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m_findlowTitle: One is the loneliest number
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 824 - Miserable at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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torchwood100Summary: Ianto can't understand why Myf is so down in the dumps. A double drabble.
‘Why the long face, Ianto Jones?’ Jack asked, spotting Ianto perched on a stool by the kitchen counter, twirling his coffee mug and staring off into space.
‘It’s not my face you should be worried about.’ Jack frowned, then Ianto threw him a look as if he should know what he was talking about. ‘It’s Myfanwy. She’s been listless and miserable for days. I’ve tried everything to perk her back up. Her favourite fish, expensive dark chocolate, fresh straw for her nest… I even had Owen check on her and he says there’s absolutely nothing physically wrong with her. Never mind that she’s barely been touching her food and I can’t remember the last time I saw her leave her nest for some fresh air and to spread her wings.’
Jack perched himself on the stool next to Ianto and put a placating hand on his shoulder. ‘You know, she’s probably just lonely.’
‘But I talk to her all the time. We play games.’
‘And those are all commendable things,’ Jack replied, ‘but it’s not the same. No matter how much we care for her, she’s still the last of her kind. That’s not an easy thing to live with.’
‘Why the long face, Ianto Jones?’ Jack asked, spotting Ianto perched on a stool by the kitchen counter, twirling his coffee mug and staring off into space.
‘It’s not my face you should be worried about.’ Jack frowned, then Ianto threw him a look as if he should know what he was talking about. ‘It’s Myfanwy. She’s been listless and miserable for days. I’ve tried everything to perk her back up. Her favourite fish, expensive dark chocolate, fresh straw for her nest… I even had Owen check on her and he says there’s absolutely nothing physically wrong with her. Never mind that she’s barely been touching her food and I can’t remember the last time I saw her leave her nest for some fresh air and to spread her wings.’
Jack perched himself on the stool next to Ianto and put a placating hand on his shoulder. ‘You know, she’s probably just lonely.’
‘But I talk to her all the time. We play games.’
‘And those are all commendable things,’ Jack replied, ‘but it’s not the same. No matter how much we care for her, she’s still the last of her kind. That’s not an easy thing to live with.’
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Date: 2024-08-04 08:57 am (UTC)