Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 639: Hazard at tw100.
Summary: Ianto has been injured in an accident.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Rule number one when working for Torchwood was to expect the unexpected, because there was never any way of knowing what might happen next. The team all had their areas of expertise, most of them had been recruited because of their various skills, but none of them could see into the future, not even Jack, despite the fact that he’d been born and raised in the fifty-first century.
He had a rough idea of how earth’s history would play out, but no idea what might fall through the Rift tomorrow, or when the next attempted invasion would happen. Sometimes he wished he did, because then he could perhaps keep the people he cared about from getting hurt.
“You weren’t to blame,” Ianto insisted.
“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. You could’ve been killed!”
“But I wasn’t, I’m fine.”
“Fine? You have two cracked ribs and a huge lump on your head!”
“Don’t exaggerate, it’s just a bruise. There’s hardly any swelling at all; my woolly hat protected me.”
“It shouldn’t have had to; that’s my job. Instead I hurt you.”
Jack had slipped on black ice, landing heavily on Ianto.
“Winter is hazardous to your health.”