Challenge 816 - Fight to the death
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m_findlowTitle: Fight to the death
Character: Jack, Ianto, Gwen
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: Jack makes watching Gwen argue with Rhys a spectator sport. A double drabble.
Jack hid behind his office door, albeit it was still close enough to be able to hear the raised voices outside. Beside him Ianto was budged in close, also eager to eavesdrop on as much of the conversation as possible.
‘Twenty quid Rhys wins this one,’ Jack said, referring to the argument she was having on the other end of the phone with Rhys. The pair of them had quite the tempers on them when they got fired up.
‘Twenty? This is Gwen we’re talking about. I wouldn't give you twenty quid if she was up against the entire Sontaran fleet.’
‘Oh, come on. Statistically Rhys hasn’t won an argument in weeks. He’s overdue.’
Ianto kept his eyes trained on the panel of glass in the door. ‘I’ll give you ten.’
‘Ten, it is.’ They paused to check on the state of play, listening to see who might be gaining the upper hand. Gwen's hands were flying around madly as she pointed emphatically as if Rhys were there in the room with her.
‘Do we sound like that when we have a row?’ Ianto asked.
Jack shrugged. ‘I dunno. But I bet you they don’t make up like we do.’
Jack hid behind his office door, albeit it was still close enough to be able to hear the raised voices outside. Beside him Ianto was budged in close, also eager to eavesdrop on as much of the conversation as possible.
‘Twenty quid Rhys wins this one,’ Jack said, referring to the argument she was having on the other end of the phone with Rhys. The pair of them had quite the tempers on them when they got fired up.
‘Twenty? This is Gwen we’re talking about. I wouldn't give you twenty quid if she was up against the entire Sontaran fleet.’
‘Oh, come on. Statistically Rhys hasn’t won an argument in weeks. He’s overdue.’
Ianto kept his eyes trained on the panel of glass in the door. ‘I’ll give you ten.’
‘Ten, it is.’ They paused to check on the state of play, listening to see who might be gaining the upper hand. Gwen's hands were flying around madly as she pointed emphatically as if Rhys were there in the room with her.
‘Do we sound like that when we have a row?’ Ianto asked.
Jack shrugged. ‘I dunno. But I bet you they don’t make up like we do.’
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Date: 2024-06-10 09:48 am (UTC)Hope Rhys wins this one. Poor guy needs a win.