The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

2428. Annoying Himself

Title: Annoying Himself

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, and Ianto.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 756: Argue/Argument at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Situations like this would be impossible anywhere but Torchwood.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Double drabble.

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It's not de-aging as such; Ianto's both been there and done that, more than once, and this isn't it. He's still him, Ianto Jones, Torchwood's archivist and general support, but there's another version of him, a sixteen-year-old council estate brat, and Ianto doesn't remember himself being such an annoying little shit.

Well, okay, maybe he does, but he tries really hard not to.

Unfortunately, his younger self is impossible to ignore, and Ianto's stuck dealing with him until Tosh can figure out what happened. It's not easy. The other him wants a cigarette, and Ianto's already had to confiscate the beer he swiped from Owen's secret stash.

"You're no fun!" Teen Ianto gripes.

"That's not what Jack said last night." It's probably not the smartest thing to say, but Ianto's running out of patience.

"I can't believe you're screwing a bloke!"

"Don't even try to pretend you never thought about it!" Ianto glares at his younger self. "Two words: Darren Montgomery."

"That was different, Daz is hot; everyone wants to shag him, and anyway, I've never. Your bloke's OLD!"

"Jack's ageless, and I'm twenty-eight. You're just a kid."

"You're a stuffed shirt!"

"I'm not having this argument!"

Only in Torchwood…

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The End