Double Drabble: Morning Reverie
Title: Morning Reverie
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 537: Sparkling at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The storm has passed and it’s a beautiful morning.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The storm that had been battering Cardiff for the past couple of days had blown itself out overnight. Ianto opened the tourist office door, blinking in the bright sunshine, and ventured cautiously outside to check for damage, feeling like a gopher or some such creature emerging from its hole.
Mermaid Quay was a bit of a mess, litter, shells, driftwood, and seaweed washed up on its boards by the wind-driven waves, but the tourist office itself remained dry inside thanks to some nifty alien forcefield technology Tosh had welded to the door after the last time they got flooded. Looked like he’d only need to collect up the litter and the biggest chunks of wood; the rest of the mess could go back into the water, where it belonged.
Ignoring the task for the moment, Ianto made his way up onto the Plas, which had fared better, being a few feet higher than the Quay. The air smelled fresh and clean in the early morning light and there wasn’t another living soul in sight.
Smiling, he leaned on the railing gazing at the sunlight sparkling off the sea. This was home; there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 537: Sparkling at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The storm has passed and it’s a beautiful morning.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The storm that had been battering Cardiff for the past couple of days had blown itself out overnight. Ianto opened the tourist office door, blinking in the bright sunshine, and ventured cautiously outside to check for damage, feeling like a gopher or some such creature emerging from its hole.
Mermaid Quay was a bit of a mess, litter, shells, driftwood, and seaweed washed up on its boards by the wind-driven waves, but the tourist office itself remained dry inside thanks to some nifty alien forcefield technology Tosh had welded to the door after the last time they got flooded. Looked like he’d only need to collect up the litter and the biggest chunks of wood; the rest of the mess could go back into the water, where it belonged.
Ignoring the task for the moment, Ianto made his way up onto the Plas, which had fared better, being a few feet higher than the Quay. The air smelled fresh and clean in the early morning light and there wasn’t another living soul in sight.
Smiling, he leaned on the railing gazing at the sunlight sparkling off the sea. This was home; there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.
The End