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Vocab_Drabbles Challenge #001 - Hurtful words
Title: Hurtful words
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M (Language)
Word Count: 200 words
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
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Summary: Jack was sorely mistaken if he thought he was going to get sympathy from his lover.
'You fucking idiot!' Jack cringed at the words. Ianto didn't often swear but he'd dropped the F-bomb in Jack's lap. Or might've done if Jack had a lap to speak of. From what he could tell – and he didn't really want to take too much of a look – there wasn't much left below his torso that wasn't trapped under the collapsed eighteen-wheeler truck, or perhaps missing altogether. The pain wasn't the worst he'd ever felt which led him to suspect much of what should hurt wasn't in fact there.
'I'm sorry,' Jack said, knowing it was a feeble platitude.
'Don't even pretend you're bloody sorry! Jack fucking Harkness who can stop an exploding alien device just by throwing his body over it. Stand aside, Superman, the right way to do it isn't to be made of steel, it's to blow yourself to fucking pieces.'
'Hurts,' Jack said, trying to eke some sympathy out of his usually tender lover.
'No shit, Sherlock,' Ianto seethed. 'Gwen, get over here and give us a hand!' He was snappy even with her. He turned his steely blue eyes back on Jack. 'If you think this is the last word on the matter, think again.'
'You fucking idiot!' Jack cringed at the words. Ianto didn't often swear but he'd dropped the F-bomb in Jack's lap. Or might've done if Jack had a lap to speak of. From what he could tell – and he didn't really want to take too much of a look – there wasn't much left below his torso that wasn't trapped under the collapsed eighteen-wheeler truck, or perhaps missing altogether. The pain wasn't the worst he'd ever felt which led him to suspect much of what should hurt wasn't in fact there.
'I'm sorry,' Jack said, knowing it was a feeble platitude.
'Don't even pretend you're bloody sorry! Jack fucking Harkness who can stop an exploding alien device just by throwing his body over it. Stand aside, Superman, the right way to do it isn't to be made of steel, it's to blow yourself to fucking pieces.'
'Hurts,' Jack said, trying to eke some sympathy out of his usually tender lover.
'No shit, Sherlock,' Ianto seethed. 'Gwen, get over here and give us a hand!' He was snappy even with her. He turned his steely blue eyes back on Jack. 'If you think this is the last word on the matter, think again.'
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