Double Drabble: Blending In
Title: Blending In
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Nosy, OCs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 539: Tree at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Nosy is perfectly capable of hiding itself when the need arises.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Whenever possible, Jack and Ianto liked to head out of Cardiff to some remote area far off the beaten track so that Nosy could get some exercise out in the fresh air. As big as it was, the Fluff was hardly inconspicuous so as much as they might have liked to, they couldn’t take it to the park to play fetch the way they could have with a dog.
It was a glorious late spring day, the trees gowned in new leaves, and the three of them were having a splendid time. Nosy slithered after the ball Jack threw for it, returning to drop it at his feet to be thrown again, when they heard voices coming from a short distance away.
Jack looked around, panicked, but there was no sign of Nosy; it must have heard the voices too and hidden.
Two hikers came into view, calling cheerfully, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”
“Wonderful,” Jack agreed. Then the hikers were gone again, striding away down the hill to disappear from sight.
“Nosy?” Ianto whispered.
“Hummm,” came from somewhere overhead and a perfectly camouflaged Fluff peeped from among the leaves and branches.
“Huh,” said Jack. “Who knew Fluffs could climb trees?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Nosy, OCs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 539: Tree at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Nosy is perfectly capable of hiding itself when the need arises.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Whenever possible, Jack and Ianto liked to head out of Cardiff to some remote area far off the beaten track so that Nosy could get some exercise out in the fresh air. As big as it was, the Fluff was hardly inconspicuous so as much as they might have liked to, they couldn’t take it to the park to play fetch the way they could have with a dog.
It was a glorious late spring day, the trees gowned in new leaves, and the three of them were having a splendid time. Nosy slithered after the ball Jack threw for it, returning to drop it at his feet to be thrown again, when they heard voices coming from a short distance away.
Jack looked around, panicked, but there was no sign of Nosy; it must have heard the voices too and hidden.
Two hikers came into view, calling cheerfully, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”
“Wonderful,” Jack agreed. Then the hikers were gone again, striding away down the hill to disappear from sight.
“Nosy?” Ianto whispered.
“Hummm,” came from somewhere overhead and a perfectly camouflaged Fluff peeped from among the leaves and branches.
“Huh,” said Jack. “Who knew Fluffs could climb trees?”
The End