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.

2312. Not Joking

Title: Not Joking

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 727: Yank at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Jack needs Ianto to give him a little help.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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"Jack! Are you alright?" Ianto came tearing around the corner towards his lover, who was sprawled on the ground at the bottom of a flight of steps, a few feet away from the alien responsible for his fall. It was dead, but considering it had been trying to get the population hooked on a very nasty mind-control drug, Ianto thought that was no loss. Jack, on the other hand…

"I'm fine." Jack made to get up, then stopped, correcting himself. "Mostly fine. Might have been better if I'd died; I would've come back in one piece. Instead, I think I could do with a little help."

Dropping to his knees, beside Jack, Ianto took his hand. "Whatever you need."

"I can always count on you. Pull my leg?"

"What?"

"Grab my ankle, the right one, and give my leg a good, hard yank."

Ianto stared at Jack in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Completely. On my unexpected trip down those steps, I seem to have dislocated my hip. I'd pop it back myself, but my arms aren't long enough."

"Of all the things I've had to do for you, this is… Actually, far from the worst."

Grabbing Jack's ankle, Ianto pulled.

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The End