Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 597: Joint at tw100.
Summary: Poor Ianto, being fought over by aliens isn’t as much fun as it sounds.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my Through Time and Space ‘Verse.
Ianto groaned pitifully, not even trying to get up; every joint in his body was throbbing with knifelike stabs of pain. Was this what it felt like to get old and arthritic? If that was the case he was glad he never would, or at least not for a few million years.
“How do you feel?” Jack asked sympathetically, sitting beside his lover and gently stroking his hair.
Ianto winced; even that light touch hurt. He almost wished he’d died; then at least he could have come back to life fully healed instead of having to wait for his body to repair itself.
“How do you think I feel? I think those things managed to dislocate every joint in my entire body!” Ianto ground out between his teeth. Even his jaw ached, probably from all the screaming.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea they’d do that, I’ve never been here before.”
“Not your fault,” Ianto muttered on a pained sigh.
After all, who would have thought the primitive natives of this world would take such a liking to Ianto they’d fight over him, grabbing him by legs and arms and stretching him between them like a piece of living elastic?