My final drabble for Challenge 364: Tear at tw100.
Summary: Thereâs an unfortunate casualty during the latest Weevil hunt.
The Weevil lunged, slashing at him, and Jack twisted to one side. He almost got clear, but a claw snagged in the heavy wool of his coat and his heart sank as he felt the fabric tear. He would almost have preferred those talons to have sunk into his own flesh; at least he knew he’d heal.
Back at the Hub, the rogue Weevil safely stowed in the cells, Jack watched Ianto examining the rip.
“Can you fix it?”
Ianto smiled reassuringly. “Leave it to me, I’ll have your coat almost as good as new in no time.”