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m_findlowTitle: Reluctantly dependant
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 281 - Fine at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto is worried about what will happen if he can't do things for himself. A double drabble.
Ianto struggled through the apartment door more than he would have liked. He wasn’t about to turn around however and suggest that he’d left the hospital too soon. He’d wanted out of there, preferring the comfort of his own home. Surely once he was back in familiar surroundings, any residual pain and mobility issues would quickly fade away.
‘Balls,’ he muttered as he nearly tripped over the piled high basket of laundry. Jack caught his arm at the last minute, stopping him falling, but not preventing a sharp pain in his back when he twisted.
‘Bed,’ Jack ordered, guiding him past the obstacle.
He tugged out of Jack’s grip. ‘I'm fine. Honestly.’ He just needed painkillers and, god help him, some decent coffee. After two weeks in hospital, he was desperate.
‘No,’ Jack corrected, ‘you will be fine. In time. For now you just need to rest and recuperate.’
‘But there’s laundry to do,’ Ianto complained, staring guiltily at the forgotten pile.
‘And I’ll sort it,’ Jack assured him.
Ianto snorted. ‘Laundry? You?’
‘If you survived a car crash down the side of a mountain, I’m sure you’ll survive my domestic skills.’
‘It’s my clothes I’m worried about surviving you.’
Ianto struggled through the apartment door more than he would have liked. He wasn’t about to turn around however and suggest that he’d left the hospital too soon. He’d wanted out of there, preferring the comfort of his own home. Surely once he was back in familiar surroundings, any residual pain and mobility issues would quickly fade away.
‘Balls,’ he muttered as he nearly tripped over the piled high basket of laundry. Jack caught his arm at the last minute, stopping him falling, but not preventing a sharp pain in his back when he twisted.
‘Bed,’ Jack ordered, guiding him past the obstacle.
He tugged out of Jack’s grip. ‘I'm fine. Honestly.’ He just needed painkillers and, god help him, some decent coffee. After two weeks in hospital, he was desperate.
‘No,’ Jack corrected, ‘you will be fine. In time. For now you just need to rest and recuperate.’
‘But there’s laundry to do,’ Ianto complained, staring guiltily at the forgotten pile.
‘And I’ll sort it,’ Jack assured him.
Ianto snorted. ‘Laundry? You?’
‘If you survived a car crash down the side of a mountain, I’m sure you’ll survive my domestic skills.’
‘It’s my clothes I’m worried about surviving you.’
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