Anythingdrabble Challenge 31 - Misplaced trust

[m_findlow]

Title: Misplaced trust
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Owen, Ianto, Jack
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 31 - Huffy at anythingdrabble
Summary: Ianto is in a foul mood over something.

'Oi! Teaboy!' Owen called out.

'What?' Ianto huffed.

'I'm running low on stuff.'

'What stuff?'

'Just... stuff,' he said, peering inside the cupboards. 'Thought you were keeping track of it all.'

'It's your stuff,' he replied.

'Well, yeah, but you're in charge of ordering.'

'Fine,' Ianto said, impolitely brushing past him to kneel in front of the supplies cabinet and pulling out a small notepad from his pocket.

'What are you doing?'

'Making an inventory of what you're supposedly short on since you can't be bothered to do it yourself.'

Owen gave a short eye roll and went back to his autopsy. It was hard to concentrate with Ianto there underfoot. His movements were interspersed with little huffing sounds as he clattered bottles and containers around inside the cupboards, trying to check what was there and what wasn't. He assumed Ianto would eventually settle, reverting to his usual quiet self, but he didn't. The little grunts of annoyance were beginning to irritate. Owen slammed down his scalpel loudly on the metal bench.

'Alright, what's got you so snippy?'

'Apart from that fact that I don't have time for this?' Ianto snarked.

'Yeah. Did Jack piss in your cornflakes this morning or something?'

'He was gone early,' Ianto replied. 'My cornflakes were fine.'

'So, why are you being such a whiney little girl, then?'

Ianto looked livid enough to throw a fist in Owen's direction but he held back, counting to four and letting out the breath he'd been holding. 'They lost my dry cleaning.'

'Eh?'

'Dry cleaning, Owen! They lost it! How the hell do you lose dry cleaning?'

Owen groaned, wishing he'd never asked.

'I went in there this morning to pick it up, and after twenty minutes they tell me they can't find the ticket number. Then they got annoyed when I went back there to look myself because clearly they weren't looking hard enough. Now they've called back to say they definitely don't have it.'

'You went to the right dry cleaner, didn't you?'

'Of course I did!' he snapped. 'I'm not stupid.'

'You have your moments,' Owen replied. 'It's just a few clothes. Big deal if they lost them.'

'They lost Jack's coat!' Ianto said, as if that was the greatest crime in all of human history. He supposed he could source a replacement, but it wasn't like clothes could just get up and walk away. 'I was going to hack their computer and doorknock every person who's collected clothes there since yesterday before you insisted I do this.'

'Hey guys,' Jack greeted coming to lean over the railing. 'What's all the commotion?'

Ianto frowned, seeing Jack standing there in his coat. 'Where do you get that?'

'What?'

'Your coat.'

'Oh. I picked up our dry cleaning yesterday. I left it in the back of the car last night and forgot to bring it in. I remembered it this morning when I headed out.'

'Guess we know which idiot lost your dry cleaning, now,' Owen said.

Comments

[jo02]

Ooo - I could feel the heat of Ianto's ire from here - somebody is going to get punched in the next few seconds.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Someone is going to be on decaf this week!

[bk_forever]

I have a feeling Jack is about to get strangled.

Owen can finish his own inventory and smile as he drinks decaf for the next month too. Ianto does not need all this aggravation.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

Another case of doing the right thing the wrong way!