Double Drabble: A Welcome Change
Title: A Welcome Change
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Sometimes, rain can be a good thing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Snow looked pretty enough, or it did when it first fell, all fresh, white and clean, but it quickly turned grey and lumpy, making the roads and pavements treacherous to the unwary, and only serving to make everywhere look dirty. After a week of snow and ice, waking to heavy rain seemed like a blessing.
Temperatures had risen a few degrees, assisting with the slow thaw, and the steady downpour was gradually eroding the lumps of packed snow lining the streets. It was enough to bring a smile to Ianto’s face.
“What’s got you so happy?” Jack asked.
“It’s raining!”
“Weren’t you the one complaining about the rain a few weeks ago?”
“I’m British, I complain about any kind of weather when there’s too much of it or it’s the wrong kind. Right now rain is good; it’s getting rid of the snow. No more having to dig for whatever comes through the Rift, no more risking breaking our necks while chasing a Weevil, no more bundling ourselves up in so many layers we can barely move, and still getting frozen half to death.”
“Instead you’ll just get soaked whenever you go outside.”
Ianto winked. “You can dry me off.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Sometimes, rain can be a good thing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Snow looked pretty enough, or it did when it first fell, all fresh, white and clean, but it quickly turned grey and lumpy, making the roads and pavements treacherous to the unwary, and only serving to make everywhere look dirty. After a week of snow and ice, waking to heavy rain seemed like a blessing.
Temperatures had risen a few degrees, assisting with the slow thaw, and the steady downpour was gradually eroding the lumps of packed snow lining the streets. It was enough to bring a smile to Ianto’s face.
“What’s got you so happy?” Jack asked.
“It’s raining!”
“Weren’t you the one complaining about the rain a few weeks ago?”
“I’m British, I complain about any kind of weather when there’s too much of it or it’s the wrong kind. Right now rain is good; it’s getting rid of the snow. No more having to dig for whatever comes through the Rift, no more risking breaking our necks while chasing a Weevil, no more bundling ourselves up in so many layers we can barely move, and still getting frozen half to death.”
“Instead you’ll just get soaked whenever you go outside.”
Ianto winked. “You can dry me off.”
The End