Anythingdrabble Challenge 128 - On your own

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Title: On your own
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto, Jack
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 128 - Drag at anythingdrabble
Summary: Ianto is finding it difficult to assert himself now that the tables are turned.

Ianto's face scrunched up as the beeping sound pierced through his consciousness, cutting him away from deep sleep and dragging him into wakefulness. Typical, he thought. Always the one night that he thought they might have a peaceful night's sleep. He threw back the duvet and crawled out, rubbing his face to wake himself up.

'Come on, Jack,' Ianto said, tugging firmly at the duvet as Jack clung tightly to it. 'Get up and get dressed.'

Jack groaned and nestled deeper into his pillow as Ianto was swapping his pajama bottoms for a pair of jeans he'd left folded on a chair. It had been a long time since he'd had to prepare for this kind of thing but it came back to him as second nature.

'Jack...' There was still no movement from the other side of the bed, which annoyed Ianto slightly. He grabbed his pillow and reached over the bed to whack Jack gently with it. 'Jack! Get that gorgeous butt of yours up and out of bed.'

'Don't wanna,' came the muffled sound as he pulled Ianto's pillow over his head.

Ianto rolled his eyes in the dark. How many times had Jack dragged him out of bed at all hours of the night to attend a rift alert and to spare the rest of the team? There was no need, really. All of them were equally in line to deal with rift alerts, whatever time of the day it was. It just always seemed easier to grab the one person who was already right there. He supposed that was the pice you paid for getting to share a bed with your boss. Now the tables were turned and it was him as boss, trying to drag Jack out of bed to come with him. He owed it to the team to still be liable for night duties, at least when he wasn't running around eighteen hours a day, traveling halfway across the globe to coordinate the multiple Torchwood branches.

Ianto sat on the edge of the bed to tug on some socks - those at least were clean - following up with his sneakers. If he recalled correctly, his windbreaker was still on the back seat of the car. He could grab it when he got there. 'I'm not going to get you up, am I?' he asked, almost to himself as he received no response at all from Jack. He was either asleep again already, or playing possum. Either way, Ianto knew if Jack wasn't up by now, he had no chance. He had to marry the most stubborn man ever, didn't he?

Ianto let out a tired sigh which ended in a yawn as he checked the time on his phone before slipping it into his pocket. He wandered around to the other side of the bed, removing his pillow from Jack's head and leaning over to kiss him. 'I'm going,' he announced, 'but if I need backup, I expect you to come running, cariad.'