Challenge 699 - Memory jogger
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m_findlowTitle: Memory jogger
Character: Ianto, Gwen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 699 - Jog at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto's new hobby has left Jack feeling gutted. A double drabble.
Gwen raised an eyebrow at her teammate as he came bustling into the hub, dressed in unconventional shorts and t-shirt and lathered in a swear. 'Um, good morning?'
'Oh, morning Gwen,' Ianto replied, wiping a hand across his brow and swigging from a nearly empty water bottle. 'Just going to hit the showers. Can coffee wait half an hour?'
'Er, sure,' she said, frowning and double checking her watch. It was eight thirty and Ianto wasn't even showered and dressed yet. By eight o'clock he was usually serving up round two of coffee, accommodating the fact that unlike the others, Gwen wasn't here at seven for the first wave.
'You should come with me next time, he said. You'll feel amazing afterwards.'
'I'll think about it,' she said, unsure he even heard her as he rushed off. She caught Jack lurking in the doorway of his office. 'Since when does Ianto jog?'
Jack's frown deepened. 'Since the explosion at the warehouse and the amnesia where he's forgotten all about me and how much he'd hate jogging if we were still together.' He sighed dejectedly. 'But, the doctors say it's good for his physical rehabilitation so who am I to argue?'
Gwen raised an eyebrow at her teammate as he came bustling into the hub, dressed in unconventional shorts and t-shirt and lathered in a swear. 'Um, good morning?'
'Oh, morning Gwen,' Ianto replied, wiping a hand across his brow and swigging from a nearly empty water bottle. 'Just going to hit the showers. Can coffee wait half an hour?'
'Er, sure,' she said, frowning and double checking her watch. It was eight thirty and Ianto wasn't even showered and dressed yet. By eight o'clock he was usually serving up round two of coffee, accommodating the fact that unlike the others, Gwen wasn't here at seven for the first wave.
'You should come with me next time, he said. You'll feel amazing afterwards.'
'I'll think about it,' she said, unsure he even heard her as he rushed off. She caught Jack lurking in the doorway of his office. 'Since when does Ianto jog?'
Jack's frown deepened. 'Since the explosion at the warehouse and the amnesia where he's forgotten all about me and how much he'd hate jogging if we were still together.' He sighed dejectedly. 'But, the doctors say it's good for his physical rehabilitation so who am I to argue?'
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Date: 2022-11-04 09:14 pm (UTC)shaggingbusiness as usual soon.