Disclaimer: I don’t own anything of Torchwood.

Note: Sequel to the other story. Right go and read the Ending of the World, now! I don’t know if Jack can get ill or not but in my world he can and since I’m feeling crappy, I’m making him feel crappy, thus is the power of an author.

Word count: 202

Sharing

“You made me sick.” Jack’s hoarse voice came from behind the steam that rose from the tea cup Ianto had brought him in which the captain was sniffling into.

“Well, you were so keen on sharing.” Ianto said in a dry voice as he handed Jack another clean tissue and disposed of the old ones with a straight face. He had had lots of practice in keeping a straight face while dealing with the most disgusting things.

“That doesn’t include germs.”

“Well, we share a bed so it was bound to happen.”

“I should fire you…”The thread sounded hollow and it was followed by a miserable cough.

“You should marry me because I’m the only one that takes care of you after your temper tantrum. Even Owen left!”

“I am ill!”

“Currently, you are being an asshole about it.”

“Lucky for you that I have one. But we’ll talk about that marriage thing another time when I can think clearly because you wouldn’t want me to say no so the proposal so I can get some rest, now would you?”

And as Ianto pressed the stopwatch he hoped it wasn’t that long till Jack was better because Ianto liked his captain well.

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