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Title: House arrest
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 297 - Staying home at
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Summary: Spending time at home with Jack isn't all it's cracked up to be. A double drabble.
Owen groaned as his mobile rang, and again when he saw the caller ID. 'What d'you want?' he answered, not bothering to give Ianto any pleasantries.
'You're the one who told me to call you with regular updates,' he replied.
Owen snorted. 'Just because I said it didn't mean I meant it. How is the patient, anyway?' he asked, since there didn't seem to be much point ignoring the elephant in the room now.
'Not doing so good,' Ianto admitted.
Owen sat up straighter. 'What is it? Fever, nausea?' There were any number of complications from having surgically removed exploded alien shrapnel from Jack's torso, including several major organs. It was better than letting him die slowly and painfully from the injuries.
'Nothing like that,' Ianto assured him. 'I think it's the staying home which is killing him the most. To be honest, it's killing me too. He's a terrible patient, but he's even worse when he has to heal the old fashioned way. Can I please come back to the hub?'
'And leave Jack on his own? No chance. He's likely to tear open stitches, then bleed out all over the floor.'
'I'm stuck with him?'
'Afraid so.'
Owen groaned as his mobile rang, and again when he saw the caller ID. 'What d'you want?' he answered, not bothering to give Ianto any pleasantries.
'You're the one who told me to call you with regular updates,' he replied.
Owen snorted. 'Just because I said it didn't mean I meant it. How is the patient, anyway?' he asked, since there didn't seem to be much point ignoring the elephant in the room now.
'Not doing so good,' Ianto admitted.
Owen sat up straighter. 'What is it? Fever, nausea?' There were any number of complications from having surgically removed exploded alien shrapnel from Jack's torso, including several major organs. It was better than letting him die slowly and painfully from the injuries.
'Nothing like that,' Ianto assured him. 'I think it's the staying home which is killing him the most. To be honest, it's killing me too. He's a terrible patient, but he's even worse when he has to heal the old fashioned way. Can I please come back to the hub?'
'And leave Jack on his own? No chance. He's likely to tear open stitches, then bleed out all over the floor.'
'I'm stuck with him?'
'Afraid so.'
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Date: 2022-11-07 09:15 pm (UTC)