Double Drabble: Proof Of Guilt
Title: Proof Of Guilt
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 466: Tongue at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is sure Jack is guilty; he just has to prove it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Having a cold sucked, especially the sore throat. Ianto opened his drawer to get a throat lozenge and found there was only one left, which was odd because it was a new packet and he’d only had one out of it.
“Jack, have you been eating my Soothers?” he croaked.
“Of course not! What do you take me for?” Jack’s air of injured innocence seemed sincere, but he was an ex-conman, so Ianto wasn’t convinced.
“I know what you’re like; you’ll eat anything that isn’t nailed down.”
“I’m not that bad!”
“Yes you are!”
“No I’m not!”
“You are!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
They could have gone on like that all day, but Ianto stuck his tongue out, and Jack was childish enough his stick his out in response.
“Hah! I was right!”
“What?”
“Your tongue is purple!
“Darn, foiled again!”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Right, for eating my lozenges and lying about it, you can just go and buy me a couple more packets; make sure you get the blackcurrant flavour, and if you sneak even one on the way back, you’ll be on decaf until my cold is a distant memory. Got that?”
“Meanie,” Jack pouted.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 466: Tongue at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is sure Jack is guilty; he just has to prove it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Having a cold sucked, especially the sore throat. Ianto opened his drawer to get a throat lozenge and found there was only one left, which was odd because it was a new packet and he’d only had one out of it.
“Jack, have you been eating my Soothers?” he croaked.
“Of course not! What do you take me for?” Jack’s air of injured innocence seemed sincere, but he was an ex-conman, so Ianto wasn’t convinced.
“I know what you’re like; you’ll eat anything that isn’t nailed down.”
“I’m not that bad!”
“Yes you are!”
“No I’m not!”
“You are!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
They could have gone on like that all day, but Ianto stuck his tongue out, and Jack was childish enough his stick his out in response.
“Hah! I was right!”
“What?”
“Your tongue is purple!
“Darn, foiled again!”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Right, for eating my lozenges and lying about it, you can just go and buy me a couple more packets; make sure you get the blackcurrant flavour, and if you sneak even one on the way back, you’ll be on decaf until my cold is a distant memory. Got that?”
“Meanie,” Jack pouted.
The End