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bk_forever) wrote2017-08-23 05:35 pm
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Double Drabble: Hot Or Not
Title: Hot Or Not
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 462: Fever at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is feeling a bit under the weather.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto frowned at Jack as he walked into his lover’s office. “You look hot, and I don’t mean that as a compliment.”
“Funny, because I don’t feel hot,” Jack replied, shivering. His face was flushed, his hair was limp and lifeless, plastered to his sweaty forehead, and he was hunched in his chair. When he looked up, Ianto could see his eyes were bloodshot. He didn’t need a thermometer to tell Jack had a high fever; even from the other side of the desk he could feel the heat radiating from Jack’s body.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think I’m up to it today.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “I meant so you can lie down and rest.” He helped Jack down to his bunker and settled him on the cot before fetching Owen.
“You’ve got a fever,” Owen told Jack after a brief examination.
“I already figured that one out,” Jack replied, teeth chattering. “It’s Ventaxian flu, I’ve had it before. Don’t worry, human’s can’t catch it.”
“Then how come you have?” Ianto wanted to know.
“Let’s just say I’m not one hundred percent human.”
“That doesn’t surprise me at all.”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 462: Fever at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is feeling a bit under the weather.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto frowned at Jack as he walked into his lover’s office. “You look hot, and I don’t mean that as a compliment.”
“Funny, because I don’t feel hot,” Jack replied, shivering. His face was flushed, his hair was limp and lifeless, plastered to his sweaty forehead, and he was hunched in his chair. When he looked up, Ianto could see his eyes were bloodshot. He didn’t need a thermometer to tell Jack had a high fever; even from the other side of the desk he could feel the heat radiating from Jack’s body.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think I’m up to it today.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “I meant so you can lie down and rest.” He helped Jack down to his bunker and settled him on the cot before fetching Owen.
“You’ve got a fever,” Owen told Jack after a brief examination.
“I already figured that one out,” Jack replied, teeth chattering. “It’s Ventaxian flu, I’ve had it before. Don’t worry, human’s can’t catch it.”
“Then how come you have?” Ianto wanted to know.
“Let’s just say I’m not one hundred percent human.”
“That doesn’t surprise me at all.”
The End
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great drabble.
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Thank you!
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Ianto will take care of Jack, who will recover faster than most people would. Owen will work on a vaccine, just in case it's needed. for future protection. After all, working for Torchwood, who knows whether they might wind up not quite entirely human and therefore susceptible?
Thank you!
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Looks like someone is going to be getting the Ianto Jones full treatment until he's better. Lucky devil.
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Thank you.