Title: No Worries
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ianto gets an accidental dose of an alien substance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: For the prompt 'Ain't Worried About Nothin'', one of the prompts I didn't get around to using for tw100's challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I've dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.
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SV: I think they didn't want him interfering with whatever they were doing, so they made sure he couldn't. There might be a sequel to this at some point, if other ideas would just stop hijacking my brain! It's one of the things that I'd like to write over the next few days, it'll just be another drabble or a double drabble, have to see what happens when I try to write it
Thank you!
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sandysan2013: Ch 463 - Well, he's not exactly complaining! At least he gets to lie down somewhere peaceful on a sunny afternoon, listening to birdsong. It's quite relaxing as long as he ignores the fact that he's tied up, lol!
Ch 462 - I think they're getting more days like that since Jack hired Andy and Mickey, even if they're not all as warm and sunny as this one is!
Thank you!
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Despite all their precautions, the odd-looking pod that had fallen through the Rift had exploded unexpectedly, splitting the containment unit it had been placed in and showering Ianto with a fine black powder, sending him into a sneezing fit.
Owen had hurriedly scooped up a sample of the powder for analysis, concerned about what effect it might have on the Welshman.
Ianto wasn't worried though. Not about anything. Everything was good. Better than good, really. He grinned goofily at Jack.
"You're all sparkly!"
"And you're high as a kite!"
Owen made a mental note to sample the powder himself later.
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The End