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m_findlowTitle: Slow road to recovery
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 311 - Out of sight at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack is trying to make sure Ianto takes time to recover. A triple drabble.
Jack stared despondently at the pile of paperwork on the desk. It had only been a few days and yet it had still grown into an insurmountable amount of work to be done. It wasn't fair. Hell, it wasn't even his paperwork. This was Ianto's reward for having taken a couple of much needed days off to recover from the illness that had - most likely, in Jack's opinion - been caused by having too much paperwork to do in the first place.
Taking executive action, he grabbed the entire pile of manila folders and hid them in his desk drawer. There, he thought. Out of sight, out of mind. Ianto might be back at work, but he was still on the road to recovery as far as Jack was concerned. He should be easing back into things, not getting slapped around by another wave of illness inducing work.
He entered their joint office a few minutes later, carrying a black tea, so Jack knew he still wasn't feeling one hundred percent. 'What happened to that pile of reports I needed to review?' he immediately asked.
'What reports?'
'Don't pretend you don't know. You've taken them and hidden them. They didn't get sucked into the rift.'
'Would that they did,' Jack replied, knowing he was battling a lost cause. 'I thought maybe if you couldn't see them, you'd stop stressing about them. Don't you think you've got enough on your plate without having to worry about them? The doctor said not to push yourself too hard.'
'I'm not pushing myself,' he assured Jack. 'I'm sitting at a desk, reading files and signing off on them. Not chasing aliens and running around the city.' He reached out a reassuring hand on Jack's arm. 'But I appreciate you trying to look out for me.'
Jack stared despondently at the pile of paperwork on the desk. It had only been a few days and yet it had still grown into an insurmountable amount of work to be done. It wasn't fair. Hell, it wasn't even his paperwork. This was Ianto's reward for having taken a couple of much needed days off to recover from the illness that had - most likely, in Jack's opinion - been caused by having too much paperwork to do in the first place.
Taking executive action, he grabbed the entire pile of manila folders and hid them in his desk drawer. There, he thought. Out of sight, out of mind. Ianto might be back at work, but he was still on the road to recovery as far as Jack was concerned. He should be easing back into things, not getting slapped around by another wave of illness inducing work.
He entered their joint office a few minutes later, carrying a black tea, so Jack knew he still wasn't feeling one hundred percent. 'What happened to that pile of reports I needed to review?' he immediately asked.
'What reports?'
'Don't pretend you don't know. You've taken them and hidden them. They didn't get sucked into the rift.'
'Would that they did,' Jack replied, knowing he was battling a lost cause. 'I thought maybe if you couldn't see them, you'd stop stressing about them. Don't you think you've got enough on your plate without having to worry about them? The doctor said not to push yourself too hard.'
'I'm not pushing myself,' he assured Jack. 'I'm sitting at a desk, reading files and signing off on them. Not chasing aliens and running around the city.' He reached out a reassuring hand on Jack's arm. 'But I appreciate you trying to look out for me.'
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