Characters: Ianto, Jack, Nosy, Meriel.
Written For: Challenge 524: Sleep at tw100.
Summary: Ianto just wants to sleep, but he’s been woken by something he can’t ignore.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto groaned, wishing he could bury his head beneath the pillow and go back to sleep. He was so damned tired! Jack was no better off; he’d crawled out of bed barely an hour ago to deal with a Rift alert and hadn't returned yet. Shouldn’t someone else be handling night duty at the moment? Because honestly, it didn’t seem fair to expect either of them to give up what little sleep they were getting. Surely they should be allowed to plead extenuating circumstances.
Wearily Ianto threw back the covers, scrabbling bare feet on the floor until he located his slippers and got them on, not caring that they were on the wrong feet; that wasn’t important. Bleary eyed, he shuffled his way into the next room, pulling his robe on as he went. How could something so small be so loud?
Nosy was rocking the crib and humming, but the baby wouldn’t be soothed, meaning she was either hungry or needed to be changed, or with his luck, both.
“What’s up, little girl?” He lifted Meriel out of the crib, wincing as she yelled loudly in his ear.
On second thoughts, maybe Jack had the right idea about escaping.