Challenge 765 - Short on sleep
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m_findlowTitle: Short on sleep
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Summary: Jack gives some sage advice. A double drabble.
‘I wouldn't if I were you,’ Jack warned, watching Ianto heading for the stairs down to the lower levels.
‘I’m only going down to feed the weevils,’ he replied, not sure Jack had any idea where he was headed and why.
‘I know. That’s why I'm suggesting you don't.’
Ianto frowned, then checked his watch. ‘But it’s eight fifteen. I always feed the weevils at eight fifteen.’
‘Not today, I wouldn't. Fred has been grouchy all night and now it’s got the whole lot of them short-tempered and ratty. You’re likely to lose an arm if you go down there right now.’
Ianto heaved a sigh. Like weevils weren't always dangerous and in a bad mood for being locked up in Torchwood’s less than desirable accommodations. ‘Well, not feeding them is going to make them even more grumpy, don’t you think?’ Rather like everyone who occupied the upper levels of the hub, he didn’t add.
Jack shrugged. ‘I sedated Fred about an hour ago. Cost me a brand new shirt and some painful wound healing, but it should give the others some peace to get a few hours sleep. Suggest you wait until the children have all had a nap.’
‘I wouldn't if I were you,’ Jack warned, watching Ianto heading for the stairs down to the lower levels.
‘I’m only going down to feed the weevils,’ he replied, not sure Jack had any idea where he was headed and why.
‘I know. That’s why I'm suggesting you don't.’
Ianto frowned, then checked his watch. ‘But it’s eight fifteen. I always feed the weevils at eight fifteen.’
‘Not today, I wouldn't. Fred has been grouchy all night and now it’s got the whole lot of them short-tempered and ratty. You’re likely to lose an arm if you go down there right now.’
Ianto heaved a sigh. Like weevils weren't always dangerous and in a bad mood for being locked up in Torchwood’s less than desirable accommodations. ‘Well, not feeding them is going to make them even more grumpy, don’t you think?’ Rather like everyone who occupied the upper levels of the hub, he didn’t add.
Jack shrugged. ‘I sedated Fred about an hour ago. Cost me a brand new shirt and some painful wound healing, but it should give the others some peace to get a few hours sleep. Suggest you wait until the children have all had a nap.’
