The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted



Summary: A collection of drabbles, mostly based on the weekly prompts at tw100. Mostly Jack/Ianto as that's what I write, but no doubt other Torchwood characters will pop in from time to time. All genres are possible, but expect mainly humour and fluff, because that's usually what comes out when I write. All are 100 words exactly in Word, but apparently not here!
Rating: Teen
Categories: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Lisa Hallett, Martha Jones, Myfanwy, Other Character(s), Owen Harper, PC Andy Davidson, Rhiannon Davies, Rhys Williams
Genres: Mixed
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2012.09.23
Updated: 2021.10.13


The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted
Chapter 1077: Predicament
Author's Notes: Double drabble. This one’s for red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘Vincent Van Gogh’. Clearly, my mind works in strange ways…

Summary: Ianto is in a bit of a predicament. Owen and Jack try to help.

“You know, Van Gogh cut off his ear,” Jack commented, rather unhelpfully.

“I hope you’re not suggesting I do the same.” Ianto’s voice was slightly muffled by the door he was pressed against.

“Hell, no! I like your ears right where they are. Well, not the left one obviously. Don’t worry, Owen will think of something. Right, Owen?”

Owen looked at Jack and grimaced.

“Sorry, Jack, I can’t do anything here. We’ll have to take him back to the Hub.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

“I’m working on it. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Haha,” muttered Ianto.

Owen returned brandishing a screwdriver.

“We’ll unscrew the hinges and carry the door with Teaboy on it.” Grinning, he turned to Ianto, “Don’t worry mate, I have something at the Hub that’ll work. Soon have you free!”

“You’d better. This is all your fault, you know.”

Owen winced.

“I was hoping you hadn’t noticed.”

“My ear is glued to a door, Owen. Something like that is rather hard to overlook.”

“It wasn’t intentional. I was aiming at the alien!”

“You missed.”

“It moved faster than I expected.”

“Whatever. What idiot suggested the glue-gun anyway?”

“Jack.”

Ianto groaned.

“I should’ve guessed.”

The End

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