Double Drabble: Double The Trouble
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Title: Double The Trouble
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badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Twins.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 590: Holy at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The twins are causing problems.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Five minutes ago, perhaps even less than that, everything had been quiet and peaceful in the Harkness-Jones residence. It wasn’t any more. From out in the roof garden came the sounds of children yelling, accompanied by what sounded very much like a fight.
Sighing, Ianto lowered the book he was reading and glanced across at his husband. “Sounds like the Holy Terrors are at it again. D’you want to sort them out or should I?”
“You stay put, I’ll deal with them.” Jack abandoned his newspaper and stood up, heading for the open French doors, but pausing just before he reached them to look back at Ianto. “I always thought twins were supposed to get along, a sort of them against the world thing. Why do ours have to be different?”
“Dunno. They’re fraternal twins, not identical, though. Maybe that makes a difference.”
“Maybe.” Jack went on his way and a moment later Ianto could hear his husband telling Jenna to stop kicking Gareth. “He’s your brother, not a football.”
Like that would mean anything to either of them; Ianto was sure Gareth had been giving as good as he got.
He dreaded what would happen when they started school.
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack, Twins.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 590: Holy at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The twins are causing problems.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Five minutes ago, perhaps even less than that, everything had been quiet and peaceful in the Harkness-Jones residence. It wasn’t any more. From out in the roof garden came the sounds of children yelling, accompanied by what sounded very much like a fight.
Sighing, Ianto lowered the book he was reading and glanced across at his husband. “Sounds like the Holy Terrors are at it again. D’you want to sort them out or should I?”
“You stay put, I’ll deal with them.” Jack abandoned his newspaper and stood up, heading for the open French doors, but pausing just before he reached them to look back at Ianto. “I always thought twins were supposed to get along, a sort of them against the world thing. Why do ours have to be different?”
“Dunno. They’re fraternal twins, not identical, though. Maybe that makes a difference.”
“Maybe.” Jack went on his way and a moment later Ianto could hear his husband telling Jenna to stop kicking Gareth. “He’s your brother, not a football.”
Like that would mean anything to either of them; Ianto was sure Gareth had been giving as good as he got.
He dreaded what would happen when they started school.
The End
