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Double Drabble: Comforter

Title: Comforter
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Nosy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 447: Feel at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto’s been left all alone in the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.





Ianto was feeling blue. Jack was in London for a meeting with the Queen, the rest of the team were out dealing with various Torchwood-related problems, and he was stuck at the Hub, sitting on the ratty old sofa with his leg up, because Owen had ordered him to stay put after having to re-stitch the wound.


“Your leg won’t heal if you keep walking about, going up and down stairs and what ‘ave you. Pull the stitches out again and I’ll chain you to your bed!”


“I’m sure Jack would be delighted,” Ianto had grouched. He hated being inactive.


He also hated feeling lonely. He missed Jack.


Something soft and warm nudged up under his hand and his fingers sank into thick fur, automatically stroking. It felt nice; there was something indescribably soothing about the feel of fur beneath his fingers. What was it doctors said? That having a pet lowered stress levels? That was easy to believe.


Nosy slithered its way onto the sofa, draping itself over Ianto’s lap, the warmth of its body welcome in the chilly Hub. It was like a comfort blanket and a teddy bear rolled into one.


Maybe enforced rest wasn’t so bad.



The End








Tags: drabble, fic, fic: g, ianto jones, jack/ianto, nosy, nosy-verse, owen harper, torchwood fic, tw100
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