Double Drabble: Sunny Morning
Title: Sunny Morning
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 725: Welcome at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather takes Ianto by surprise.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
After weeks of rain and cold winds, the weather in Cardiff seemed to have suddenly remembered it was supposed to be summer. The day had dawned sunny and warm, with hardly a cloud in the wide blue expanse of the sky. It came as a bit of a shock, really.
Ianto had woken up in Jack’s cramped little cot, mostly on top of Jack, with a king-sized duvet draped over them both against the chill and damp. After getting showered, shaved, and dressed, he’d bravely volunteered to pop across the Plas and pick up something for breakfast. Shrugging into his coat, he’d picked up an umbrella, made his way up to the tourist office, and opened the door…
The sunlight almost blinded him. Dumping the umbrella and his coat, he stepped outside, relishing the warmth; after so much cold, dismal weather it was more than welcome.
Pulling his phone out, he called Jack, not bothering with a greeting. “Change of plans.”
“Is it that bad out?”
“Just the opposite; the sun’s shining!”
“You’re joking!”
“Not at all. Sunshine, blue skies… It would be criminal to waste it sitting around indoors. Come on out; the weather’s perfect.”
“I’ll be right there!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 725: Welcome at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather takes Ianto by surprise.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
After weeks of rain and cold winds, the weather in Cardiff seemed to have suddenly remembered it was supposed to be summer. The day had dawned sunny and warm, with hardly a cloud in the wide blue expanse of the sky. It came as a bit of a shock, really.
Ianto had woken up in Jack’s cramped little cot, mostly on top of Jack, with a king-sized duvet draped over them both against the chill and damp. After getting showered, shaved, and dressed, he’d bravely volunteered to pop across the Plas and pick up something for breakfast. Shrugging into his coat, he’d picked up an umbrella, made his way up to the tourist office, and opened the door…
The sunlight almost blinded him. Dumping the umbrella and his coat, he stepped outside, relishing the warmth; after so much cold, dismal weather it was more than welcome.
Pulling his phone out, he called Jack, not bothering with a greeting. “Change of plans.”
“Is it that bad out?”
“Just the opposite; the sun’s shining!”
“You’re joking!”
“Not at all. Sunshine, blue skies… It would be criminal to waste it sitting around indoors. Come on out; the weather’s perfect.”
“I’ll be right there!”
The End