Challenge 917 - Tripping out
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m_findlowTitle: Tripping out
Character: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 917 - Trip at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is having a bad day and Jack is trying his best. A triple drabble.
‘Ianto, I've brought you your–’ Jack turned around as he clutched the blanket – the extra soft one that he kept down in Jack's bunker for chilly nights – but found its owner gone. ‘Owen!’ Jack barked. ‘I told you to keep an eye on him,’ he said, still searching, now more frantically for their general support officer.
‘I've got things to do, you know,’ Owen replied, both hands full with glass vials of various chemicals. ‘Not least of which is coming up with the right formula for a downer without making things worse.’
Jack's jaw clenched in frustration. The exposure had been accidental, but the gas had been potent enough to send Ianto's brain into a tailspin, from hyperactive and giddy all the way through to panicked and paranoid. The last thing Jack needed was for Ianto to hurt himself whilst he was tipping out. Sedatives had been deemed too risky so Owen was busy coming up with an alternative, but he still should have been keeping one eye firmly on his patient. ‘Which way did he go?’
‘How should I know?’
Fat lot of good you are, Jack silently cursed, making a mental note to give Owen a proper bollocking later. Right now his more important task was finding Ianto and making a safe space for him until he recovered.
‘Ianto!’ How far could he have gotten in just a few minutes? The hub was vast, with lots of dangerous objects just lying around.
‘Ianto!’
Jack strained his ears then heard a muffled sob from behind the stairs. He rushed over and found him tucked in underneath them in an impossible ball. Jack immediately wrapped Ianto in the blanket. ‘Shh! I've got you.’
‘Ianto…’ Then he giggled. ‘Ianto's a funny name, isn't it?’
Jack sighed. ‘Sure. I find it hilarious.’
‘Ianto, I've brought you your–’ Jack turned around as he clutched the blanket – the extra soft one that he kept down in Jack's bunker for chilly nights – but found its owner gone. ‘Owen!’ Jack barked. ‘I told you to keep an eye on him,’ he said, still searching, now more frantically for their general support officer.
‘I've got things to do, you know,’ Owen replied, both hands full with glass vials of various chemicals. ‘Not least of which is coming up with the right formula for a downer without making things worse.’
Jack's jaw clenched in frustration. The exposure had been accidental, but the gas had been potent enough to send Ianto's brain into a tailspin, from hyperactive and giddy all the way through to panicked and paranoid. The last thing Jack needed was for Ianto to hurt himself whilst he was tipping out. Sedatives had been deemed too risky so Owen was busy coming up with an alternative, but he still should have been keeping one eye firmly on his patient. ‘Which way did he go?’
‘How should I know?’
Fat lot of good you are, Jack silently cursed, making a mental note to give Owen a proper bollocking later. Right now his more important task was finding Ianto and making a safe space for him until he recovered.
‘Ianto!’ How far could he have gotten in just a few minutes? The hub was vast, with lots of dangerous objects just lying around.
‘Ianto!’
Jack strained his ears then heard a muffled sob from behind the stairs. He rushed over and found him tucked in underneath them in an impossible ball. Jack immediately wrapped Ianto in the blanket. ‘Shh! I've got you.’
‘Ianto…’ Then he giggled. ‘Ianto's a funny name, isn't it?’
Jack sighed. ‘Sure. I find it hilarious.’
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Date: 2026-05-17 09:50 am (UTC)