Challenge 803 - Kid gloves
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m_findlowTitle: Kid gloves
Character: Jack, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 803 - Knock at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack hates being handled with kid gloves. A double drabble.
‘Sit back down, Jack Harkness,’ Gwen said, giving him her best hard glare. Admittedly it kind of worked, making his shrink back slowly into the chair, albeit with a petulant, chastised look about him.
‘I’m fine,’ he said, trying to assure her that he didn’t need sitting down and that he had a pile of things he should be doing, none of which required babysitting.
‘You’re not bloody fine,’ she replied. ‘You took an almighty knock to the head and have a serious concussion.’ She raised a finger before he could deny it. ‘Owen’s words, not mine.’
‘I am totally compos mentis,’ he argued. ‘I don’t need everyone hovering and checking on me every five seconds.’
‘You couldn't recite the alphabet in order.’
Jack bristled. ‘That was a trick question. Do you know how many languages I can speak? The letter K doesn’t even exist out there in the universe. You people just made that up when there was a perfectly good C already going to waste.’
‘You were out cold for five whole minutes,’ she reiterated.
Jack began reciting the alphabet over and over, making sure to emphasise the Ks, just to annoy her.
‘Now I know you’re mad.’
‘Sit back down, Jack Harkness,’ Gwen said, giving him her best hard glare. Admittedly it kind of worked, making his shrink back slowly into the chair, albeit with a petulant, chastised look about him.
‘I’m fine,’ he said, trying to assure her that he didn’t need sitting down and that he had a pile of things he should be doing, none of which required babysitting.
‘You’re not bloody fine,’ she replied. ‘You took an almighty knock to the head and have a serious concussion.’ She raised a finger before he could deny it. ‘Owen’s words, not mine.’
‘I am totally compos mentis,’ he argued. ‘I don’t need everyone hovering and checking on me every five seconds.’
‘You couldn't recite the alphabet in order.’
Jack bristled. ‘That was a trick question. Do you know how many languages I can speak? The letter K doesn’t even exist out there in the universe. You people just made that up when there was a perfectly good C already going to waste.’
‘You were out cold for five whole minutes,’ she reiterated.
Jack began reciting the alphabet over and over, making sure to emphasise the Ks, just to annoy her.
‘Now I know you’re mad.’
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:20 am (UTC)