Challenge 806 - One for the team
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m_findlowTitle: One for the team
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 806 - Sting at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is determined not to let Jack always take a bullet for the team. A double drabble.
Jack winced as he watched Owen taking scissors to Ianto's shirt, cutting it away from the injured shoulder rather than attempt to take it off the way it was intended, adding more pain and potential injury. Jack had loved that particular shirt, but he loved its owner more. A shirt was a small price to pay for keeping the latter. As the shirt was peeled away, revealing the bloody wound, Jack could see that it must have done more than sting.
‘How many times have I told you not to throw yourself in front of me?’ Jack said, lacking any conviction to be mad at Ianto who was already suffering enough with a bullet lodged in his shoulder.
‘I didn't throw myself, he replied. It was more of a semi gentle nudge out of the way.’
‘It didn't work,’ Jack said. ‘The bullet still hit someone.’ He sighed. ‘I'm immortal, Ianto. I can't die if I get shot.’
‘You can still feel pain,’ Ianto argued. He hissed as Owen began treating the wound with alcohol.
‘I'll be the death of you one day, Ianto,’ Jack said.
Ianto grimaced then sank back as the painkillers kicked it. ‘It'll be worth it.’
Jack winced as he watched Owen taking scissors to Ianto's shirt, cutting it away from the injured shoulder rather than attempt to take it off the way it was intended, adding more pain and potential injury. Jack had loved that particular shirt, but he loved its owner more. A shirt was a small price to pay for keeping the latter. As the shirt was peeled away, revealing the bloody wound, Jack could see that it must have done more than sting.
‘How many times have I told you not to throw yourself in front of me?’ Jack said, lacking any conviction to be mad at Ianto who was already suffering enough with a bullet lodged in his shoulder.
‘I didn't throw myself, he replied. It was more of a semi gentle nudge out of the way.’
‘It didn't work,’ Jack said. ‘The bullet still hit someone.’ He sighed. ‘I'm immortal, Ianto. I can't die if I get shot.’
‘You can still feel pain,’ Ianto argued. He hissed as Owen began treating the wound with alcohol.
‘I'll be the death of you one day, Ianto,’ Jack said.
Ianto grimaced then sank back as the painkillers kicked it. ‘It'll be worth it.’
