Double Drabble: Misunderstanding
Title: Misunderstanding
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 781: Paddle at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is losing patience with Jack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Frustrated by the way Jack was preventing him from getting on with necessary work around the Hub, Ianto put down the pile of filing he’d been hoping to deal with before going home and turned to glare at his lover.
“How old are you?”
Taken aback by the question, Jack paused to think. “You know, I’m honestly not sure. I know how old I was when I met the Doctor, give or take a couple of years, but then with all the bouncing around time, plus I’m not sure if I should count the two-thousand years I was buried alive… Why?”
“Because you act like a toddler with ADHD, and you want me to spend all my time keeping you entertained! How do you expect me to get my work done when you’re constantly interrupting?”
“I’m not that bad.” Jack pouted. “I just get bored sometimes. Play with me?”
“How would you like me to paddle your behind?”
Jack’s face lit up. “Yes please!”
Ianto groaned. “I meant as a punishment, not a treat!”
“Oh. Well you should’ve said that instead of getting my hopes up!”
That drew a heartfelt sigh from the Welshman. “I just can’t win with you!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 781: Paddle at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is losing patience with Jack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Frustrated by the way Jack was preventing him from getting on with necessary work around the Hub, Ianto put down the pile of filing he’d been hoping to deal with before going home and turned to glare at his lover.
“How old are you?”
Taken aback by the question, Jack paused to think. “You know, I’m honestly not sure. I know how old I was when I met the Doctor, give or take a couple of years, but then with all the bouncing around time, plus I’m not sure if I should count the two-thousand years I was buried alive… Why?”
“Because you act like a toddler with ADHD, and you want me to spend all my time keeping you entertained! How do you expect me to get my work done when you’re constantly interrupting?”
“I’m not that bad.” Jack pouted. “I just get bored sometimes. Play with me?”
“How would you like me to paddle your behind?”
Jack’s face lit up. “Yes please!”
Ianto groaned. “I meant as a punishment, not a treat!”
“Oh. Well you should’ve said that instead of getting my hopes up!”
That drew a heartfelt sigh from the Welshman. “I just can’t win with you!”
The End