Challenge 657 - Uncharacteristic
May. 23rd, 2021 09:42 pmTitle: Uncharacteristic
Character: Ianto, Suzie
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 657 - Distance/Distant at
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Summary: Ianto is torn whether to trust his gut or keep quiet. A double drabble.
Ianto frowned as he watched Suzie from the corner of his eye whilst he was tidying up for the night. Owen and Tosh had already left but Suzie seemed to be stalling, or so he thought. He couldn't quite put his finger on why that bothered him. They'd never quite gotten along and developed a rapport. At least Tosh and Owen were friendly. Suzie was more bossy than anything, and never held back from giving him orders or a rebuke for his often witty quips, which he used to deflect. But lately she'd been even more distant and aloof than usual. She was obsessed about that glove thing which gave him the creeps.
'Going home?' he asked, just about as nonchalantly as he could.
She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, before concealing the look. It was cold and sent a shiver down his spine. 'Are you?'
There was something in the way she asked it that made his blood run cold. Did she know or suspect? He blanked her with his own expression. 'Of course. Have a good evening.'
He waited for the usual "whatever" but it didn't come. Something was definitely up.
Character: Ianto, Suzie
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 657 - Distance/Distant at
Summary: Ianto is torn whether to trust his gut or keep quiet. A double drabble.
Ianto frowned as he watched Suzie from the corner of his eye whilst he was tidying up for the night. Owen and Tosh had already left but Suzie seemed to be stalling, or so he thought. He couldn't quite put his finger on why that bothered him. They'd never quite gotten along and developed a rapport. At least Tosh and Owen were friendly. Suzie was more bossy than anything, and never held back from giving him orders or a rebuke for his often witty quips, which he used to deflect. But lately she'd been even more distant and aloof than usual. She was obsessed about that glove thing which gave him the creeps.
'Going home?' he asked, just about as nonchalantly as he could.
She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, before concealing the look. It was cold and sent a shiver down his spine. 'Are you?'
There was something in the way she asked it that made his blood run cold. Did she know or suspect? He blanked her with his own expression. 'Of course. Have a good evening.'
He waited for the usual "whatever" but it didn't come. Something was definitely up.
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Date: 2021-06-22 11:06 pm (UTC)