Author's Notes:
A double drabble, part five of ‘Jack’s Beary Tale’.

Summary: Jack is finding being a teddy bear increasingly frustrating.

Jack had seldom been happier to see his team return from a mission; they seemed to have been gone for hours. All he’d been able to do while they were away was pace worriedly and growl. He hadn’t liked not being out there with them; Weevils were dangerous and unpredictable, anything could’ve happened to them. Not knowing what was going on had only made him fret more; he hadn’t even been able to keep in touch via comms.

When the team finally straggled back into the Hub, looking tired and grubby but mercifully undamaged, Jack swept them all into a bear hug, ignoring Owen’s complaints as his face was crushed against Jack’s furry chest.

“I’m so glad you’re all back and safe!”

“We’re glad too, Jack,” Ianto assured him, patting a fluffy arm. “That was a wily Weevil, it escaped into the sewers, but not before running us ragged across half of Cardiff. Could’ve used your help out there.”

Jack squeezed Ianto tighter. “I’m useless like this,” he growled mournfully. “Please just make me human again and I’ll be good. I’ll even do my paperwork!”

“I’ll believe that when I see it!” Ianto chuckled, but he hugged Jack back anyway.

TBC in ‘Bear No More’