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m_findlowTitle: Missing in action
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 270 - Amnesty & Challenge 162 - Friends and neighbours at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jack has lost his husband. A double drabble.
When Jack staggered through the door in the early hours of the morning, he expected to fall straight into bed with Ianto. He'd managed to get home only a few hours before Jack, sometime just after midnight, but Jack had been delayed until five am.
When he didn't find Ianto, he began to worry. He wasn't in their bed, nor was he collapsed on their sofa, or anywhere else. More troubling was the fact that his car was in the driveway, also empty. Where could he be if not in their house?
Jack went back outside and did another circuit of Ianto's car, just to be sure. As he was peering through the tinted window windows, their neighbour called out, bending down to pick up the newspaper. 'Hiya! Another late night.'
'Yeah,' Jack replied.
'Poor Ianto was knackered,' their neighbour told him. 'Lucky we were up late watching a movie, otherwise he'd have been sleeping outside. Not exactly a warm night for it either.'
Jack frowned, feeling confused. 'Sorry?'
'Missing his keys, mate. Must've left them at work. We let him sleep over at ours. We'll let him know you're home when he wakes up. Stop over for some breakfast.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 270 - Amnesty & Challenge 162 - Friends and neighbours at
drabble_weeklySummary: Jack has lost his husband. A double drabble.
When Jack staggered through the door in the early hours of the morning, he expected to fall straight into bed with Ianto. He'd managed to get home only a few hours before Jack, sometime just after midnight, but Jack had been delayed until five am.
When he didn't find Ianto, he began to worry. He wasn't in their bed, nor was he collapsed on their sofa, or anywhere else. More troubling was the fact that his car was in the driveway, also empty. Where could he be if not in their house?
Jack went back outside and did another circuit of Ianto's car, just to be sure. As he was peering through the tinted window windows, their neighbour called out, bending down to pick up the newspaper. 'Hiya! Another late night.'
'Yeah,' Jack replied.
'Poor Ianto was knackered,' their neighbour told him. 'Lucky we were up late watching a movie, otherwise he'd have been sleeping outside. Not exactly a warm night for it either.'
Jack frowned, feeling confused. 'Sorry?'
'Missing his keys, mate. Must've left them at work. We let him sleep over at ours. We'll let him know you're home when he wakes up. Stop over for some breakfast.'
