Vocab_Drabbles Challenge #010 - Fed up
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m_findlowTitle: Fed up
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400 words
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Author notes: Written for Challenge #010 - Diatribe at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Summary: Ianto is fed up with Owen treating him like an embarrassment.
Jack leaned in the doorway of the archives, watching as Ianto typed furiously on his laptop, keys clicking at a frenetic speed. ‘Someone’s a bit pissed off,’ he commented, able to read Ianto’s moods like a book.
‘Yes, well you would be too if you’d had to listen to Owen’s latest diatribe.’ He stopped and turned to look at Jack with a very serious expression on his face. ‘For the record,’ he began, and Jack then knew he meant business, ‘what we choose to do in our personal lives; in our personal time,’ he emphasised, ‘is absolutely none of Owen’s business, and he does not get to sit there and pontificate what we can and can’t do just because he’s a doctor. Whatever happened to doctor patient confidentiality anyway, huh? The whole hub heard what he had to say, which is not only a basic breach of privacy, but also deeply humiliating and totally unprofessional.’
Speaking of diatribe, Jack thought, listening patiently until he was sure Ianto had run out of steam. ‘Are you done now?’
Ianto pouted. ‘It's just not fair, is all I'm saying.’
‘In Owen’s defence,’ Jack threw his hands up as Ianto shot him a death glare, ‘that rash had even me a little bit worried. I mean we could’ve gone to a normal doctor and got it checked out, but what with, you know, all the unusual toys we have…’
Ianto pouted again. He knew Jack was right but he didn't have to be happy about it. A basic antihistamine had cleared it right up and they were both given the all clear to resume usual programming. ‘So how come I have to get the public bollocking from Owen?’ Ianto hated being the centre of attention, so getting a verbal flogging from Owen about their private sex lives was more than his pride could take.
‘Oh, don't you worry,’ Jack assured him. ‘I got my own dose of it way worse than yours. It's just that you’d already disappeared down here to sulk and missed it.’
‘Pretty sure I didn't need to hear it all on repeat. Couldn't he have just done it once and gotten it out of his system?’
Jack perched on the edge of the desk. ‘I think he assumed that if we were together, we wouldn't have listened to a word of it.’
‘I didn't,’ Ianto replied. ‘You?’
‘Not one bit.’
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400 words
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Author notes: Written for Challenge #010 - Diatribe at
vocab_drabbles Summary: Ianto is fed up with Owen treating him like an embarrassment.
Jack leaned in the doorway of the archives, watching as Ianto typed furiously on his laptop, keys clicking at a frenetic speed. ‘Someone’s a bit pissed off,’ he commented, able to read Ianto’s moods like a book.
‘Yes, well you would be too if you’d had to listen to Owen’s latest diatribe.’ He stopped and turned to look at Jack with a very serious expression on his face. ‘For the record,’ he began, and Jack then knew he meant business, ‘what we choose to do in our personal lives; in our personal time,’ he emphasised, ‘is absolutely none of Owen’s business, and he does not get to sit there and pontificate what we can and can’t do just because he’s a doctor. Whatever happened to doctor patient confidentiality anyway, huh? The whole hub heard what he had to say, which is not only a basic breach of privacy, but also deeply humiliating and totally unprofessional.’
Speaking of diatribe, Jack thought, listening patiently until he was sure Ianto had run out of steam. ‘Are you done now?’
Ianto pouted. ‘It's just not fair, is all I'm saying.’
‘In Owen’s defence,’ Jack threw his hands up as Ianto shot him a death glare, ‘that rash had even me a little bit worried. I mean we could’ve gone to a normal doctor and got it checked out, but what with, you know, all the unusual toys we have…’
Ianto pouted again. He knew Jack was right but he didn't have to be happy about it. A basic antihistamine had cleared it right up and they were both given the all clear to resume usual programming. ‘So how come I have to get the public bollocking from Owen?’ Ianto hated being the centre of attention, so getting a verbal flogging from Owen about their private sex lives was more than his pride could take.
‘Oh, don't you worry,’ Jack assured him. ‘I got my own dose of it way worse than yours. It's just that you’d already disappeared down here to sulk and missed it.’
‘Pretty sure I didn't need to hear it all on repeat. Couldn't he have just done it once and gotten it out of his system?’
Jack perched on the edge of the desk. ‘I think he assumed that if we were together, we wouldn't have listened to a word of it.’
‘I didn't,’ Ianto replied. ‘You?’
‘Not one bit.’
