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m_findlowTitle: Left behind
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 460 - Amnesty, using Challenge 342 - Take this with you at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto is salty about being left behind. A double drabble.
‘Now that is one miserable looking Teaboy,’ Owen remarked as they rolled past Ianto sulking at his desk, foot trapped inside plaster and a moonboot with a set of crutches leaning against the edge of the desk should he need them.
‘Don’t be mean,’ Tosh scolded. ‘It could have been any of us.’
‘He can hear you,’ Ianto muttered, making them both blush slightly and scamper more quickly towards the garage.
Jack followed about a minute behind them, pausing to offer sympathy. ‘You’re sure you’re going to be okay?’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘How much trouble could I possibly get into when I can barely get from my desk to the bathroom without taking an hour to do it?’
‘That’s what worries me,’ Jack replied.
‘I’ll be fine.’ He reached down underneath his desk and picked up a thermos and handed it across. ‘Here, take this with you.’
‘Coffee?’
‘Just enough for you. Took me half the morning to get to the machine and back,’ he replied. ‘I didn't want the others thinking it was possible or I'd spend my whole day doing deliveries of cold coffee.’
Jack leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. ‘You’re just the best.’
‘Now that is one miserable looking Teaboy,’ Owen remarked as they rolled past Ianto sulking at his desk, foot trapped inside plaster and a moonboot with a set of crutches leaning against the edge of the desk should he need them.
‘Don’t be mean,’ Tosh scolded. ‘It could have been any of us.’
‘He can hear you,’ Ianto muttered, making them both blush slightly and scamper more quickly towards the garage.
Jack followed about a minute behind them, pausing to offer sympathy. ‘You’re sure you’re going to be okay?’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘How much trouble could I possibly get into when I can barely get from my desk to the bathroom without taking an hour to do it?’
‘That’s what worries me,’ Jack replied.
‘I’ll be fine.’ He reached down underneath his desk and picked up a thermos and handed it across. ‘Here, take this with you.’
‘Coffee?’
‘Just enough for you. Took me half the morning to get to the machine and back,’ he replied. ‘I didn't want the others thinking it was possible or I'd spend my whole day doing deliveries of cold coffee.’
Jack leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. ‘You’re just the best.’
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