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Title: Slow to heal
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 385 - Wall/Walls at
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Summary: Jack's slow healing qualities tend to drive everybody mad. A double drabble.
Owen cringed as he heard the banging sound coming from Jack’s office. He tried his best to ignore it and go back to finishing off his reports, but then it became more persistent. Bang, bang, bang, bang...
‘Bleeding Christ,’ Owen swore, wishing Ianto hadn’t popped off to the shops. Someone was going to have to go and deal with the noise, and it seemed that someone was Owen.
‘Enough!’ he yelled before even reaching the threshold of Jack’s office. It didn’t stop the noise, watching Jack idly ram the wheelchair back and forth into the edge of his desk just for the sheer annoyance factor. ‘I’ll take that bloody wheelchair off you if you don't quit it.’
Jack scowled at him like the unhappy patient he was. ‘I’m crawling up the walls here stuck in this stupid chair,’ he complained. He gave the desk another ram for good measure, hard enough that his glass of water swayed, and then slopped right over the side, leaking across a pile of black and white surveillance photographs.
‘Should’ve thought of that before getting your legs blown off,’ Owen replied. ‘Be thankful that they’ll eventually grow back. Think about that instead of being ungrateful.’
Owen cringed as he heard the banging sound coming from Jack’s office. He tried his best to ignore it and go back to finishing off his reports, but then it became more persistent. Bang, bang, bang, bang...
‘Bleeding Christ,’ Owen swore, wishing Ianto hadn’t popped off to the shops. Someone was going to have to go and deal with the noise, and it seemed that someone was Owen.
‘Enough!’ he yelled before even reaching the threshold of Jack’s office. It didn’t stop the noise, watching Jack idly ram the wheelchair back and forth into the edge of his desk just for the sheer annoyance factor. ‘I’ll take that bloody wheelchair off you if you don't quit it.’
Jack scowled at him like the unhappy patient he was. ‘I’m crawling up the walls here stuck in this stupid chair,’ he complained. He gave the desk another ram for good measure, hard enough that his glass of water swayed, and then slopped right over the side, leaking across a pile of black and white surveillance photographs.
‘Should’ve thought of that before getting your legs blown off,’ Owen replied. ‘Be thankful that they’ll eventually grow back. Think about that instead of being ungrateful.’
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Date: 2024-02-17 12:43 pm (UTC)