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[#044] NO SUCH THING (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #044 - Day off
Title: No such thing
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG. Spoilers for book "Pack Animals".
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack learns the hard way that work and play don't mix.
There were definitely times when Jack wished he kept his mouth shut and just let Ianto make all the decisions for him. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn't be in the mess he was in right now.
If he thought about it selfishly, he was looking forward to sleeping in with his lover, tucked up nice and warm in their bed whilst the rest of the city went about their day as normal. Snuggling was his favourite pastime, even if he rarely got to do it.
'Just you and me tomorrow, Ianto,' he said, pulling up the duvet as he slipped into bed. 'Maybe we can do bacon and eggs when we get up. It'll be nearly lunch time by then anyway.'
Ianto frowned. 'I thought we were going to the zoo? Isn't that what you said?'
'We can do both.' And then some, Jack had hoped.
Ianto sighed and Jack knew he was about to be told otherwise. 'There's no point in only going for two or three hours. We want to see everything, and look,' he said, picking up his tablet from the bedside table, 'I've already checked their website and these are the times for the special presentations from the zookeepers at different enclosures. I've planned out the best way to move around the zoo to ensure that we're not having to traipse from one end to the other or overlap sections in order to make these times.'
Jack grabbed his hand, pulling it away from the tablet screen where he was tracing their designated route for the day with his finger. 'Ianto, stop. This isn't a mission. We don't need a plan to stick to. This is just meant to be you and me finally getting that date you've been wanting for ages.' That it meant he was allowing Ianto a day off in the process was all part of the plan. The man never stopped.
Depsite it all, he'd let Ianto have his way, for a time at least. Once he'd convinced Ianto to go in for an ice cream at eleven am, on a day that was hardly what he'd call warm, he'd finally managed to coax Ianto into ditching his exacting tour plans and just go with it, letting Jack take his spare hand and just wandering wherever their feet took them. To Jack's mind, just watching the sea otters play around in the water without some ranger explaining the why's and wherefores of their lives was much more enjoyable. Sometimes it was okay not to know everything.
Only now he was beginning to regret their laissez faire approach. If they'd been where Ianto had dictated, they'd have been on the other side of the zoo when things had kicked off. Not that it probably would have made much difference. Running towards trouble was second nature. Moreover, he wished he told Ianto just to run for his life. The enormous Brakkanee had its sights set on Ianto and it had been all Jack could do to throw himself in its line of fire, sacrificing himself. But he knew Ianto, and he knew he wouldn't ever run from a situation. He'd do whatever he could to help, if only because he wouldn't ever leave Jack's side.
Jack looked down at his leg - what was left of it, which wasn't much more than a few tendons still trying to grip to a sickenly white bone, his foot dangling by a thread. When Owen grimaced at it Jack knew it was bad. It took a lot to gross out their resident medic. Dying and coming back was far from perfect. Most of him was still trying to pull itself together after being treated like a chew toy by the vicious alien. That brought its own problems as he watched a pool of blood slowly forming on the ambulance floor where the circulation in his leg was ramping up, bleeding through the still open wounds.
Jack cursed his inability to get up and go search for Ianto. He should have been here, or at least checked in with the team who had since arrived to assist with the unfolding chaos. That he hadn't done either of those things troubled Jack. Ianto's line of communication never went dark, not unless something terrible had happened.
'I need to go,' he announced, pushing himself up off the ambulance gurney.
'Yeah, right,' Owen said, pushing him back down. 'You and whose army?'
'Ianto's out there somewhere.'
'He'll be fine,' Owen tried to assure him. 'It's still bedlam out there in case you hadn't noticed. At least someone should be doing something to help. It sure won't be you in your state.'
'If we make it to noon without something going wrong, I'll shout you as many hotdogs as you can eat without making yourself sick,' Ianto had promised him. Even he was skeptical that a single day could go by without some kind of crisis.
Jack wished he hadn't laughed so hard in Ianto's face and told him to relax. Even Torchwood was entitled to a day off every now and then - even if it had been Jack's idea to suggest the zoo, and even if that had been because he wanted to check out some odd rift activity there, albeit he'd meant to do that without Ianto's knowledge. He'd said Ianto deserved a day off. He hadn't mentioned anything about taking one himself.
Ianto was smart and very capable in a crisis, but after the brief shock of waking up in an ambulance next to a corpse hidden under a blanket, terrified it was the man he loved, all he wanted was some reassurance.
'They've got wheelchairs somewhere, don't they?' he asked Owen.
Owen didn't look amused but he also knew better than to argue. With a blanket over his lap, no one would see his surely fatal injuries. 'Fine.'
'Hurry it up, then,' Jack ordered. He didn't want to end up regretting forcing Ianto to take time off work.
Title: No such thing
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG. Spoilers for book "Pack Animals".
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack learns the hard way that work and play don't mix.
There were definitely times when Jack wished he kept his mouth shut and just let Ianto make all the decisions for him. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn't be in the mess he was in right now.
If he thought about it selfishly, he was looking forward to sleeping in with his lover, tucked up nice and warm in their bed whilst the rest of the city went about their day as normal. Snuggling was his favourite pastime, even if he rarely got to do it.
'Just you and me tomorrow, Ianto,' he said, pulling up the duvet as he slipped into bed. 'Maybe we can do bacon and eggs when we get up. It'll be nearly lunch time by then anyway.'
Ianto frowned. 'I thought we were going to the zoo? Isn't that what you said?'
'We can do both.' And then some, Jack had hoped.
Ianto sighed and Jack knew he was about to be told otherwise. 'There's no point in only going for two or three hours. We want to see everything, and look,' he said, picking up his tablet from the bedside table, 'I've already checked their website and these are the times for the special presentations from the zookeepers at different enclosures. I've planned out the best way to move around the zoo to ensure that we're not having to traipse from one end to the other or overlap sections in order to make these times.'
Jack grabbed his hand, pulling it away from the tablet screen where he was tracing their designated route for the day with his finger. 'Ianto, stop. This isn't a mission. We don't need a plan to stick to. This is just meant to be you and me finally getting that date you've been wanting for ages.' That it meant he was allowing Ianto a day off in the process was all part of the plan. The man never stopped.
Depsite it all, he'd let Ianto have his way, for a time at least. Once he'd convinced Ianto to go in for an ice cream at eleven am, on a day that was hardly what he'd call warm, he'd finally managed to coax Ianto into ditching his exacting tour plans and just go with it, letting Jack take his spare hand and just wandering wherever their feet took them. To Jack's mind, just watching the sea otters play around in the water without some ranger explaining the why's and wherefores of their lives was much more enjoyable. Sometimes it was okay not to know everything.
Only now he was beginning to regret their laissez faire approach. If they'd been where Ianto had dictated, they'd have been on the other side of the zoo when things had kicked off. Not that it probably would have made much difference. Running towards trouble was second nature. Moreover, he wished he told Ianto just to run for his life. The enormous Brakkanee had its sights set on Ianto and it had been all Jack could do to throw himself in its line of fire, sacrificing himself. But he knew Ianto, and he knew he wouldn't ever run from a situation. He'd do whatever he could to help, if only because he wouldn't ever leave Jack's side.
Jack looked down at his leg - what was left of it, which wasn't much more than a few tendons still trying to grip to a sickenly white bone, his foot dangling by a thread. When Owen grimaced at it Jack knew it was bad. It took a lot to gross out their resident medic. Dying and coming back was far from perfect. Most of him was still trying to pull itself together after being treated like a chew toy by the vicious alien. That brought its own problems as he watched a pool of blood slowly forming on the ambulance floor where the circulation in his leg was ramping up, bleeding through the still open wounds.
Jack cursed his inability to get up and go search for Ianto. He should have been here, or at least checked in with the team who had since arrived to assist with the unfolding chaos. That he hadn't done either of those things troubled Jack. Ianto's line of communication never went dark, not unless something terrible had happened.
'I need to go,' he announced, pushing himself up off the ambulance gurney.
'Yeah, right,' Owen said, pushing him back down. 'You and whose army?'
'Ianto's out there somewhere.'
'He'll be fine,' Owen tried to assure him. 'It's still bedlam out there in case you hadn't noticed. At least someone should be doing something to help. It sure won't be you in your state.'
'If we make it to noon without something going wrong, I'll shout you as many hotdogs as you can eat without making yourself sick,' Ianto had promised him. Even he was skeptical that a single day could go by without some kind of crisis.
Jack wished he hadn't laughed so hard in Ianto's face and told him to relax. Even Torchwood was entitled to a day off every now and then - even if it had been Jack's idea to suggest the zoo, and even if that had been because he wanted to check out some odd rift activity there, albeit he'd meant to do that without Ianto's knowledge. He'd said Ianto deserved a day off. He hadn't mentioned anything about taking one himself.
Ianto was smart and very capable in a crisis, but after the brief shock of waking up in an ambulance next to a corpse hidden under a blanket, terrified it was the man he loved, all he wanted was some reassurance.
'They've got wheelchairs somewhere, don't they?' he asked Owen.
Owen didn't look amused but he also knew better than to argue. With a blanket over his lap, no one would see his surely fatal injuries. 'Fine.'
'Hurry it up, then,' Jack ordered. He didn't want to end up regretting forcing Ianto to take time off work.
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