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.

2316. Rubbed Raw

Title: Rubbed Raw

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 728: Soft at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Ianto is tired of getting sandpapered.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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Jack, Ianto sometimes thought, had never really escaped the military mindset he'd learned through seeing active service in several wars since becoming more or less stranded on earth. He still slept on an old army cot, in quarters that could only be described as spartan, he kept very few personal possessions, and he even dressed the same way every day, his World War Two era garb serving as a sort of uniform.

Then there were his towels…

"Why d'you still use these?" Ianto asked as he came out of Jack's tiny ensuite bathroom, one dingy towel around his hips, and rubbing his hair dry with another. "They're so old and rough it's like drying myself on sandpaper."

"Good for the circulation," Jack said. "Gets the blood pumping. Anyway, they still do the job. So what if they're a bit rough?"

"If I spend too many nights here, I'll soon have no skin left," Ianto grumbled. "It's alright for you; any damage you do heals almost immediately, but I'm getting rubbed raw."

"You're too soft. You need to toughen up."

"I'll show you soft!"

The next day he did, with new, soft, fluffy towels.

Jack never used the old ones again.

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The End