Author's Notes:
Being a living teddy bear is nowhere near as much fun as it sounds.

Summary: Another drabble and a half, part four of ‘Jack’s Beary Tale’. Follows previous chapter.

Teddy-Jack looked on sadly as Ianto handed out coffee to the team. He wished he could have some, but Owen’s scans had shown he had no internal organs, just stuffing and a growler, so drinking and eating were out of the question. He sighed heavily; something a creature with no lungs shouldn’t have been capable of. Everything was screwed up! Surely the day couldn’t get any worse.

Then there was a Weevil alert and the rest of the team hared off to deal with it. Jack had to stay behind at the Hub; for his own safety, Ianto had said. After all, who knew what would happen if he got the stuffing ripped out of him? Teddy bears aren’t indestructible. It was a fair point, but it didn’t make Jack feel any better. Now he was not only bored, but lonely too.

He was a bear who needed a hug.

TBC in ‘Bear Hug’