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m_findlowTitle: Sticks and stones
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 389 - Radio at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack doesn't like what he hears. A triple drabble.
‘Shouldn’t be too long,’ Ianto said, pausing by the car door as he alighted. ‘Unless of course I die of humiliation.’
Jack’s jaw clenched. ‘Go. Coffee. Now,’ he ordered, forcing Ianto to sigh and make his way into the coffee shop for desperately needed caffeine. Going back to the hub for a break and some of Ianto’s perfectly brewed coffee simply wasn’t an option.
“He’s going to leave you, you know,” came a clear voice out of nowhere. Jack blinked, frowned and then looked down at the centre console. “Yes, that’s right,” the radio cooed at him. “Not long now…”
Jack heaved a sigh. Stupid Field of Despair. Gwen was supposed to be getting that sorted but clearly she hadn’t taken it out of commission yet, still pumping out messages of doom to Cardiff’s unsuspecting residents. ‘You’re wrong,’ he told the radio. ‘Ianto doesn’t know the meaning of the word leave.’
“He’s already so disappointed in you,” the voice purred. “It’s only a matter of time before he sees right through you and realises he can do better.”
‘Shut up,’ Jack said, growing angry as his own anxious fears mounted despite knowing he shouldn’t let it. That was its whole job, making you believe that the worst was inevitable. Jack had more worries than most and he didn’t need anyone adding to them. ‘I’m not so stupid as to believe some voice that doesn’t exist.’
“You say that, but you don’t believe it one bit. Everybody leaves you Jack, but the ones that love you hurt the most, don’t they?”
Jack growled and smacked the console and snapped the dial off just as Ianto was pulling open the door, tray of coffees in hand. ‘Everything okay?’
‘S’fine,’ Jack said. ‘Just got sick of the rubbish on the radio, that’s all.’
‘Shouldn’t be too long,’ Ianto said, pausing by the car door as he alighted. ‘Unless of course I die of humiliation.’
Jack’s jaw clenched. ‘Go. Coffee. Now,’ he ordered, forcing Ianto to sigh and make his way into the coffee shop for desperately needed caffeine. Going back to the hub for a break and some of Ianto’s perfectly brewed coffee simply wasn’t an option.
“He’s going to leave you, you know,” came a clear voice out of nowhere. Jack blinked, frowned and then looked down at the centre console. “Yes, that’s right,” the radio cooed at him. “Not long now…”
Jack heaved a sigh. Stupid Field of Despair. Gwen was supposed to be getting that sorted but clearly she hadn’t taken it out of commission yet, still pumping out messages of doom to Cardiff’s unsuspecting residents. ‘You’re wrong,’ he told the radio. ‘Ianto doesn’t know the meaning of the word leave.’
“He’s already so disappointed in you,” the voice purred. “It’s only a matter of time before he sees right through you and realises he can do better.”
‘Shut up,’ Jack said, growing angry as his own anxious fears mounted despite knowing he shouldn’t let it. That was its whole job, making you believe that the worst was inevitable. Jack had more worries than most and he didn’t need anyone adding to them. ‘I’m not so stupid as to believe some voice that doesn’t exist.’
“You say that, but you don’t believe it one bit. Everybody leaves you Jack, but the ones that love you hurt the most, don’t they?”
Jack growled and smacked the console and snapped the dial off just as Ianto was pulling open the door, tray of coffees in hand. ‘Everything okay?’
‘S’fine,’ Jack said. ‘Just got sick of the rubbish on the radio, that’s all.’
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