Author's Notes:
My second drabble for Challenge 416: Grip at tw100.

Summary: Can Ianto save Jack?

Drabble Version

As Jack started to slip, Ianto grabbed his arm to stop him falling.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you!” He tightened his grip around Jack’s wrist.

“That’s all very well,” Jack gasped out, still teetering precariously, “but who’s got you?”

It was a very good question. As Jack tipped further out, putting more strain and weight on his would-be saviour’s arm, Ianto’s feet started to slip too.

“Shit, I really didn’t think this through,” Ianto muttered.

It was too late to let go; Jack toppled, dragging Ianto with him, and with a horrible squelching sound, they fell in the mud.

“Yuk!”


The End



Extended Version

As Jack started to slip, Ianto grabbed for one of his flailing arms to keep him from falling.

“It’s okay, Jack, I’ve got you, hang on!” He tightened his grip around Jack’s wrist, squeezing so tightly Jack thought he could feel the bones grinding together.

“That’s all very well,” Jack gasped out, still teetering precariously, “but who’s got you?”

It was a very good question. As Jack tipped further out, putting more strain and weight on his would-be saviour’s arm, Ianto’s feet started to slip too.

“Shit, I really didn’t think this through,” Ianto muttered.

It was too late to let go; Jack toppled, dragging Ianto with him, and with a horrible squelching sound, they fell headfirst into the mud.

“Yuk!”

Crawling out, muddy Jack hugged his equally muddy lover. “Not the best rescue attempt ever, but thanks for trying.”

“Next time you’re facing certain mud, you’re on your own.”

The End