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Title: Going to pieces
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Tosh
Rating: PG
Challenge: 28 - Some Assembly Required at drabble_weekly
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Something has gone wrong and Jack has gone to pieces over it
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Owen huffed, Ianto pinched the bridge of his nose, and Tosh just coughed awkwardly, staring at the sight that beheld them when they arrived that morning.
'I don't know how you manage it, but you've well and truly outdone yourself this time,' Ianto said, staring down at the floor where Jack was lying there, literally in pieces. There were dozens of body bits, all seemingly intact, if now completely detached from one another.
'I really hope that's a finger,' Owen said, nudging a long piece of flesh with his shoe.
'Hey, come on,' Jack's lips said, 'give me some credit, it's way bigger than that!'
'It's true,' Ianto added, smirking, unable to resist winding up both Jack and Owen in one go.
'That's disturbing,' Tosh said, as Jack's eyeball followed her. 'How are you even alive like that?'
'No idea,' he said, 'but can we work on putting me back together?'
'Medically or mentally?' Owen jibed.
'Lucky at least one of us knows your body inside and out. We're going to be here a while,' Ianto sighed.
'Just so long as I don't end up like a Picasso painting. It takes a lot to look as good as I do.'