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Drabble_weekly Challenge 331 - Consequences
Title: Consequences
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 331 - It's about time at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack gets a rude welcome. A double drabble.
Jack couldn't help but grin at the mug sitting on his desk. It had been there when he'd arrived, but judging from the steam coming off it, it had been placed there only seconds before he'd come sweeping through the door. Gods, but he'd missed Ianto’s coffee.
Rather than drink it straight away, he let it sit there for a moment, just admiring the blue and white striped mug as he rifled through the pile of papers also left on his desk. He had so much to catch up on, but it would be made all the less painful for the liquid treat that now beckoned him.
He grasped it and took his first sip, sputtering slightly moments later. This was not how he remembered Ianto’s coffee.
'Good morning, sir,' came the greeting.
'Ianto, did you just serve me instant decaf?' He felt as embittered as the words that tumbled out of his mouth. 'Is this the kind of thanks I get for being back?'
'You always did have discerning taste buds,' Ianto said. 'And, yes. It's about bloody time.'
'I didn't mean to be away so long.'
'Perhaps not,' came the concessionary reply. 'But all our actions have consequences.'
Jack couldn't help but grin at the mug sitting on his desk. It had been there when he'd arrived, but judging from the steam coming off it, it had been placed there only seconds before he'd come sweeping through the door. Gods, but he'd missed Ianto’s coffee.
Rather than drink it straight away, he let it sit there for a moment, just admiring the blue and white striped mug as he rifled through the pile of papers also left on his desk. He had so much to catch up on, but it would be made all the less painful for the liquid treat that now beckoned him.
He grasped it and took his first sip, sputtering slightly moments later. This was not how he remembered Ianto’s coffee.
'Good morning, sir,' came the greeting.
'Ianto, did you just serve me instant decaf?' He felt as embittered as the words that tumbled out of his mouth. 'Is this the kind of thanks I get for being back?'
'You always did have discerning taste buds,' Ianto said. 'And, yes. It's about bloody time.'
'I didn't mean to be away so long.'
'Perhaps not,' came the concessionary reply. 'But all our actions have consequences.'
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