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m_findlowTitle: Fight or flight
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 214 - Attack at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Ianto is caught off guard by his own reaction.
Ianto huffed and puffed as he walked through the park, feeling the damp grass acting like a sponge under his feet, softening his otherwise heavy footfalls. He weaved through the trees until finally the SUV came into view, gleaming in the limited moonlight. It should be gleaming, he thought, since he'd only cleaned it this morning after the team had made a real mess of it the day before. It felt like he was always cleaning up after them. He had other things to do, he just didn't think any of them realised that fact.
As he neared the passenger side door, reaching into his pocket for the spare set of keys that were still there since this morning, he finally noticed he was still holding the enormous tree branch in his right hand. Not just holding it but keeping it in a death grip,like he was anticipating being jumped by another weevil. He stared down at it with a strange curiosity before flinging it as hard as he could, which ended up not being very far at all, and clambered into the SUV. Jack would be along at some point, carrying the unconscious weevil for them to put back in the sewers where it belonged. He should have stayed to help carry the thing, but part of him needed to put some distance between him and Jack. Jack had tried to ask him difficult questions he didn't have answers for, and not having an answer or being brave enough to say it aloud only annoyed Ianto. Why couldn't Jack just get it without Ianto having to get the crayons out and explain it?
'Ow,' he muttered, looking down at his hands. They were cut and bleeding from where he'd gripped the tree branch two-handed and used it against the weevil. Why had he done that? Weevils weren't intentionally bad, it was just their nature to be aggressive and defensive. But Ianto had gone in there and attacked it with everything he had until it was keening on the ground in a wounded heap. He felt suddenly awful that he'd done that. What had gotten into him? He didn't lash out like that, but seeing something acting aggressive towards him had set him off. He wanted to reciprocate that aggression, but he'd gone too far. He'd snapped, and now Jack had seen him snap. There was no getting out of having to explain that.
He touched the cuts to his knuckles and palms and hissed from the pain. Stupid. It was stupid. He just couldn't help it. Jack made his brain go all funny, doing irrational things that made no sense. He'd just have to push through; help Jack relocate the weevil and then get out of there. God but he really needed a drink. Tonight he'd go to the pub and instead of being undercover he was just going to drink and feel sorry for himself. This whole putting himself out there business was harder than he expected.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 214 - Attack at
anythingdrabbleSummary: Ianto is caught off guard by his own reaction.
Ianto huffed and puffed as he walked through the park, feeling the damp grass acting like a sponge under his feet, softening his otherwise heavy footfalls. He weaved through the trees until finally the SUV came into view, gleaming in the limited moonlight. It should be gleaming, he thought, since he'd only cleaned it this morning after the team had made a real mess of it the day before. It felt like he was always cleaning up after them. He had other things to do, he just didn't think any of them realised that fact.
As he neared the passenger side door, reaching into his pocket for the spare set of keys that were still there since this morning, he finally noticed he was still holding the enormous tree branch in his right hand. Not just holding it but keeping it in a death grip,like he was anticipating being jumped by another weevil. He stared down at it with a strange curiosity before flinging it as hard as he could, which ended up not being very far at all, and clambered into the SUV. Jack would be along at some point, carrying the unconscious weevil for them to put back in the sewers where it belonged. He should have stayed to help carry the thing, but part of him needed to put some distance between him and Jack. Jack had tried to ask him difficult questions he didn't have answers for, and not having an answer or being brave enough to say it aloud only annoyed Ianto. Why couldn't Jack just get it without Ianto having to get the crayons out and explain it?
'Ow,' he muttered, looking down at his hands. They were cut and bleeding from where he'd gripped the tree branch two-handed and used it against the weevil. Why had he done that? Weevils weren't intentionally bad, it was just their nature to be aggressive and defensive. But Ianto had gone in there and attacked it with everything he had until it was keening on the ground in a wounded heap. He felt suddenly awful that he'd done that. What had gotten into him? He didn't lash out like that, but seeing something acting aggressive towards him had set him off. He wanted to reciprocate that aggression, but he'd gone too far. He'd snapped, and now Jack had seen him snap. There was no getting out of having to explain that.
He touched the cuts to his knuckles and palms and hissed from the pain. Stupid. It was stupid. He just couldn't help it. Jack made his brain go all funny, doing irrational things that made no sense. He'd just have to push through; help Jack relocate the weevil and then get out of there. God but he really needed a drink. Tonight he'd go to the pub and instead of being undercover he was just going to drink and feel sorry for himself. This whole putting himself out there business was harder than he expected.
