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m_findlowTitle: Something stronger
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 330 - Amnesty & Challenge 129 - Tired at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto needs something strong to get him through this. A double drabble.
‘Caffeine,’ Ianto murmured to himself, stirring his mug. ‘Not nearly as good as actual sleep but it’ll have to do.’ To say he felt guilty that he was only making coffee for himself was an understatement.
Somewhere, several floors below, Jack was locked up in a cell, possibly still trying to tear his skin from his bones, despite Ianto’s attempts to heal his self-inflicted wounds. That or he was moving into stage two of the virus, contemplating how best to kill Ianto. It didn’t really bear thinking about.
Neither did putting his faith in one ex-Torchwood One employee from the 1950’s who didn’t seem to be terribly keen on helping. Since he was left waiting for Norton to come back to him with everything he knew about the Good Thinking Project there was nothing else he could do right now, except make himself a coffee that might see him through until this whole nightmare was over.
He was sleep deprived and the city was going to hell. He simply couldn't afford to be drowsy and off his game right now. If that meant double shot espresso with three heaped teaspoons of sugar, then that’s what he’d drink – Jack Harkness style.
‘Caffeine,’ Ianto murmured to himself, stirring his mug. ‘Not nearly as good as actual sleep but it’ll have to do.’ To say he felt guilty that he was only making coffee for himself was an understatement.
Somewhere, several floors below, Jack was locked up in a cell, possibly still trying to tear his skin from his bones, despite Ianto’s attempts to heal his self-inflicted wounds. That or he was moving into stage two of the virus, contemplating how best to kill Ianto. It didn’t really bear thinking about.
Neither did putting his faith in one ex-Torchwood One employee from the 1950’s who didn’t seem to be terribly keen on helping. Since he was left waiting for Norton to come back to him with everything he knew about the Good Thinking Project there was nothing else he could do right now, except make himself a coffee that might see him through until this whole nightmare was over.
He was sleep deprived and the city was going to hell. He simply couldn't afford to be drowsy and off his game right now. If that meant double shot espresso with three heaped teaspoons of sugar, then that’s what he’d drink – Jack Harkness style.
