Double Drabble: Not Fun
Title: Not Fun
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 576: Naked at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: This is the last time Ianto’s letting Jack persuade him to camp out overnight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tying to preserve dignity when you worked for Torchwood was a hopeless task. Between the Rift, aliens, and weird bits of technology there was always something that could be counted on to make you look like a right idiot. Today though, there was nothing alien involved, just the Welsh weather, and Jack being Jack.
Ianto didn’t even LIKE camping all that much, but Jack had said it would be great, just the two of them, checking into sightings of some unusual lights. They’d camp out overnight and return to the Hub the next morning.
But the lights hadn’t made an appearance so Jack had suggested having some fun in their tent, they’d worn each other out and fallen asleep on top of their sleeping bags, and then sometime around two in the morning, a gale had got up and they’d woken to find their tent taking flight.
A bit of fun, Jack had said. Well, there was nothing fun about being in the middle of nowhere at three in morning, in the pouring rain, naked, battling the wind while trying to peg their tent back down. As for their clothes, they were probably halfway to Ireland by now.
Just perfect.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 576: Naked at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: This is the last time Ianto’s letting Jack persuade him to camp out overnight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tying to preserve dignity when you worked for Torchwood was a hopeless task. Between the Rift, aliens, and weird bits of technology there was always something that could be counted on to make you look like a right idiot. Today though, there was nothing alien involved, just the Welsh weather, and Jack being Jack.
Ianto didn’t even LIKE camping all that much, but Jack had said it would be great, just the two of them, checking into sightings of some unusual lights. They’d camp out overnight and return to the Hub the next morning.
But the lights hadn’t made an appearance so Jack had suggested having some fun in their tent, they’d worn each other out and fallen asleep on top of their sleeping bags, and then sometime around two in the morning, a gale had got up and they’d woken to find their tent taking flight.
A bit of fun, Jack had said. Well, there was nothing fun about being in the middle of nowhere at three in morning, in the pouring rain, naked, battling the wind while trying to peg their tent back down. As for their clothes, they were probably halfway to Ireland by now.
Just perfect.
The End