Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 592: Wound at tw100.
Summary: Jack’s paperwork is revolting.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Paperwork had never been Jack’s favourite thing; in fact, it was safe to say it was near the top of his Most Hated Chores list, but today it had given him one more reason to hate it with a vengeance. Bad enough he had to do it at all, but when it started fighting back…
Coming into Jack’s office bearing a steaming mug of coffee, Ianto scowled in disapproval at the half-completed stacks of paperwork, and Jack, sitting forlornly behind his desk, sucking his thumb.
“You haven’t finished that lot yet?” he said. “It’s not even that big a pile, you should have been done with it ages ago!”
“Can’t,” Jack mumbled around his thumb. “I’m injured. It bit me. See?” He pulled his thumb out of his mouth and held his hand out, displaying the deep wound, already oozing blood again.
Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes. “Anyone would think you’d never had a paper cut before. Torchwood Three’s fearless immortal leader, veteran of countless battles with hostile aliens, stopped in his tracks by a piece of paper.”
Jack pouted. “It hurts!”
“It’ll be healed in five minutes.”
That comment only made Jack pout harder.
“Fine, I’ll get a plaster.”