Title: Bad Luck
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 797: Grate at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a bad habit of getting into daft predicaments.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
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Ianto looked at his lover, sprawled disconsolately in the gutter, and sighed.
"How d'you get yourself into these situations?"
"I'm cursed with bad luck," Jack replied gloomily. "Sometimes I wonder if it's a side-effect of being immortal."
"You don't think it's perhaps because you don't bother looking where you're going?"
"I was a chasing a Weevil! Where'd it go anyway?"
"Hopefully it's back in the sewers by now, where it belongs." Ianto took another look at the problem. "It's no good, we're going to need special equipment." Pulling out his phone, he called Owen, who wasn't pleased to be woken up in the early hours.
"D'you know what time it is?"
"Yes, it's time you got your arse out of bed and did what you're being paid for."
"Why? Who's injured this time?"
"Jack. His ankle's broken."
"So what? It'll probably heal by itself before I could get a cast on it."
"That's a possibility, but it won't be much help if his foot's still stuck down a bloody grate."
"How'd he do that?"
"No idea. Says he was chasing a Weevil."
"Fine, I'm on my way. What d'you need, the acetylene torch?"
"No, the big laser cutter should do.
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The End