Drabble: The Watcher. TRKOW
Title: The Watcher
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, except for
dr_is_in's fic 'The Right kind of Wrong'. Chapter 6.
Summary: Ianto's POV after the events of Chappie 6.
Won't make sense w/o reading
dr_is_in's fic first.
Challenge by dr_is_in, thanks for the once over too :D.
Jack was still sitting in his office; he hadn’t moved the entire night except to steadily drink his way through the whiskey, scotch and alien alcohol. Now I was making him a coffee; my own blend, of course. Strong. No Milk. Two sugars. Just how he likes it.
I have nothing against Kayla; she gets on with everyone, does everything she’s told to, actually helps to clear up, but Jack - Jack, seems to have this paternal feeling that she should be kept out of harms way and he should be her protector. It had been Jack’s idea to clear off her debts, to get her into a much sought after internship and finally a reassignment to Torchwood Three. It had been Jack’s idea to keep an eye on her, to keep her away from Owen and to keep her from the knowledge of her true heritage.
I placed the mug in front of him. He looked up briefly. Not a small smile or thanks, no, not even for me. Raking his fingers through his already rowdy hair, he placed the phone to his ear. I took that as my leave.
Clearing up the office, a pop-up appears on my computer screen. There, getting out of a car was Kayla. Kayla and….Owen? Holding her hand, Owen helps her out the car, sneaking a kiss while she’s straightening her skirt. And she giggles. They walk towards the entrance, still holding hands and talking like old friends. Jack is not going to be pleased.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, except for
dr_is_in's fic 'The Right kind of Wrong'. Chapter 6.
Summary: Ianto's POV after the events of Chappie 6.
Won't make sense w/o reading
dr_is_in's fic first.
Challenge by dr_is_in, thanks for the once over too :D.
Jack was still sitting in his office; he hadn’t moved the entire night except to steadily drink his way through the whiskey, scotch and alien alcohol. Now I was making him a coffee; my own blend, of course. Strong. No Milk. Two sugars. Just how he likes it.
I have nothing against Kayla; she gets on with everyone, does everything she’s told to, actually helps to clear up, but Jack - Jack, seems to have this paternal feeling that she should be kept out of harms way and he should be her protector. It had been Jack’s idea to clear off her debts, to get her into a much sought after internship and finally a reassignment to Torchwood Three. It had been Jack’s idea to keep an eye on her, to keep her away from Owen and to keep her from the knowledge of her true heritage.
I placed the mug in front of him. He looked up briefly. Not a small smile or thanks, no, not even for me. Raking his fingers through his already rowdy hair, he placed the phone to his ear. I took that as my leave.
Clearing up the office, a pop-up appears on my computer screen. There, getting out of a car was Kayla. Kayla and….Owen? Holding her hand, Owen helps her out the car, sneaking a kiss while she’s straightening her skirt. And she giggles. They walk towards the entrance, still holding hands and talking like old friends. Jack is not going to be pleased.