Double Drabble: Rushed Meal
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badly_knittedTitle: Rushed Meal
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Tosh, Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 768: Rush at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack really needs to learn not to eat so fast.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack had hiccups, which was proving somewhat distracting. Every few seconds, he’d hiccup, twitch, and jerk in his seat.
Tosh paused her presentation to glare at him. “Have you tried holding your breath?”
Jack hiccupped and nodded. “Three times.”
“Drink some water,” Owen advised.
Reaching for his glass and the water jug, Jack attempted to pour some for himself but hiccupped and spilled it across the table. Ianto had to make a mad grab for the scattered paperwork to keep it from getting drenched.
“This is your own fault,” he said. “I told you not to bolt your food like that. Why you always have to be in such a rush I don’t know.”
“It would’ve gone… HIC!... cold!”
“Not if you’d come to eat when I told you lunch was ready instead of messing about on your computer until the rest of us had almost finished eating.”
“I was… HIC! bidding on something.”
“Well I hope you won.”
“Got outbid.” Jack pouted and hiccupped.
Ianto poured him some water, which Jack drank, but it didn’t help, just made him cough as well as hiccup.
“That’s it,” Ianto snapped. “No sex until you’re cured.”
“What!” The shock stopped Jack’s hiccups.
The End
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Date: 2023-07-10 10:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2023-07-10 10:47 am (UTC)Thank you!