Challenge 815 - Out of bounds
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m_findlowTitle: Out of bounds
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 815 - Fiddle at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is paying the price for touching things he shouldn't. A double drabble.
‘Ow!’ Ianto hissed in pain as Jack swabbed his palm with a medical solution that was equal parts cooling and stinging. ‘That hurts.’
‘Stop your moaning,’ Jack chided, doing his level best to be as gentle as possible to treat the burns that had made Ianto’s palm pink and blistered. ‘What have I told you about fiddling with alien things?’
Ianto gritted his teeth. ‘I didn’t fiddle with it on purpose. I was cleaning your desk. I couldn’t even find the top of it for all the junk everywhere. I unearthed three coffee mugs in the process. Small wonder it felt like we were a few short.’
‘Nobody asked you to clean my desk.’
‘No. Around here people just assume that’s my job, he retorted. If it was so dangerous it shouldn’t have even been on your desk.’
Jack looked at him in askance. ‘It’s been a busy week.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. That was every week. He winced again as Jack applied a healing cream and then began slowly wrapping a bandage around his hand. ‘You’ll be on hub duties now,’ Jack said. ‘You certainly won’t be holding a gun with it. Or anything else.’
‘More’s pity for you.’
‘Ow!’ Ianto hissed in pain as Jack swabbed his palm with a medical solution that was equal parts cooling and stinging. ‘That hurts.’
‘Stop your moaning,’ Jack chided, doing his level best to be as gentle as possible to treat the burns that had made Ianto’s palm pink and blistered. ‘What have I told you about fiddling with alien things?’
Ianto gritted his teeth. ‘I didn’t fiddle with it on purpose. I was cleaning your desk. I couldn’t even find the top of it for all the junk everywhere. I unearthed three coffee mugs in the process. Small wonder it felt like we were a few short.’
‘Nobody asked you to clean my desk.’
‘No. Around here people just assume that’s my job, he retorted. If it was so dangerous it shouldn’t have even been on your desk.’
Jack looked at him in askance. ‘It’s been a busy week.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. That was every week. He winced again as Jack applied a healing cream and then began slowly wrapping a bandage around his hand. ‘You’ll be on hub duties now,’ Jack said. ‘You certainly won’t be holding a gun with it. Or anything else.’
‘More’s pity for you.’
