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.

2270. Overloaded

Title: Overloaded

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 717: Scale at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Poor Jack was already feeling bad enough about his weight.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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"Right." Owen was doing his best to appear business-like, despite having his boss down in the medical bay wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a pair of boxer shorts, slung low on his hips because they wouldn't fit around his expanding midsection. "Hop up on the scales and I'll check your weight."

"Do I have to?" Jack pouted. "I already know I'm fat."

"I need to make sure you're gaining the right amount of weight for this stage of your pregnancy. You're carrying twins this time, remember."

"As it I could forget." Jack was around twenty-six weeks, but already bigger than he'd been at thirty weeks with Meriel. He felt like a barrage balloon. "Fine." He waddled towards the scales.

"Take the robe off first."

Grumbling under his breath, Jack did as he was told, handing the robe to Ianto, who steadied him as he stepped onto the plate. It dipped, tilted, and something inside it went SPROINGGGG!

Jack's eyes went wide, and his bottom lip wobbled. "See? I knew I was fat, and now I've broken the scales!"

Owen sighed. "Maybe now you'll authorise the requisition I put in two months ago for a proper set of medical scales."

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The End