having simultaneous nappy blow-outs was something no human should ever have to deal with, especially not alone. Meriel had been right to call him.
Bravely, he strode towards the nursery.
The End