Challenge 664 - Playing favourites
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Title: Playing favourites
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 664 - Card at
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Summary: Jack is slightly jealous of Ianto receiving special treatment. A double drabble.
Jack padded quietly into the recovery room where his boyfriend was recuperating. When he saw that Ianto was awake, he put on his best smile. 'Hi. How are you doing?'
'I hate hospitals,' he muttered back, sounding tired. 'Can't get any sleep around here. There's always nurses banging around, or crazy patients screaming at night.'
Jack ran a hand through his hair. 'I know, but you can go home in a few days, I promise. Then you can sleep as long as you like.'
'Can't I go home now?' That sulking look made Jack want to cave in.
'What? And have all your fans miss you?' There were enough flowers and boxes of chocolate littered around the bed. 'Who's this one from?' Jack asked, picking up a get well card he hadn't seen before.
'Detective Swanson.'
Jack frowned. 'Huh. How come she sent one?'
'I got shot, Jack. Helping the police do their job. I think she thought it was the least she could do.'
'Hmph. Never sends me a card.'
'Guess I'm just her favourite'
Jack scowled. 'Well, next time I die in the line of duty doing their job for them, tell her I expect a fruit basket.'
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 664 - Card at
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Summary: Jack is slightly jealous of Ianto receiving special treatment. A double drabble.
Jack padded quietly into the recovery room where his boyfriend was recuperating. When he saw that Ianto was awake, he put on his best smile. 'Hi. How are you doing?'
'I hate hospitals,' he muttered back, sounding tired. 'Can't get any sleep around here. There's always nurses banging around, or crazy patients screaming at night.'
Jack ran a hand through his hair. 'I know, but you can go home in a few days, I promise. Then you can sleep as long as you like.'
'Can't I go home now?' That sulking look made Jack want to cave in.
'What? And have all your fans miss you?' There were enough flowers and boxes of chocolate littered around the bed. 'Who's this one from?' Jack asked, picking up a get well card he hadn't seen before.
'Detective Swanson.'
Jack frowned. 'Huh. How come she sent one?'
'I got shot, Jack. Helping the police do their job. I think she thought it was the least she could do.'
'Hmph. Never sends me a card.'
'Guess I'm just her favourite'
Jack scowled. 'Well, next time I die in the line of duty doing their job for them, tell her I expect a fruit basket.'
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Date: 2021-07-27 06:58 pm (UTC)