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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 2
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 437 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #1 -Cold/Flu
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
As Jack carried his cup of tea back towards his office he could hear the familiar and troubling sounds of his lover as he honked, sniffled and coughed his way from the lower levels of the hub somewhere back up to the central hub area. Poor Ianto, he thought. What a time to get sick, just before Christmas.
To his credit he was a lot better than he had been just a few days ago. He’d been bedridden, or at least hub sofa ridden which was as much as Jack could insist he do for rest. There was no chance he was going to convince Ianto to stay at home and recuperate there when Jack got out of bed and began showering and dressing for the day. He’d have coffee on before Jack had even done up his braces and insisted that he was going to the hub with Jack no matter how rubbish he felt.
Jack conceded defeat only on the condition that he’d at least be able to keep an eye on Ianto if he was never too far out of his line of sight. The man couldn’t even be trusted to stay home and rest. At least if things got really bad, Jack always had the option of handcuffing him to one of their medical suite gurneys, and not in the kinky way he might have liked. As it was, Ianto had managed to sneak out from under his watchful gaze so it would seem, though Jack doubted he was doing more than shuffling papers, or perhaps making sure their resident weevils were fed and capable of making it through until boxing day without a mutiny. I was the kind of thing Jack took for granted, never having to think about basic logistics when he had someone else who did it all without needing to be told. He really would be sunk if Ianto was ever laid up on a long term basis.
‘Ianto, I can hear your misery from here!’ Jack called out, hovering in his doorway until Ianto could make a proper appearance, handkerchief clutched to his face as he blew into it for the hundredth time today. That handkerchief must have had properties not dissimilar to Jack’s coat, able to take a battering and still look pristine. Either that or Ianto had three dozen identical handkerchiefs. Jack wouldn't put it past him. That man came prepared for everything, even the common cold.
‘Your empathy is duly noted, sir,’ Ianto said, maintaining his dry sense of humour despite everything.
‘You’re the one who insisted on being here, not me,’ Jack reminded him.
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 437 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #1 -Cold/Flu
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
As Jack carried his cup of tea back towards his office he could hear the familiar and troubling sounds of his lover as he honked, sniffled and coughed his way from the lower levels of the hub somewhere back up to the central hub area. Poor Ianto, he thought. What a time to get sick, just before Christmas.
To his credit he was a lot better than he had been just a few days ago. He’d been bedridden, or at least hub sofa ridden which was as much as Jack could insist he do for rest. There was no chance he was going to convince Ianto to stay at home and recuperate there when Jack got out of bed and began showering and dressing for the day. He’d have coffee on before Jack had even done up his braces and insisted that he was going to the hub with Jack no matter how rubbish he felt.
Jack conceded defeat only on the condition that he’d at least be able to keep an eye on Ianto if he was never too far out of his line of sight. The man couldn’t even be trusted to stay home and rest. At least if things got really bad, Jack always had the option of handcuffing him to one of their medical suite gurneys, and not in the kinky way he might have liked. As it was, Ianto had managed to sneak out from under his watchful gaze so it would seem, though Jack doubted he was doing more than shuffling papers, or perhaps making sure their resident weevils were fed and capable of making it through until boxing day without a mutiny. I was the kind of thing Jack took for granted, never having to think about basic logistics when he had someone else who did it all without needing to be told. He really would be sunk if Ianto was ever laid up on a long term basis.
‘Ianto, I can hear your misery from here!’ Jack called out, hovering in his doorway until Ianto could make a proper appearance, handkerchief clutched to his face as he blew into it for the hundredth time today. That handkerchief must have had properties not dissimilar to Jack’s coat, able to take a battering and still look pristine. Either that or Ianto had three dozen identical handkerchiefs. Jack wouldn't put it past him. That man came prepared for everything, even the common cold.
‘Your empathy is duly noted, sir,’ Ianto said, maintaining his dry sense of humour despite everything.
‘You’re the one who insisted on being here, not me,’ Jack reminded him.
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