Double Drabble: Merry And Bright
Title: Merry And Bright
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: To Ianto’s horror, Jack’s gone over the top with the Christmas decorations again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly…” Jack was singing as he bustled around the Hub, stringing lights and twining tinsel around anything that stayed still long enough. He’d already bought and set up a real fir tree in one corner; decorating that would be his next task.
Ianto walked in through the cog door and stopped dead, an expression of abject horror on his face. “Jack, I thought we’d agreed to keep the Hub decorations to a minimum this year? Just a small, tasteful fake tree and a few lights…”
“I know, but it looked like Scrooge’s version of Christmas, there was no cheer! Christmas should be merry and bright, not just a token plastic tree shoved somewhere out of the way. All year long the Hub’s drab and depressing. Why shouldn’t we have a bit of sparkle? It’s only for a month or so.”
“Yes, and then I’m left cleaning up pine needles and glitter and bits of tinsel for the next eleven months,” Ianto said sourly, scowling at the Christmas finery.
“Grinch!” Jack accused. “Where’s your Christmas spirit? Stop complaining and give me a hand with these lights. You’re not going to rain on my festive parade!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: To Ianto’s horror, Jack’s gone over the top with the Christmas decorations again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly…” Jack was singing as he bustled around the Hub, stringing lights and twining tinsel around anything that stayed still long enough. He’d already bought and set up a real fir tree in one corner; decorating that would be his next task.
Ianto walked in through the cog door and stopped dead, an expression of abject horror on his face. “Jack, I thought we’d agreed to keep the Hub decorations to a minimum this year? Just a small, tasteful fake tree and a few lights…”
“I know, but it looked like Scrooge’s version of Christmas, there was no cheer! Christmas should be merry and bright, not just a token plastic tree shoved somewhere out of the way. All year long the Hub’s drab and depressing. Why shouldn’t we have a bit of sparkle? It’s only for a month or so.”
“Yes, and then I’m left cleaning up pine needles and glitter and bits of tinsel for the next eleven months,” Ianto said sourly, scowling at the Christmas finery.
“Grinch!” Jack accused. “Where’s your Christmas spirit? Stop complaining and give me a hand with these lights. You’re not going to rain on my festive parade!”
The End