Double Drabble: Uncaring
Title: Uncaring
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Tenth Doctor.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 618: Fragile at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto hates how dismissive the Doctor is towards Jack’s suffering.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Compared to most of the alien races he’d encountered, Daleks and Cybermen, Weevils, Hoix, and Judoon, humans appeared impossibly fragile, with their thin skins, breakable bones, and delicate internal organs. It was hardly surprising that Torchwood agents tended to have short lives.
Despite being immortal and from the future, Jack was just as easily damaged as a regular twenty-first century human. The only difference was that he was capable of recovering from injuries that would cripple or kill anyone else. Even knowing he’d be back on his feet before long didn’t make it any easier for Ianto to see him lying there dead after being savagely mauled, stepped on, or shot with an alien weapon.
Ianto didn’t understand how the Doctor could be so dismissive of Jack’s suffering. The Time Lord knew the fragility of humans, having travelled with quite a few human companions over his long life, and yet he treated Jack as though it didn’t matter if he got hurt or killed, simply because any damage would heal.
“He’ll be fine,” the Doctor said airily.
“He’s in pain,” Ianto snapped, cradling his lover tenderly. “You might not care about his suffering but I do, because I love him.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Tenth Doctor.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 618: Fragile at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto hates how dismissive the Doctor is towards Jack’s suffering.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Compared to most of the alien races he’d encountered, Daleks and Cybermen, Weevils, Hoix, and Judoon, humans appeared impossibly fragile, with their thin skins, breakable bones, and delicate internal organs. It was hardly surprising that Torchwood agents tended to have short lives.
Despite being immortal and from the future, Jack was just as easily damaged as a regular twenty-first century human. The only difference was that he was capable of recovering from injuries that would cripple or kill anyone else. Even knowing he’d be back on his feet before long didn’t make it any easier for Ianto to see him lying there dead after being savagely mauled, stepped on, or shot with an alien weapon.
Ianto didn’t understand how the Doctor could be so dismissive of Jack’s suffering. The Time Lord knew the fragility of humans, having travelled with quite a few human companions over his long life, and yet he treated Jack as though it didn’t matter if he got hurt or killed, simply because any damage would heal.
“He’ll be fine,” the Doctor said airily.
“He’s in pain,” Ianto snapped, cradling his lover tenderly. “You might not care about his suffering but I do, because I love him.”
The End