What Ianto Saw 17/31
Title: What Ianto Saw
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper
Rating:R
Warnings: None
Words: 100
Date: May 17
Spoilers: Set after Cyberwoman.
Disclaimer: Not mine - Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes: I am going to try and post a short 100 word fic every day in May. Each drabble will meet the 'masturbation' theme of the comm, to a greater or lesser degree, and when read together the thirty one fics will tell a bigger story.
Previous Days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Day 13, Seeing Double,
Day 14, Day 15, Day 16
Owen watched as Ianto stumbled slowly down the med-bay steps. “You ok mate? You look like shit”.
“Thanks” Ianto replied taking a seat. “Patient confidentiality?”
Owen nodded.
“I’m not sleeping. I have these dreams. About Jack.” Ianto studied the floor. “Sexual dreams. Watching him… you know… and me and him together… then there’s Lisa and blood and screams.”
“Shit,” Owen breathed before going into doctor mode, “I can give you pills to help you sleep, but you need to talk to Jack. Or I can refer you to a psychologist, but I’d really rather not have to retcon a shrink.”
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper
Rating:R
Warnings: None
Words: 100
Date: May 17
Spoilers: Set after Cyberwoman.
Disclaimer: Not mine - Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes: I am going to try and post a short 100 word fic every day in May. Each drabble will meet the 'masturbation' theme of the comm, to a greater or lesser degree, and when read together the thirty one fics will tell a bigger story.
Previous Days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Day 13, Seeing Double,
Day 14, Day 15, Day 16
Owen watched as Ianto stumbled slowly down the med-bay steps. “You ok mate? You look like shit”.
“Thanks” Ianto replied taking a seat. “Patient confidentiality?”
Owen nodded.
“I’m not sleeping. I have these dreams. About Jack.” Ianto studied the floor. “Sexual dreams. Watching him… you know… and me and him together… then there’s Lisa and blood and screams.”
“Shit,” Owen breathed before going into doctor mode, “I can give you pills to help you sleep, but you need to talk to Jack. Or I can refer you to a psychologist, but I’d really rather not have to retcon a shrink.”