Double Drabble: Dead Giveaway
Title: Dead Giveaway
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Coat, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 839: Hole at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Coat has holes, Ianto has questions.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oh dear,” Ianto said, pausing his brushing as he studied Coat more closely. “Another hole? When did this happen?”
‘Last night,’ Coat thought at its groomer. ‘A nasty incident involving a blowfish with a laser pistol. On the plus side, there was very little blood, but as you see, a certain amount of damage was unavoidable,’
Ianto turned Coat around, finding the exit hole in the back, and shuddered. A hole in the back as well as the front meant something had gone right through Jack, which in turn meant that he’d probably died.
Jack breezed into his office just then, smiling brightly. “Good morning, Ianto! Did you enjoy your night off?”
Instead of smiling back, Ianto frowned and with a silent apology to Coat, poked his finger through one of the holes, waggling it as he looked Jack right in the eye.
“My night was fine. I’m more interested in yours.”
“Ah. Yes. I was going to mention that.”
“A likely story. You were hoping I wouldn’t notice. What happened?”
“Blowfish, laser gun, hole,” Jack said succinctly.
“You died?”
Jack nodded.
Ianto sighed. “I’ll get my sewing kit. Next time, just tell me. You know I always find out.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Coat, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 839: Hole at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Coat has holes, Ianto has questions.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oh dear,” Ianto said, pausing his brushing as he studied Coat more closely. “Another hole? When did this happen?”
‘Last night,’ Coat thought at its groomer. ‘A nasty incident involving a blowfish with a laser pistol. On the plus side, there was very little blood, but as you see, a certain amount of damage was unavoidable,’
Ianto turned Coat around, finding the exit hole in the back, and shuddered. A hole in the back as well as the front meant something had gone right through Jack, which in turn meant that he’d probably died.
Jack breezed into his office just then, smiling brightly. “Good morning, Ianto! Did you enjoy your night off?”
Instead of smiling back, Ianto frowned and with a silent apology to Coat, poked his finger through one of the holes, waggling it as he looked Jack right in the eye.
“My night was fine. I’m more interested in yours.”
“Ah. Yes. I was going to mention that.”
“A likely story. You were hoping I wouldn’t notice. What happened?”
“Blowfish, laser gun, hole,” Jack said succinctly.
“You died?”
Jack nodded.
Ianto sighed. “I’ll get my sewing kit. Next time, just tell me. You know I always find out.”
The End