Challenge 816 - Accidentallly on purpose
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m_findlowTitle: Accidentally on purpose
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 816 - Temper at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto has to document a rather unfortunate incident. A double drabble.
Jack pushed the paperwork across the desk towards his general support officer. It was a strange feeling, forcing paperwork on him when usually it was the other way around. ‘You know I need you to fill this out, don’t you?’
Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘That would be the protocol for these sorts of things, sir,’ came the cagey reply.
Jack leaned back in his chair. ‘I don’t get it, Ianto.’ The only other person Ianto had ever thrown a punch at was Jack, and he’d probably deserved it at the time. Not that John Hart didn’t often deserve a knuckle sandwich. More often than he ever got one, no doubt.
Ianto shrugged. ‘What’s to get, sir? I lost my temper, that’s all.’
Jack folded his arms, unsatisfied by the answer. ‘Ianto Jones, you don’t lose your temper. Not even for twats like John. He must have really pushed your buttons.’ John was good at that, Jack knew, but what could he have said that would make Ianto snap so much that he broke John’s nose.
Ianto clutched the clipboard and pulled it toward him. ‘It’ll all be in my report, sir.’
‘I look forward to reading it.’ And he would.
Jack pushed the paperwork across the desk towards his general support officer. It was a strange feeling, forcing paperwork on him when usually it was the other way around. ‘You know I need you to fill this out, don’t you?’
Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘That would be the protocol for these sorts of things, sir,’ came the cagey reply.
Jack leaned back in his chair. ‘I don’t get it, Ianto.’ The only other person Ianto had ever thrown a punch at was Jack, and he’d probably deserved it at the time. Not that John Hart didn’t often deserve a knuckle sandwich. More often than he ever got one, no doubt.
Ianto shrugged. ‘What’s to get, sir? I lost my temper, that’s all.’
Jack folded his arms, unsatisfied by the answer. ‘Ianto Jones, you don’t lose your temper. Not even for twats like John. He must have really pushed your buttons.’ John was good at that, Jack knew, but what could he have said that would make Ianto snap so much that he broke John’s nose.
Ianto clutched the clipboard and pulled it toward him. ‘It’ll all be in my report, sir.’
‘I look forward to reading it.’ And he would.
