Double Drabble: Out Of Luck
Title: Out Of Luck
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 480: Book at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Christmas is not going well for Jack and Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The Rift had been running them ragged in the weeks leading up to Christmas and Ianto had bemoaned the fact that he’d not had time to shop for all the Christmas essentials. When things finally eased up on Christmas Eve, he dragged Jack to the supermarket, determined to make up for lost time. Christmas dinner was at stake!
Sadly, not a single fresh turkey, nor even turkey breasts or legs, was left in the place, only half a dozen or so gigantic frozen turkeys that would likely take at least a week to defrost properly, and that were too big to fit in their oven anyway.
“Not to worry,” Jack said mildly. “We can have Christmas dinner at a restaurant instead. It’ll save all the cooking and there won’t be a stack of washing up to do. It’ll be perfect!”
“I don’t know, I think to do that you need to book in advance. Only a few places will be serving Christmas dinner.”
“It’ll be fine,” Jack insisted.
So here they were, looking for somewhere to eat and drawing a blank.
“I told you we should’ve made reservations!” Ianto grumbled. “Let’s go home. There’s pie and chips in the freezer.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 480: Book at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Christmas is not going well for Jack and Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The Rift had been running them ragged in the weeks leading up to Christmas and Ianto had bemoaned the fact that he’d not had time to shop for all the Christmas essentials. When things finally eased up on Christmas Eve, he dragged Jack to the supermarket, determined to make up for lost time. Christmas dinner was at stake!
Sadly, not a single fresh turkey, nor even turkey breasts or legs, was left in the place, only half a dozen or so gigantic frozen turkeys that would likely take at least a week to defrost properly, and that were too big to fit in their oven anyway.
“Not to worry,” Jack said mildly. “We can have Christmas dinner at a restaurant instead. It’ll save all the cooking and there won’t be a stack of washing up to do. It’ll be perfect!”
“I don’t know, I think to do that you need to book in advance. Only a few places will be serving Christmas dinner.”
“It’ll be fine,” Jack insisted.
So here they were, looking for somewhere to eat and drawing a blank.
“I told you we should’ve made reservations!” Ianto grumbled. “Let’s go home. There’s pie and chips in the freezer.”
The End