Double Drabble: Lopsided
Title: Lopsided
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 538: Incline at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Letting Jack go on a Rift retrieval by himself isn’t always a wise idea.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Help?” Jack said in a small voice, coming into the main Hub from the garage, carrying a containment box.
“What on earth…?” Ianto trailed off, staring at his lover, who was listing badly to one side. Without thinking, he inclined his head at an angle so Jack looked more or less vertical, even if the room now appeared tilted. Somehow that was less disturbing than seeing Jack looking like he was toppling over sideways. “What happened to you?”
“I don’t know exactly.” Jack lurched forward unsteadily and Ianto hurried to help him, taking the containment box and tucking it under one arm, before helping Jack hobble to the sofa. Once Jack was safely seated, Ianto stepped back to look him over, raising his eyebrows at the sight that met his eyes. All he could think to say was, “Well that’s different.”
“It wasn’t my fault, honest!” Jack protested. “That thing…” he gestured towards the containment box, “got dropped in long grass, I didn’t see it until after I trod on it and this happened.”
Ianto sighed. “I’ll have Tosh figure this out and fix you. Having one leg a foot shorter than the other might cause problems.”
“You’re telling me!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 538: Incline at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Letting Jack go on a Rift retrieval by himself isn’t always a wise idea.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Help?” Jack said in a small voice, coming into the main Hub from the garage, carrying a containment box.
“What on earth…?” Ianto trailed off, staring at his lover, who was listing badly to one side. Without thinking, he inclined his head at an angle so Jack looked more or less vertical, even if the room now appeared tilted. Somehow that was less disturbing than seeing Jack looking like he was toppling over sideways. “What happened to you?”
“I don’t know exactly.” Jack lurched forward unsteadily and Ianto hurried to help him, taking the containment box and tucking it under one arm, before helping Jack hobble to the sofa. Once Jack was safely seated, Ianto stepped back to look him over, raising his eyebrows at the sight that met his eyes. All he could think to say was, “Well that’s different.”
“It wasn’t my fault, honest!” Jack protested. “That thing…” he gestured towards the containment box, “got dropped in long grass, I didn’t see it until after I trod on it and this happened.”
Ianto sighed. “I’ll have Tosh figure this out and fix you. Having one leg a foot shorter than the other might cause problems.”
“You’re telling me!”
The End