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m_findlowTitle: Wrapped up in misery
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 268 - Take it off at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabble_weekly
Summary: Ianto is wrapped up in a turmoil only he can feel. A double drabble.
Ianto woke up with a start at the sound of something banging around the hub. He didn't remember falling asleep, though he surely must have at some point. He was still slumped in Jack's chair, behind his desk, wrapped up in Jack's coat, as if he could somehow channel Jack's spirit and find out where he'd gone. Everything about this particular spot felt like Jack, and his scent surrounded Ianto as it wafted up from the heavy folds of wool, a size too big for his leaner shoulders.
'Jesus you're a mess,' Owen said as he walked in, finding Ianto still sat there with shadows under his eyes. He needed a proper night's sleep but just couldn't seem to find one. Thoughts of Jack and where he might be kept him awake.
Ianto swallowed and rubbed his face, leaning forward in the chair that had become sacred ground. 'I just need a shower and coffee,' he replied. He'd been running on that and nothing else for weeks without a problem.
Owen frowned. 'Yeah, well take that thing off and get your shit together before anyone else gets here,' he told him. 'At least you might fool the rest of them.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 268 - Take it off at
drabble_weeklySummary: Ianto is wrapped up in a turmoil only he can feel. A double drabble.
Ianto woke up with a start at the sound of something banging around the hub. He didn't remember falling asleep, though he surely must have at some point. He was still slumped in Jack's chair, behind his desk, wrapped up in Jack's coat, as if he could somehow channel Jack's spirit and find out where he'd gone. Everything about this particular spot felt like Jack, and his scent surrounded Ianto as it wafted up from the heavy folds of wool, a size too big for his leaner shoulders.
'Jesus you're a mess,' Owen said as he walked in, finding Ianto still sat there with shadows under his eyes. He needed a proper night's sleep but just couldn't seem to find one. Thoughts of Jack and where he might be kept him awake.
Ianto swallowed and rubbed his face, leaning forward in the chair that had become sacred ground. 'I just need a shower and coffee,' he replied. He'd been running on that and nothing else for weeks without a problem.
Owen frowned. 'Yeah, well take that thing off and get your shit together before anyone else gets here,' he told him. 'At least you might fool the rest of them.'
