Drabble: Visitor
Title: Visitor
Author:
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Tenth Doctor.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 474: Bounce at
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto doesn’t know how Jack puts up with the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
He’s doing it again; bounce, bounce, bounce on his heels, and it’s making Ianto a bit giddy. Worse, it’s all he can do not to start bouncing too, if only so he can keep the Doctor in his eye-line without nodding his head all the time. He’s starting to feel like he’s talking to a yoyo.
The Doctor’s only been here half an hour, but already Ianto’s wondering how Jack puts up with the infuriating alien, with his ill-fitting suit, his too-wide smile, and the constant bouncing… If he didn’t know the Time Lord only drinks tea, he’d think he was on the mother of all caffeine highs, but there’s not that much caffeine in a cuppa. Maybe it’s just excitement, or impatience, or springs in his shoes…
“Jack won’t be back for a couple of hours yet, Doctor. Even with the way he drives there are limits to how fast he can cover the intervening distance, and he’s currently helping repair a damaged Volnian transport. Perhaps you’d care to take a seat on the sofa while you’re waiting.”
“That’s okay; I’m fine right here!” Bounce bounce bounce.
“Then kindly stop bouncing before I nail your feet to the floor.”
The End
Author:
Characters: Ianto, Tenth Doctor.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 474: Bounce at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto doesn’t know how Jack puts up with the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
He’s doing it again; bounce, bounce, bounce on his heels, and it’s making Ianto a bit giddy. Worse, it’s all he can do not to start bouncing too, if only so he can keep the Doctor in his eye-line without nodding his head all the time. He’s starting to feel like he’s talking to a yoyo.
The Doctor’s only been here half an hour, but already Ianto’s wondering how Jack puts up with the infuriating alien, with his ill-fitting suit, his too-wide smile, and the constant bouncing… If he didn’t know the Time Lord only drinks tea, he’d think he was on the mother of all caffeine highs, but there’s not that much caffeine in a cuppa. Maybe it’s just excitement, or impatience, or springs in his shoes…
“Jack won’t be back for a couple of hours yet, Doctor. Even with the way he drives there are limits to how fast he can cover the intervening distance, and he’s currently helping repair a damaged Volnian transport. Perhaps you’d care to take a seat on the sofa while you’re waiting.”
“That’s okay; I’m fine right here!” Bounce bounce bounce.
“Then kindly stop bouncing before I nail your feet to the floor.”
The End
great drabble
Thank you!
Edited at 2017-11-19 08:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you!