Challenge 858 - Tainted
Mar. 30th, 2025 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
m_findlowTitle: Tainted
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 858 - Breath/Breathe at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The country air will never be the same for Ianto. A double drabble.
Jack pulled down the back flap of the SUV and coaxed Ianto to sit on its ledge. ‘Just keep your head down and take some slow, deep breaths,’ he said, keeping his voice calm and quiet.
He reached over and behind Ianto, rifling in one of their storage containers and came back with a wet wipe, offering it to Ianto who took it and began scrubbing it over his face and neck. It removed most of the filth and Jack offered up a second one, which Ianto just clutched against his face, breathing in the smell of disinfectant.
‘Just keep taking those nice deep breaths,’ Jack said, patting him on the shoulder before leaving him to check on the rest of the team and to coordinate things whilst the police and ambulances were still yet to arrive.
Ianto inhaled the astringent alcohol smell again. He appreciated Jack encouraging to take in the country air, but all he could smell was the blood and the raw scent of fear and death. The whole valley was flooded with the stench from that house of horrors, where Ianto had nearly become just another animal for slaughter. That country air was now forever tainted.
Jack pulled down the back flap of the SUV and coaxed Ianto to sit on its ledge. ‘Just keep your head down and take some slow, deep breaths,’ he said, keeping his voice calm and quiet.
He reached over and behind Ianto, rifling in one of their storage containers and came back with a wet wipe, offering it to Ianto who took it and began scrubbing it over his face and neck. It removed most of the filth and Jack offered up a second one, which Ianto just clutched against his face, breathing in the smell of disinfectant.
‘Just keep taking those nice deep breaths,’ Jack said, patting him on the shoulder before leaving him to check on the rest of the team and to coordinate things whilst the police and ambulances were still yet to arrive.
Ianto inhaled the astringent alcohol smell again. He appreciated Jack encouraging to take in the country air, but all he could smell was the blood and the raw scent of fear and death. The whole valley was flooded with the stench from that house of horrors, where Ianto had nearly become just another animal for slaughter. That country air was now forever tainted.
