Double Drabble: Unpredictable
Title: Unpredictable
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 545: Breeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather in Wales can be unpredictable, especially in spring, but this is ridiculous
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
There was nothing like a fresh spring breeze to lift the spirits, Ianto thought, and this was nothing like a fresh spring breeze. It had been when they’d set out a couple of hours earlier to retrieve the Rift’s latest gift, but the unpredictable Welsh weather was outdoing itself.
Here he and Jack were, exposed to the elements on a deserted stretch of beach a couple of miles outside Cardiff, and the delightful breeze that had been ruffling their hair as they’d left the SUV parked on the side of the road was now a gale, gusting so strongly that they were having to cling to each other just to stay on their feet. Not only that, but the spray being whipped up from the crashing waves meant they were getting wetter and colder by the minute.
“I thought you said you checked the weather forecast!” Despite only inches separating his lips from Jack’s ear, Ianto had to yell to be heard.
“I did! It said mild and blustery,” Jack yelled back.
“Well this is neither! Let’s just find what we came for. When I get back to the Hub I’m writing a letter of complaint to the Met office!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 545: Breeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather in Wales can be unpredictable, especially in spring, but this is ridiculous
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
There was nothing like a fresh spring breeze to lift the spirits, Ianto thought, and this was nothing like a fresh spring breeze. It had been when they’d set out a couple of hours earlier to retrieve the Rift’s latest gift, but the unpredictable Welsh weather was outdoing itself.
Here he and Jack were, exposed to the elements on a deserted stretch of beach a couple of miles outside Cardiff, and the delightful breeze that had been ruffling their hair as they’d left the SUV parked on the side of the road was now a gale, gusting so strongly that they were having to cling to each other just to stay on their feet. Not only that, but the spray being whipped up from the crashing waves meant they were getting wetter and colder by the minute.
“I thought you said you checked the weather forecast!” Despite only inches separating his lips from Jack’s ear, Ianto had to yell to be heard.
“I did! It said mild and blustery,” Jack yelled back.
“Well this is neither! Let’s just find what we came for. When I get back to the Hub I’m writing a letter of complaint to the Met office!”
The End