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m_findlowTitle: Retail therapy
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 623 - Delivery at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto has given his credit card a workout, much to Jack's surprise.
Jack decided to take the afternoon off work. He wasn't exactly behind on his paperwork, but he was more concerned that he'd left Ianto at home for days now whilst he was recuperating from a busted ankle and a few bruised ribs. Jack should have been the doting, caring partner who stayed home, cooked soup and fetched slippers, but Ianto had shoved him out the door, insisting he'd be fine and able to manage resting without any help. He may have also cast aspersions that Jack would want to do more than just rest if he was stuck at home with Ianto. He could hardly deny it. Being at work was just the thing for keeping his mind off other things.
Still, he felt bad, and he was sure Ianto wouldn't mind a few hours of company. They could watch a movie or something.
When he pulled the SUV into the narrow street, he could see that his usual street parking spot, right in front of their neat terrace house, was blocked by a large delivery truck. He chewed the inside of his lip in annoyance and pulled up to a stop behind it, forced to walk the rest of the way.
Only the bloke carting boxes on a trolley was also headed for their front gate and up the path to their door, cutting him off.
'I think you might have the wrong house, pal,' Jack said.
'Nope,' replied the man. 'Already done three trips. Don't think trip number four is going to be wrong.'
Jack slipped past him through the open front door, coming face to face with a mountain of boxes piling up in the hallway. 'Ianto!' he called out, trying not to trip over more boxes as he fought his way past even as the delivery driver was offloading his latest trolley load.
Ianto padded out from the living room, a box clutched in his hands. 'Oh, hello. You're home early.'
Jack gesticulated down the hallway. 'What's all this?'
'Just a bit of home shopping.'
'A bit?' he asked, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.
Ianto rolled his eyes. 'I have a credit card with a twenty thousand pound limit and nothing else to do. I thought I'd treat us to a few things.'
Jack picked up the first box and studied the outside. 'A spiraliser? What the hell are we going to do with a spiraliser?'
'Well, spiralise things, obviously! Zucchini, carrots…'
'That sounds…' Jack pulled a face, '...healthy.'
'It's meant to be.'
Jack gave a grunt. He was starting to think maybe Ianto had injured his brain at the same time. This amount of shopping was just madness. 'Do we really need all this stuff?' Mostly they weren't even home to enjoy the basics.
'It's not about need, Jack. Sometimes you can simply want nice things.'
Jack understood, but he also knew that there was a reason they didn't have nice things. Mostly because Torchwood tended to destroy them. Still, if it made Ianto happy….
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 623 - Delivery at
slashthedrabbleSummary: Ianto has given his credit card a workout, much to Jack's surprise.
Jack decided to take the afternoon off work. He wasn't exactly behind on his paperwork, but he was more concerned that he'd left Ianto at home for days now whilst he was recuperating from a busted ankle and a few bruised ribs. Jack should have been the doting, caring partner who stayed home, cooked soup and fetched slippers, but Ianto had shoved him out the door, insisting he'd be fine and able to manage resting without any help. He may have also cast aspersions that Jack would want to do more than just rest if he was stuck at home with Ianto. He could hardly deny it. Being at work was just the thing for keeping his mind off other things.
Still, he felt bad, and he was sure Ianto wouldn't mind a few hours of company. They could watch a movie or something.
When he pulled the SUV into the narrow street, he could see that his usual street parking spot, right in front of their neat terrace house, was blocked by a large delivery truck. He chewed the inside of his lip in annoyance and pulled up to a stop behind it, forced to walk the rest of the way.
Only the bloke carting boxes on a trolley was also headed for their front gate and up the path to their door, cutting him off.
'I think you might have the wrong house, pal,' Jack said.
'Nope,' replied the man. 'Already done three trips. Don't think trip number four is going to be wrong.'
Jack slipped past him through the open front door, coming face to face with a mountain of boxes piling up in the hallway. 'Ianto!' he called out, trying not to trip over more boxes as he fought his way past even as the delivery driver was offloading his latest trolley load.
Ianto padded out from the living room, a box clutched in his hands. 'Oh, hello. You're home early.'
Jack gesticulated down the hallway. 'What's all this?'
'Just a bit of home shopping.'
'A bit?' he asked, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.
Ianto rolled his eyes. 'I have a credit card with a twenty thousand pound limit and nothing else to do. I thought I'd treat us to a few things.'
Jack picked up the first box and studied the outside. 'A spiraliser? What the hell are we going to do with a spiraliser?'
'Well, spiralise things, obviously! Zucchini, carrots…'
'That sounds…' Jack pulled a face, '...healthy.'
'It's meant to be.'
Jack gave a grunt. He was starting to think maybe Ianto had injured his brain at the same time. This amount of shopping was just madness. 'Do we really need all this stuff?' Mostly they weren't even home to enjoy the basics.
'It's not about need, Jack. Sometimes you can simply want nice things.'
Jack understood, but he also knew that there was a reason they didn't have nice things. Mostly because Torchwood tended to destroy them. Still, if it made Ianto happy….
