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Drabble_weekly Challenge 382 - By your side
Title: By your side
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 382 - I'm alright at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto is there for Jack through thick and thin. A double drabble.
From the back seat, Ianto heard Gwen swear as the car swung around and came to a stop at the scene. It was one singular expletive, but enough to tell Ianto that things were very much not under control.
‘I told him to wait for us,’ Gwen muttered, unclipping her seatbelt and barking at Owen for the guns from the glovebox even as he was already fumbling for them. ‘Why does he never bloody listen?’
Because he’s Jack, Ianto wanted to say, taking his own gun and expertly checking the magazine before sliding it back into place, cocked and ready to go in a split second. Jack doesn’t wait for backup.
The team split up, guns going off immediately against the hostile aliens. Ianto however only had eyes for Jack. He wasn’t hard to spot, splayed over a crate in such a backwards bent position that his spine had to have been broken in several places.
‘I’m alright,’ Jack said, head hanging upside down but still able to recognise an ally. ‘Just all the blood going to my head. Bit woozy, actually.’
Ianto chewed his lip. Jack was far from alright, but he stayed silent until Jack died and revived.
From the back seat, Ianto heard Gwen swear as the car swung around and came to a stop at the scene. It was one singular expletive, but enough to tell Ianto that things were very much not under control.
‘I told him to wait for us,’ Gwen muttered, unclipping her seatbelt and barking at Owen for the guns from the glovebox even as he was already fumbling for them. ‘Why does he never bloody listen?’
Because he’s Jack, Ianto wanted to say, taking his own gun and expertly checking the magazine before sliding it back into place, cocked and ready to go in a split second. Jack doesn’t wait for backup.
The team split up, guns going off immediately against the hostile aliens. Ianto however only had eyes for Jack. He wasn’t hard to spot, splayed over a crate in such a backwards bent position that his spine had to have been broken in several places.
‘I’m alright,’ Jack said, head hanging upside down but still able to recognise an ally. ‘Just all the blood going to my head. Bit woozy, actually.’
Ianto chewed his lip. Jack was far from alright, but he stayed silent until Jack died and revived.