Double Drabble: Scary
Title: Scary
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, mentions Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 538: Incline at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: In Tosh’s opinion, the road they’re following is a bit too steep for comfort.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I hate driving up steep hills!” Tosh groaned, gripping both sides of her seat with white-knuckled fingers and shutting her eyes tightly.
“You’re not the one driving,” Ianto teased his friend, steering the SUV steadily up the long, steep incline, keeping in low gear.
“That’s not the point. Can’t I just get out and walk up?”
“If you like, but it’s quite a trek. Your choice though; an exhausting twenty minute hike uphill or I can have you safely at the top in five.”
This road deep in the Beacons was far from the steepest Ianto had ever driven on; that award went to some of the high passes in the Lake District, which he and Jack had spent a few days exploring last autumn. Driving over those had been a bit alarming; at least this one didn’t have a sheer drop on one side.
“Oh, okay then… Just tell me when it’s safe to open my eyes again.”
“I will. Just think yourself lucky you’re not in the passenger seat with Jack behind the wheel, tearing down a one in three slope on a road winding back and forth on the side of a mountain. Now that’s really scary!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, mentions Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 538: Incline at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: In Tosh’s opinion, the road they’re following is a bit too steep for comfort.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I hate driving up steep hills!” Tosh groaned, gripping both sides of her seat with white-knuckled fingers and shutting her eyes tightly.
“You’re not the one driving,” Ianto teased his friend, steering the SUV steadily up the long, steep incline, keeping in low gear.
“That’s not the point. Can’t I just get out and walk up?”
“If you like, but it’s quite a trek. Your choice though; an exhausting twenty minute hike uphill or I can have you safely at the top in five.”
This road deep in the Beacons was far from the steepest Ianto had ever driven on; that award went to some of the high passes in the Lake District, which he and Jack had spent a few days exploring last autumn. Driving over those had been a bit alarming; at least this one didn’t have a sheer drop on one side.
“Oh, okay then… Just tell me when it’s safe to open my eyes again.”
“I will. Just think yourself lucky you’re not in the passenger seat with Jack behind the wheel, tearing down a one in three slope on a road winding back and forth on the side of a mountain. Now that’s really scary!”
The End