Title: Bits And Pieces
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 821: Lump at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Whenever there's cleanup to do, Ianto gets stuck with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
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Times like this, Ianto couldn't help feeling resentful. He always got lumbered with the jobs nobody else wanted to do, regardless of whether or not he was busy with other important tasks. And okay, so this time in a round-about way the mess was his fault, but he was expected to clean up even when someone else was responsible. It hardly seemed fair.
To make matters worse, the mess was a direct result of his heroic efforts to save the lives of his teammates. He'd gone above and beyond, and they hadn't even thanked him. Just once it might be nice if they showed him some appreciation.
Muttering to himself, Ianto fetched his tongs and a roll of black bags from the back of the SUV and set to work, collecting the fuzzy lumps of exploded alien that littered the ground.
If there'd been a less messy way of dealing with the aggressive monster… But there hadn't been. Regular bullets had proved useless, and the only other available weapon had been the Big Gun. It had effectively dealt with the threat, but now there was alien all over the place, and he was just one man with a black bag and tongs.
"Need a hand there?"
Ianto turned to see Jack approaching, still smeared with blood from being killed, but at least he'd wiped his face. He'd revived at exactly the wrong moment and received a faceful of pulverised alien.
"I only have one set of tongs."
"Doesn't matter, I can improvise." Jack took a pair of latex gloves from the pocket of his coat and pulled them on with a snap. "Mind if I have one of your bags?"
"Help yourself." Ianto was just grateful for the assistance. "Uh, Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"There's a lump of alien in your hair."
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The End