Fic: That Monday Feeling 7/9
Monday 2nd February 7:13am
‘I need you to take the kids to school this morning.’
‘Okay, I won’t forget Finn’s homework; I know the kids had a bath last night and I’ll buy them lunch because there’s nothing in the fridge. Finn’s grounded and Rona isn’t allowed to go round Jessica’s after school.’
Rhiannon stared gobsmacked for a moment before she replied. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll get them from school. The movers will be here in an hour and I need to go over to Ryan’s and give him the spare set of keys before that.’
‘Yup,’ Ianto said, still not moving from the bed where he was staring at the ceiling with half closed eyes.
‘Ianto?’
He sighed. ‘I’m getting up.’ He didn’t even bother with a shower.
He didn’t even try to explain to Jack today. He didn’t have the energy. He moped through the day like it was never going to end.
It was the body that killed him in the end. The one that they fished out the river next to Nos Da. Ironic, really, when Ianto thought about it the following morning. (Still the same Monday, unfortunately.)
As it was, the wet body slipped from his grip while he was moving backwards down the stairs with it, Jack holding the feet. His grip on the body went and Ianto’s feet went with it. He broke his neck as he fell backwards down the stairs, and Ianto had to admit it was one of the least painful ways to go.
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‘I need you to take the kids to school this morning.’
‘Okay, I won’t forget Finn’s homework; I know the kids had a bath last night and I’ll buy them lunch because there’s nothing in the fridge. Finn’s grounded and Rona isn’t allowed to go round Jessica’s after school.’
Rhiannon stared gobsmacked for a moment before she replied. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll get them from school. The movers will be here in an hour and I need to go over to Ryan’s and give him the spare set of keys before that.’
‘Yup,’ Ianto said, still not moving from the bed where he was staring at the ceiling with half closed eyes.
‘Ianto?’
He sighed. ‘I’m getting up.’ He didn’t even bother with a shower.
He didn’t even try to explain to Jack today. He didn’t have the energy. He moped through the day like it was never going to end.
It was the body that killed him in the end. The one that they fished out the river next to Nos Da. Ironic, really, when Ianto thought about it the following morning. (Still the same Monday, unfortunately.)
As it was, the wet body slipped from his grip while he was moving backwards down the stairs with it, Jack holding the feet. His grip on the body went and Ianto’s feet went with it. He broke his neck as he fell backwards down the stairs, and Ianto had to admit it was one of the least painful ways to go.
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