Challenge 917 - Workplace accident
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m_findlowTitle: Workplace accident
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 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: Jack was hoping to keep things low key. A double drabble.
‘Don’t move,’ Gwen said, putting a hand on Jack’s shoulder to keep him still. ‘I’ll go fetch Owen. He’ll be around somewhere,’ she said, rushing off and leaving Jack in a heap on the floor. Bless that woman, Jack thought, but she might’ve at least picked him up and put him somewhere more comfortable!
Under his own steam he winced and cursed, stretching and reaching for the metal railings and hoisting himself until he could reach Tosh’s chair which wobbled underneath him as the wheeled feet slid, nearly turfing him back on the floor.
‘What’s going on?’ Tosh said, appearing at his side with her mug of tea, Ianto in tow with his own mug of coffee. She caught Jack’s pained wince as he reached down to his foot. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘Nothing serious,’ he said, trying to put on a brave face so that he didn’t appear to be a sulk. ‘Just a slight roll of the ankle coming up the steps.’
‘I’ve been saying for ages that those steps are a tripping hazard,’ Ianto said, propping Jack’s foot up on his own chair.
‘I didn’t trip.’
‘Oi, Harkness!’ Owen yelled. ‘Gwen says you tripped and broke an ankle!’
‘Don’t move,’ Gwen said, putting a hand on Jack’s shoulder to keep him still. ‘I’ll go fetch Owen. He’ll be around somewhere,’ she said, rushing off and leaving Jack in a heap on the floor. Bless that woman, Jack thought, but she might’ve at least picked him up and put him somewhere more comfortable!
Under his own steam he winced and cursed, stretching and reaching for the metal railings and hoisting himself until he could reach Tosh’s chair which wobbled underneath him as the wheeled feet slid, nearly turfing him back on the floor.
‘What’s going on?’ Tosh said, appearing at his side with her mug of tea, Ianto in tow with his own mug of coffee. She caught Jack’s pained wince as he reached down to his foot. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘Nothing serious,’ he said, trying to put on a brave face so that he didn’t appear to be a sulk. ‘Just a slight roll of the ankle coming up the steps.’
‘I’ve been saying for ages that those steps are a tripping hazard,’ Ianto said, propping Jack’s foot up on his own chair.
‘I didn’t trip.’
‘Oi, Harkness!’ Owen yelled. ‘Gwen says you tripped and broke an ankle!’
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Date: 2026-05-17 09:45 am (UTC)