Challenge 715 - Stuffed full
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m_findlowTitle: Stuffed full
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 715 - Ramble at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack may be suffering some unusual post traumatic stress symptoms. A triple drabble.
'See you soon,' Jack said, ducking behind the door of the grubby public toilet, leaving Ianto to stand guard outside it, watching for potential threats.
Ianto's eyes scanned the sad vista, ever alert to anything even slightly out of place. He wasn't letting Jack out of his sight. Not even at an out of the way petrol station where they were the only customers. There was safety in numbers. Him on Jack watch whilst Gwen and Rhys sorted out their petrol situation. He was also hoping for a lukewarm pastie if they could manage it with what little cash they collectively had left. He was exhausted, but utterly famished as well. This being on the run business sucked.
Jack exited a few minutes later. 'I think I just pooped out a bit of concrete that was stuck up there,' he declared, reminding Ianto that just a few hours ago he'd been encased in a cell full of it. 'Come to think of it, I should probably blow my nose as well. Only the toilet paper in there is so…' he paused and pulled a disgusted face to which Ianto responded with a sigh, extracting his less than perfectly clear handkerchief and handing it over.
'Thanks,' Jack said, honking loudly into it. 'D'you suppose it's other places too? I could have bits stuck in my ears or in my tear ducts or…'
Ianto grabbed him and pulled him into a suffocating kiss, preventing him from finishing the sentence.
Jack pulled away, a little frown on his face as he stood there, looking ridiculous in his baggy tracksuit pants and t-shirt. 'What was that for?'
'Just because I was worried about you. And to stop you from rambling on about having concrete stuck in every possible orifice. Even I have my limits.'
'See you soon,' Jack said, ducking behind the door of the grubby public toilet, leaving Ianto to stand guard outside it, watching for potential threats.
Ianto's eyes scanned the sad vista, ever alert to anything even slightly out of place. He wasn't letting Jack out of his sight. Not even at an out of the way petrol station where they were the only customers. There was safety in numbers. Him on Jack watch whilst Gwen and Rhys sorted out their petrol situation. He was also hoping for a lukewarm pastie if they could manage it with what little cash they collectively had left. He was exhausted, but utterly famished as well. This being on the run business sucked.
Jack exited a few minutes later. 'I think I just pooped out a bit of concrete that was stuck up there,' he declared, reminding Ianto that just a few hours ago he'd been encased in a cell full of it. 'Come to think of it, I should probably blow my nose as well. Only the toilet paper in there is so…' he paused and pulled a disgusted face to which Ianto responded with a sigh, extracting his less than perfectly clear handkerchief and handing it over.
'Thanks,' Jack said, honking loudly into it. 'D'you suppose it's other places too? I could have bits stuck in my ears or in my tear ducts or…'
Ianto grabbed him and pulled him into a suffocating kiss, preventing him from finishing the sentence.
Jack pulled away, a little frown on his face as he stood there, looking ridiculous in his baggy tracksuit pants and t-shirt. 'What was that for?'
'Just because I was worried about you. And to stop you from rambling on about having concrete stuck in every possible orifice. Even I have my limits.'
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Date: 2022-11-02 09:01 pm (UTC)