Double Drabble: Tinkering
Title: Tinkering
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 815: Fiddle at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a fascinating new piece of tech to play with.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Once again, the device was back on Jack’s desk, and Torchwood’s leader was busy tinkering with it instead of getting on with the pile of overdue paperwork occupying his inbox.
Ianto sighed in exasperation. Every time he turned his back for five minutes, his lover was at it again; it had been that way since the damned thing had arrived through the Rift a week ago.
“Jack, how many times do I have to tell you to stop fiddling and get on with your actual job?”
“I’m not fiddling!”
“Really.”
“I can get this to work, I know I can!”
“I’m not disputing that, but there is a time for indulging in your hobbies, and it’s not in the middle of the workday when you still haven’t finished last month’s report to Buckingham Palace. You’re not making a good impression on the King, and he’s the one in control of our purse strings now. His mother might have made allowances for your lack of professionalism, but that doesn’t mean he will.”
Jack snorted. “I’ve known Charlie since he was a baby!”
“Nevertheless, I’m confiscating your new toy until you’ve caught up with your paperwork. You can have it back then.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 815: Fiddle at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a fascinating new piece of tech to play with.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Once again, the device was back on Jack’s desk, and Torchwood’s leader was busy tinkering with it instead of getting on with the pile of overdue paperwork occupying his inbox.
Ianto sighed in exasperation. Every time he turned his back for five minutes, his lover was at it again; it had been that way since the damned thing had arrived through the Rift a week ago.
“Jack, how many times do I have to tell you to stop fiddling and get on with your actual job?”
“I’m not fiddling!”
“Really.”
“I can get this to work, I know I can!”
“I’m not disputing that, but there is a time for indulging in your hobbies, and it’s not in the middle of the workday when you still haven’t finished last month’s report to Buckingham Palace. You’re not making a good impression on the King, and he’s the one in control of our purse strings now. His mother might have made allowances for your lack of professionalism, but that doesn’t mean he will.”
Jack snorted. “I’ve known Charlie since he was a baby!”
“Nevertheless, I’m confiscating your new toy until you’ve caught up with your paperwork. You can have it back then.”
The End