Challenge 839 - Through thick and thin
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m_findlowTitle: Through thick and thin
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 839 - Hole at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack knows Ianto will be there for him, no matter how bad things get. A double drabble.
Jack had been shot loads of times so he knew when things were probably pretty bad. Laser weapons always did more damage than conventional projectile weapons, though they seemed to hurt less on account of much of the wound being cauterised by the blast.
He lay on the ground, smelling seared fabric and pork roast, Ianto leaning over him three shades paler than usual. ‘Seriously, how bad is it?’
Ianto tried and failed to maintain eye contact, unable to avoid the gaping hole in Jack's torso, just below the rib cage. He expected to see bits of intestine and mangled organs, but instead there was just nothing. It was almost cartoonish. He swallowed back on acid reflux and took hold of Jack’s hand, squeezing it tight. ‘Let's not discuss things like that. Right now we're just going to focus on you staying with me until help arrives, okay?’
‘Ianto,’ Jack levelled with him, ‘you wanted us to start being honest with each other. So, how bad is it?’
Ianto grimaced, sparing Jack’s hideous injuries a further glance and feeling his stomach clench. ‘On the scale of my wanting to throw up? About a ten.’
Jack's head fell back. ‘Thought so.’
Jack had been shot loads of times so he knew when things were probably pretty bad. Laser weapons always did more damage than conventional projectile weapons, though they seemed to hurt less on account of much of the wound being cauterised by the blast.
He lay on the ground, smelling seared fabric and pork roast, Ianto leaning over him three shades paler than usual. ‘Seriously, how bad is it?’
Ianto tried and failed to maintain eye contact, unable to avoid the gaping hole in Jack's torso, just below the rib cage. He expected to see bits of intestine and mangled organs, but instead there was just nothing. It was almost cartoonish. He swallowed back on acid reflux and took hold of Jack’s hand, squeezing it tight. ‘Let's not discuss things like that. Right now we're just going to focus on you staying with me until help arrives, okay?’
‘Ianto,’ Jack levelled with him, ‘you wanted us to start being honest with each other. So, how bad is it?’
Ianto grimaced, sparing Jack’s hideous injuries a further glance and feeling his stomach clench. ‘On the scale of my wanting to throw up? About a ten.’
Jack's head fell back. ‘Thought so.’
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Date: 2024-11-17 10:32 am (UTC)