Double Drabble: Confusing Situation
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badly_knittedTitle: Confusing Situation
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 866: Who at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is feeling very confused.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Who are you?” Ianto asked dazedly, staring at the handsome man who seemed to be fussing around him for some unknown reason.
“I’m fine. You know me, I’m always fine. It’s you I’m worried about.”
Ianto frowned; something here wasn’t making sense, but he had a headache and couldn’t quite figure out… well, much of anything, actually. Like why he was lying on the cold, damp ground, why there was a distinct smell of burning in the air, why he couldn’t remember this man, who smelled good enough to eat, even though he sort of looked, or at least smelled, familiar.
“What happened? Did something happen?”
“You might say that. The thing we came out here to find sort of… exploded.”
“Oh. That doesn’t sound good.”
“I was closer to it than you, which is a good thing. I think I shielded you from the worst of it.”
“That was nice of you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You probably shouldn’t try to move though, at least not until Owen gets here and checks you out.”
“Who is Owen?”
“What d’you mean, who is Owen?” The man frowned down at Ianto.
“I seem to have forgotten a few things. Like everything.”
The End
“I’m fine. You know me, I’m always fine. It’s you I’m worried about.”
Ianto frowned; something here wasn’t making sense, but he had a headache and couldn’t quite figure out… well, much of anything, actually. Like why he was lying on the cold, damp ground, why there was a distinct smell of burning in the air, why he couldn’t remember this man, who smelled good enough to eat, even though he sort of looked, or at least smelled, familiar.
“What happened? Did something happen?”
“You might say that. The thing we came out here to find sort of… exploded.”
“Oh. That doesn’t sound good.”
“I was closer to it than you, which is a good thing. I think I shielded you from the worst of it.”
“That was nice of you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You probably shouldn’t try to move though, at least not until Owen gets here and checks you out.”
“Who is Owen?”
“What d’you mean, who is Owen?” The man frowned down at Ianto.
“I seem to have forgotten a few things. Like everything.”
The End
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