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Challenge 805 - Too quiet
Title: Too quiet
Character: Ianto, Rhiannon
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 805 - Mouse at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto's sister is worried about how quiet the house is. A double drabble.
Ianto panicked, hearing knocking on his bedroom door. He got out of bed and hurried to the door, pulling it open just a fraction. ‘Rhi? What are you doing?’
‘Oh, so you are okay,’ she replied. ‘I was worried.’
Ianto frowned, unsure if he’d woken up fully or whether he was having one of those confusing dreams. ‘What? Why would you be worried?’
‘You were quiet as church mice,’ she whispered. ‘I thought maybe something had happened to you.’
What the hell? his brain screamed at him. ‘We’re at home in bed. What did you think could possibly happen?’
Rhi shrugged. ‘Well, I just…’
‘What? You thought we’d be in here shagging like rabbits, banging on the walls and screaming at the top of our lungs?’
She stood a little taller, taking on that defensive sisterly position. ‘Well, it is your house and I am only the guest. You’re allowed to do what you like.’
‘Iesu mawr, Rhiannon,’ Ianto swore, rubbing a hand over his face. ‘As if we’d do that.’
‘Fine. Just thought you’d like to know I care.’
‘Goodnight, Rhi,’ he said, closing the door on her and thanking God he’d slipped sleeping tablets in Jack’s evening coffee.
Ianto panicked, hearing knocking on his bedroom door. He got out of bed and hurried to the door, pulling it open just a fraction. ‘Rhi? What are you doing?’
‘Oh, so you are okay,’ she replied. ‘I was worried.’
Ianto frowned, unsure if he’d woken up fully or whether he was having one of those confusing dreams. ‘What? Why would you be worried?’
‘You were quiet as church mice,’ she whispered. ‘I thought maybe something had happened to you.’
What the hell? his brain screamed at him. ‘We’re at home in bed. What did you think could possibly happen?’
Rhi shrugged. ‘Well, I just…’
‘What? You thought we’d be in here shagging like rabbits, banging on the walls and screaming at the top of our lungs?’
She stood a little taller, taking on that defensive sisterly position. ‘Well, it is your house and I am only the guest. You’re allowed to do what you like.’
‘Iesu mawr, Rhiannon,’ Ianto swore, rubbing a hand over his face. ‘As if we’d do that.’
‘Fine. Just thought you’d like to know I care.’
‘Goodnight, Rhi,’ he said, closing the door on her and thanking God he’d slipped sleeping tablets in Jack’s evening coffee.
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