Challenge 660 - For future reference
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m_findlowTitle: For future reference
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 660 - Psychic at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100
Summary: Ianto is troubled by their latest guest's abilities. A double drabble.
Ianto yelped as he turned on his heel with the tray of coffee mugs, only to find their latest alien guest standing right in front of him, gripping the tray with both of its long, large hands.
'Sodding hell,' Ianto swore, stopping himself from uttering something more profane.
'You were going to drop the tray and burn yourself.'
'Well, yes, if you're going to stand right behind me like that,' he said, trying to tug it back.
'No, I came to grab it before you did. You were going to roll your ankle on that pen someone left on the floor.'
Ianto bit back his annoyance. Having an alien with psychic abilities was very disconcerting. It spent most of its time predicting what they'd do that would cause harm or arguments. It had already suggested he and Jack shouldn't use the cupboard on level two this afternoon because they'd knock a broom over and its handle would get wedged under the door trapping them inside. Jack hadn't sounded too bothered by the prospect.
'Wouldn't it have just been easier to kick the pen out of harm's way?'
'If I had, Jack would have tripped on it instead, cracking his skull.'
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 660 - Psychic at
tw100Summary: Ianto is troubled by their latest guest's abilities. A double drabble.
Ianto yelped as he turned on his heel with the tray of coffee mugs, only to find their latest alien guest standing right in front of him, gripping the tray with both of its long, large hands.
'Sodding hell,' Ianto swore, stopping himself from uttering something more profane.
'You were going to drop the tray and burn yourself.'
'Well, yes, if you're going to stand right behind me like that,' he said, trying to tug it back.
'No, I came to grab it before you did. You were going to roll your ankle on that pen someone left on the floor.'
Ianto bit back his annoyance. Having an alien with psychic abilities was very disconcerting. It spent most of its time predicting what they'd do that would cause harm or arguments. It had already suggested he and Jack shouldn't use the cupboard on level two this afternoon because they'd knock a broom over and its handle would get wedged under the door trapping them inside. Jack hadn't sounded too bothered by the prospect.
'Wouldn't it have just been easier to kick the pen out of harm's way?'
'If I had, Jack would have tripped on it instead, cracking his skull.'
