Characters: Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 514: Allergy at tw100.
Summary: Something is distracting Jack, and for once it’s not Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Torchwood’s morning meeting wasn’t going too well. Jack was trying to concentrate on whatever Tosh was explaining, something to do with an alien device she’d been studying, but he was finding it harder and harder to focus. Reaching for the glass in front of him on the boardroom table, he twitched violently, knocking it over.
Ianto leapt to his feet, snatching up files and folders to keep them out of the spilled water and turned to glare at his partner. “What is the matter with you? You’ve been twitching and fidgeting ever since you sat down!”
“I can’t help it, I itch, like ants crawling all over me!”
“Why didn’t you say something before?”
“I thought it would go away if I just ignored it, but instead it’s getting worse.”
Owen got to his feet. “Right, suppose I’d better examine you. Come on.”
With a sigh, Jack followed the medic down to his domain and when instructed, stripped to reveal hundreds of red, itchy spots all over his body.
“Looks like an allergic reaction,” Owen told him. “Have you used anything different on yourself lately?”
Ianto groaned. “Congratulations; you’re the only person in the universe allergic to non-allergenic body paint.”