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vocab_drabblesTitle: A Salient Argument
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Jack, Ianto (implied Janto)
Words: 335
Summary: Ianto gets caught not taking his ulcer meds. Fits in between “Weighty Matters” and “A Pernicious Play on Words,” but stands on its own.
And with this one, I'm finally caught up on all the prompts! Yay!
“Are you even listening to me?!” Jack pleaded in exasperation.
Ianto forced his gaze from the ceiling to the man behind the desk. Could one even plead exasperatedly?
Well, if anyone could, it was Jack Harkness.
“An untreated ulcer can lead to internal bleeding, perforation, even sepsis. You know how dangerous that is, don’t you?”
“Did Owen give you a list of all the salient points to argue?” Ianto asked, distracted by thinking up revenge on Owen for ratting him out him to Jack. And for sneakily checking his blood for medication levels without telling him. There would be decaf to pay, at the least.
Jack sighed. “Believe it or not, I care about you, Ianto. And you’re one of the smartest people I know. So, tell me why you aren’t taking your medication?”
Ianto struggled while Jack waited. “I…don’t like drugs,” he finally muttered.
“Not good enough,” Jack barked. “They aren’t drugs, they’re life-saving medication.”
“I don’t know!” Ianto admitted.
Jack quirked an eyebrow at him.
“It’s true. I don’t know why I didn’t take them. I just…”
Jack’s expression softened, and he came around the desk, sitting on the edge. “I need to know you don’t have a death wish, aren’t going to be a liability in the field.”
Ianto’s eyes flashed. “That’s what this is all about? Worry that I’ll put the team in danger again?” he said, purposely bringing up the unpleasant past.
Jack flinched at the reminder. “What part of ‘I care about you,’ aren’t you hearing?! Surely it occurred to you that I would have put a bullet in your brain if I didn’t,” he returned the jab with his own. Then he came closer, crouching next to Ianto’s chair and putting a hand on his arm. “And if you cared about yourself half as much as I do, you’d take your medication.”
Maybe Ianto could care again, as well; at least he could give it a try.
“I’ll take the meds. I promise.”
But Owen was still getting decaf.
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Jack, Ianto (implied Janto)
Words: 335
Summary: Ianto gets caught not taking his ulcer meds. Fits in between “Weighty Matters” and “A Pernicious Play on Words,” but stands on its own.
And with this one, I'm finally caught up on all the prompts! Yay!
“Are you even listening to me?!” Jack pleaded in exasperation.
Ianto forced his gaze from the ceiling to the man behind the desk. Could one even plead exasperatedly?
Well, if anyone could, it was Jack Harkness.
“An untreated ulcer can lead to internal bleeding, perforation, even sepsis. You know how dangerous that is, don’t you?”
“Did Owen give you a list of all the salient points to argue?” Ianto asked, distracted by thinking up revenge on Owen for ratting him out him to Jack. And for sneakily checking his blood for medication levels without telling him. There would be decaf to pay, at the least.
Jack sighed. “Believe it or not, I care about you, Ianto. And you’re one of the smartest people I know. So, tell me why you aren’t taking your medication?”
Ianto struggled while Jack waited. “I…don’t like drugs,” he finally muttered.
“Not good enough,” Jack barked. “They aren’t drugs, they’re life-saving medication.”
“I don’t know!” Ianto admitted.
Jack quirked an eyebrow at him.
“It’s true. I don’t know why I didn’t take them. I just…”
Jack’s expression softened, and he came around the desk, sitting on the edge. “I need to know you don’t have a death wish, aren’t going to be a liability in the field.”
Ianto’s eyes flashed. “That’s what this is all about? Worry that I’ll put the team in danger again?” he said, purposely bringing up the unpleasant past.
Jack flinched at the reminder. “What part of ‘I care about you,’ aren’t you hearing?! Surely it occurred to you that I would have put a bullet in your brain if I didn’t,” he returned the jab with his own. Then he came closer, crouching next to Ianto’s chair and putting a hand on his arm. “And if you cared about yourself half as much as I do, you’d take your medication.”
Maybe Ianto could care again, as well; at least he could give it a try.
“I’ll take the meds. I promise.”
But Owen was still getting decaf.
