Challenge 912 - School's out
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m_findlowTitle: School's out
Character: Jack, OCs
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 912 - Refuse at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack is having real trouble with the morning school run. A double drabble.
‘I don’t wanna go to school!’
‘Sweetie, you have to,’ Jack told the eldest of his three children, sliding arms into backpack handles as the tantrum gained momentum.
‘No!’
Sweet goddesses. Why today? Jack thought. School runs had never been this hard before.
He’d been up since six am getting things ready, making three identical lunchboxes and wondering how the hell it was that Ianto got the crusts cut off the sandwiches so perfectly. His were a mangled mess, and the cheese cubes were more trapezoidal, though they matched nicely with the equally misshapen carrot and celery sticks. Jack was much better at the driving to school part than the preparing lunchboxes part of the morning routine. Everyone agreed with that, but with Ianto needing to make an emergency trip to their Paris office, Jack had been left completely in charge.
‘It’s Wednesday, Sian,’ Jack said, trying to level with her. ‘We promised Daddy that on Wednesdays we go to school.’
‘If Sian’s not going then I don't want to go to school either,’ Eleri said, putting in her two cents worth.
‘Me neither,’ Tom agreed.
Jack sighed. Was it wrong to threaten to feed your kids to a weevil?
‘I don’t wanna go to school!’
‘Sweetie, you have to,’ Jack told the eldest of his three children, sliding arms into backpack handles as the tantrum gained momentum.
‘No!’
Sweet goddesses. Why today? Jack thought. School runs had never been this hard before.
He’d been up since six am getting things ready, making three identical lunchboxes and wondering how the hell it was that Ianto got the crusts cut off the sandwiches so perfectly. His were a mangled mess, and the cheese cubes were more trapezoidal, though they matched nicely with the equally misshapen carrot and celery sticks. Jack was much better at the driving to school part than the preparing lunchboxes part of the morning routine. Everyone agreed with that, but with Ianto needing to make an emergency trip to their Paris office, Jack had been left completely in charge.
‘It’s Wednesday, Sian,’ Jack said, trying to level with her. ‘We promised Daddy that on Wednesdays we go to school.’
‘If Sian’s not going then I don't want to go to school either,’ Eleri said, putting in her two cents worth.
‘Me neither,’ Tom agreed.
Jack sighed. Was it wrong to threaten to feed your kids to a weevil?
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Date: 2026-04-12 09:40 am (UTC)