Thirty Flavours of Torchwood

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Right, because I'm far too tempted, this is opening up much quicker than I'd planned. :D Thanks go to those who gave me prompts (and if you want to add some, do feel free - it's never too late

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Um. This reached 400 words very quickly and then I had to rein it in. XD Enjoy.

Well Trained

Ianto woke up to find Jack kneeling over him, looking concerned.

“What happened?” he muttered, after a few seconds’ pause, in which he managed to work out that he was lying on the bathroom floor.

“You fainted,” Jack told him, pulling him into a sitting position and then picking him up and carrying him back through to the bedroom, while the walls spun and Ianto closed his eyes again with a groan.

He was vaguely aware of Jack gently putting him back to bed and tucking the covers around him, muttering, “Scared me half to death. Think you can go wandering around when you haven’t eaten in days? You know you’re too weak at the moment

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:) Thank you very much. People seem to like this one. (And it's lovely to get comments a few months later. Thank you indeed!)

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Hee. :) Some of them are drabbles... Some of them turned into fully fledged fics. (shadowbyrd's is over 1500 words, I think...)

And never, ever, ever worry about commenting on any of my stuff at least. I'm a freak for comments. It makes me dance in delight every time I get the LJ email. ;)

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