Challenge 810 - Adult supervision
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m_findlowTitle: Adult supervision
Character: Jack, Rhiannon
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 810 - Trouble at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack hates being mollycoddled. A double drabble.
‘You really shouldn’t trouble yourself,’ Jack said, watching helplessly as Rhiannon plumped the pillow behind him and straightened his bed covers. She also snatched up a few tissues, a half-eaten mug of soup, a face washer and tidied a small pile of books on the bedside table that were all askew. There was a distinct obsessive compulsiveness to the actions that Jack took note of as being clearly genetic. It wasn’t Ianto Jones level OCD, but she had the same motherly fussing.
‘It’s no trouble, honestly,’ she replied, still moving around the room and picking up discarded clothes from the floor, tucking them under an arm already full of other things. ‘Ianto said you’d need a hand whilst you recover and I know how busy he is, covering for you.’
Jack cringed. Of course Ianto had mentioned Jack’s slowly healing injuries to his sister, making sure she came by to babysit him. Jack hated being benched, but he hated the fussing more.
‘I can’t die,’ he told her. ‘Ianto mentioned that, right?’
‘He also mentioned that you’re not going to be fully healed for at least a week. And that you’re even more stubborn than he is.’
Jack groaned. ‘Great.’
‘You really shouldn’t trouble yourself,’ Jack said, watching helplessly as Rhiannon plumped the pillow behind him and straightened his bed covers. She also snatched up a few tissues, a half-eaten mug of soup, a face washer and tidied a small pile of books on the bedside table that were all askew. There was a distinct obsessive compulsiveness to the actions that Jack took note of as being clearly genetic. It wasn’t Ianto Jones level OCD, but she had the same motherly fussing.
‘It’s no trouble, honestly,’ she replied, still moving around the room and picking up discarded clothes from the floor, tucking them under an arm already full of other things. ‘Ianto said you’d need a hand whilst you recover and I know how busy he is, covering for you.’
Jack cringed. Of course Ianto had mentioned Jack’s slowly healing injuries to his sister, making sure she came by to babysit him. Jack hated being benched, but he hated the fussing more.
‘I can’t die,’ he told her. ‘Ianto mentioned that, right?’
‘He also mentioned that you’re not going to be fully healed for at least a week. And that you’re even more stubborn than he is.’
Jack groaned. ‘Great.’
