A Torchwood General/Humour Fanfic

John Hart may not be the master of poetry, but anyone's bound to try something new and unusual if they're stuck in the same two weeks.

Rated K for nothing bad.

Disclaimer: Don't own Jack Harkness or John Hart. Do own the retarded poem.

A/N: I thought of John's retarded poem this morning for no clear reason. I just sort of do things like that occasionally.

This wasn't originally up to 100 words but then I shoved it a little and now it's a true drabble.

(100 words)

Jack hadn't seen John be this quiet in – he paused to count on his fingers – seven weeks. It was rather unlike him.

He had to be working on something.

"What're you doing?" Jack asked. John hushed him. Jack waited another few moments rather impatiently.

"Okay, I've got it."

"Got what?"

"My poem."

"You wrote a poem?" John nodded. "Can I see it?"

"Well, I actually haven't written it down. But I'll say it for you.

"Two weeks go by
In the blink of an eye
But, oh lord,
They start over again."

"That took you two hours to write?"