Slashthedrabble Challenge 556 - One day doesn't matter

[m_findlow]

Title: One day doesn't matter
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 556 - One day/One night at slashthedrabble
Summary: Owen isn't giving up even though it doesn't make a difference to Ianto.

'Stick your arm out, Harkness,' came Owen's gruff instruction, which was more a demand than a suggestion.

Jack sighed as he rolled his shirt sleeve up a little higher, giving Owen access to the crook of his elbow. He watched with a slight nervous tension as Owen's gloved hand wrapped tightly around the needle. He knew where it was about to go but that didn't make him any happier about it, or more prepared for the sharp scratch. Owen's bedside manners weren't the greatest, at least when it came to the team. For everyone else he might be perfectly amenable and even sympathetic, but this was just the nuisance part of his job.

Jack stared up at Ianto who was leaning over the railing to watch proceedings. He rolled his eyes at Ianto who merely smirked back in response.

'This is a waste of time, Owen,' Jack huffed, watching the vial fill with deep red blood.

'It's procedure, and you know how much I love following procedure.'

'Just admit you enjoy making me suffer.'

'Okay. I enjoy making you suffer. Happy now?'

Jack looked back up at Ianto. 'I'm getting extra chocolate biscuits for this, aren't I?'

'When don't you get extra biscuits?'

'Extra cuddles then? Getting stuck with needles just to satisfy Owen's curiosity must surely earn me something extra.'

Ianto rolled his eyes back at Owen this time. 'As if you don't get spoiled every day for absolutely no reason.'

Jack pouted at the pair of them. There was nothing special about his blood. Nothing. No siree. Owen took it on the pretense of checking them all monthly for any medical concerns, contagions or other alien presences in their bloodwork, but Jack knew that Owen was doing more than checking him for low iron. He'd become obsessed with trying to understand Jack's immortality and ability to heal himself. More the latter than the former he suspected.

'Wasting everybody's time, Owen,' Jack complained as he reached for a second ampule and began filling that as well. 'If I wanted to donate blood I'd visit the Red Cross.'

'Just be quiet and let him work,' Ianto chastised. It caught Jack by surprise, being told off so openly and in no uncertain terms. That was normally Owen's job, and even then Jack never listened. When Ianto gave him a serve though, he took notice. If he didn't, there'd likely be unpleasant consequences.

'There. All done,' Owen said, yanking off the rubber tourniquet and roughly shoving a swab on the spot, forcing Jack's arm backwards to hold it himself.

'Finally,' Jack grumbled, grabbing his coat and jogging up the steps, letting Ianto tow silently after him.

'You know one day he's going to figure it out,' Ianto remarked.

'Figure out what?'

'I don't know. I'm not the resident medical genius. But something annoys you long enough you eventually get to the bottom of it.'

'And then?'

Ianto shrugged. 'Then nothing. I don't want you fixed. I love you just how you are.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Now that is true love,and Jack probably will get extra biscuits with his coffee. Ianto likes him sweet ;)