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m_findlowTitle: A world of pain
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: Spoilers for "The Undertaker's Gift"
Author notes: Written for Challenge 474 - Hurt at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack wishes that he could shoulder everyone else's pain so they didn't have to. A triple drabble.
Jack pushed Ianto Jones, very gently, down onto the sofa. 'Now,' he said, 'you just sit here whilst I go make us a hot chocolate.'
'A hot chocolate?' Ianto asked, raising an eyebrow. 'A few hours ago you were trying to make me a coffee, God forbid, then tea, and I barely let you get away with making me a glass of water.'
'Well,' Jack replied with a shrug, 'I hadn't thought about hot chocolate at the time, and we both definitely deserve one after today.' Ianto nodded, unable to disagree with him on that front. 'I'm going to make the best damn hot chocolate there ever was. Extra chocolatey, frothy milk, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles.'
'You're sure you know how to operate the milk frother?'
Jack tutted. 'I can master anything given enough time and willpower.'
He walked away trying not to feel immensely guilty. Ianto had nearly died today and here they were joking about whether Jack could operate a milk frother. What hurt even more was the fact that Ianto didn't even blame him for it. If Jack hadn't palmed off that Hokrala writ, the assassins would have gone after him and not Ianto. Instead his lover was in severe pain, bandaged from collarbone to hip full covering the hundreds of open sores on his torso that were going to take weeks to heal properly and might even scar.
He was alive though, and for that Jack was immensely grateful. You always hurt the ones you love, don't you Jack? he told himself as he stepped into the kitchen, trying not to look at the way Ianto winced as he leaned back on the sofa in need of more painkillers. It felt like Jack was never going to stop hurting the people he cared about the most.
Jack pushed Ianto Jones, very gently, down onto the sofa. 'Now,' he said, 'you just sit here whilst I go make us a hot chocolate.'
'A hot chocolate?' Ianto asked, raising an eyebrow. 'A few hours ago you were trying to make me a coffee, God forbid, then tea, and I barely let you get away with making me a glass of water.'
'Well,' Jack replied with a shrug, 'I hadn't thought about hot chocolate at the time, and we both definitely deserve one after today.' Ianto nodded, unable to disagree with him on that front. 'I'm going to make the best damn hot chocolate there ever was. Extra chocolatey, frothy milk, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles.'
'You're sure you know how to operate the milk frother?'
Jack tutted. 'I can master anything given enough time and willpower.'
He walked away trying not to feel immensely guilty. Ianto had nearly died today and here they were joking about whether Jack could operate a milk frother. What hurt even more was the fact that Ianto didn't even blame him for it. If Jack hadn't palmed off that Hokrala writ, the assassins would have gone after him and not Ianto. Instead his lover was in severe pain, bandaged from collarbone to hip full covering the hundreds of open sores on his torso that were going to take weeks to heal properly and might even scar.
He was alive though, and for that Jack was immensely grateful. You always hurt the ones you love, don't you Jack? he told himself as he stepped into the kitchen, trying not to look at the way Ianto winced as he leaned back on the sofa in need of more painkillers. It felt like Jack was never going to stop hurting the people he cared about the most.
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Date: 2025-11-08 10:31 am (UTC)