Challenge 896 - Had enough
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m_findlowTitle: Had enough
Character: Owen, Ianto, Jack, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 896 - Carry at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack has run out of patience. A double drabble.
‘Ianto, I need coffee and paracetamol stat!’ Jack barked as he marched past, heading for his office.
‘Clearly the interrogation went well,’ Owen teased, having heard Jack's boot clomping up the stairs long before he heard Jack's voice start booming out orders.
Gwen turned her head. ‘I didn't think Jack took painkillers.’
‘Neither did I,’ Ianto replied, getting up and walking down to Owen's medical bay to retrieve a bottle from one of the cupboards. He walked it to Jack's office, knocking gently on the frame. ‘You okay?’
‘No, I'm not,’ Jack replied, slumping forwards in his chair, massaging his temples. ‘That Arcateen just carried on and on and on. Didn't get one useful bit of intel out of it.’
‘It's still down there?’ Ianto asked, setting the bottle on the desk and watching Jack waist it open and dry swallow three in one go.
‘Couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going back down there until it’s run out of breath, and I don't recommend anyone else try to move it to the cells either. Not unless you want your head to explode.’
‘Duly noted, but we probably shouldn't leave it cuffed in the interrogation room either.’
‘Then take earplugs.’
‘Ianto, I need coffee and paracetamol stat!’ Jack barked as he marched past, heading for his office.
‘Clearly the interrogation went well,’ Owen teased, having heard Jack's boot clomping up the stairs long before he heard Jack's voice start booming out orders.
Gwen turned her head. ‘I didn't think Jack took painkillers.’
‘Neither did I,’ Ianto replied, getting up and walking down to Owen's medical bay to retrieve a bottle from one of the cupboards. He walked it to Jack's office, knocking gently on the frame. ‘You okay?’
‘No, I'm not,’ Jack replied, slumping forwards in his chair, massaging his temples. ‘That Arcateen just carried on and on and on. Didn't get one useful bit of intel out of it.’
‘It's still down there?’ Ianto asked, setting the bottle on the desk and watching Jack waist it open and dry swallow three in one go.
‘Couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going back down there until it’s run out of breath, and I don't recommend anyone else try to move it to the cells either. Not unless you want your head to explode.’
‘Duly noted, but we probably shouldn't leave it cuffed in the interrogation room either.’
‘Then take earplugs.’
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Date: 2025-12-21 10:42 am (UTC)