*crickets chirp*
Awright, lads, now I'm very conscious of the fact that this year I have no pre-prepared (is that a tautology?) mathoms to post, which is a bit of a break in tradition for me. And there's not really any way I'm going to get my epic crackfic finished, beta read and britpicked in the next 8 hours
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Gimme another one!
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I CAN'T REMEMBER ALL THE OTHER THINGS I'VE WANTED YOU TO WRITE.
Jack and Ianto explore the tunnels and disused railway and discover pixies.
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Ianto sighs, silently, inside his head. "Wasn't me, Sir."
"No, seriously... Something just touched my leg!"
Ianto sets down his thermos lid carefully and picks up the torch again, flicking it on and angling the beam until Jack's legs are in its trajectory. His trousers are scuffed with dust, but otherwise 'something'-free.
"You just made that up so I'd turn the torch on again," Ianto accuses, tilting the light up to see Jack's face. Jack scrunches his eyes closed and scowls against the sudden brightness. He looks ridiculous.
"Well I told you we should have brought the wind-up one, that doesn't even need batteries--"
"If someone hadn't decided to use the crank on the wind-up torch for such unconventional purposes, then I would have brought it."
Ianto's torch beam catches Jack's arms folding sullenly before he turns it off again. "I didn't make it up," Jack says.
Whatever, Ianto mouths to the dark, and picks up his tea again. He swallows the first gulp before he ( ... )
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Yay! PROMPTS ARE FUN.
PS. Do you hang around on AIM/gtalk/anything? I am happy to spam you with bits of crackfic if you're interested :)
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