Challenge 757 - Sore and sorry
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m_findlowTitle: Sore and sorry
Character: Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 757 - Limp at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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tw100Summary: Ianto doesn't want anyone's sympathy. A double drabble.
Ianto felt Owen's glare as he moved past, trying not to attract attention and failing miserably.
‘You’ve got a limp,’ Owen stated, having fixated on the way Ianto favoured one leg over the other. It wasn’t intentional, but he still found that putting extra weight on it made the tendons twitch painfully. Moving around the obstacle course that was the hub was becoming a nightmare.
‘So?’ Ianto bluntly replied. He’d had quite enough of being treated like the enemy since he’d taken off without the rest of them on his own harebrained investigations.
‘How’d you get it?’
Ianto clenched his jaw, annoyed at the question. ‘Turns out that when you crash a spacecraft and eject from it at several hundred feet, you don’t always come out the other side unscathed.’ His leg had been injured long before either of those two events but it didn’t seem to matter much. Either way, he had only himself to blame, even if he had saved the lives of most of the people aboard the Sky Puncher.
‘I should take a look,’ Owen told him in his doctorly manner.
‘I’m fine,’ Ianto snapped. No one had cared before he left, so why start now?
Ianto felt Owen's glare as he moved past, trying not to attract attention and failing miserably.
‘You’ve got a limp,’ Owen stated, having fixated on the way Ianto favoured one leg over the other. It wasn’t intentional, but he still found that putting extra weight on it made the tendons twitch painfully. Moving around the obstacle course that was the hub was becoming a nightmare.
‘So?’ Ianto bluntly replied. He’d had quite enough of being treated like the enemy since he’d taken off without the rest of them on his own harebrained investigations.
‘How’d you get it?’
Ianto clenched his jaw, annoyed at the question. ‘Turns out that when you crash a spacecraft and eject from it at several hundred feet, you don’t always come out the other side unscathed.’ His leg had been injured long before either of those two events but it didn’t seem to matter much. Either way, he had only himself to blame, even if he had saved the lives of most of the people aboard the Sky Puncher.
‘I should take a look,’ Owen told him in his doctorly manner.
‘I’m fine,’ Ianto snapped. No one had cared before he left, so why start now?
