Double Drabble: Too Cold
Title: Too Cold
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 741: Freeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto puts his foot down.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Contrary to what some members of the team might believe, Weevil hunting was not a euphemism for sex. Granted, there was quite often a certain amount of… celebration following a successful hunt, but that was simply the method Jack and Ianto used to burn off excess adrenaline, after returning straying Weevils to the sewers or tagging new arrivals.
Chasing and capturing Weevils was often exhilarating, running through Cardiff’s night-time streets, pitting themselves against the sharp-toothed aliens, and subduing them. Everything that came after was a bonus.
Tonight they’d chased down a big bull Weevil that had avoided being caught and tagged until now. They were understandably elated at their success; it meant one less Weevil roaming loose that they couldn’t track. Sweating, and breathing hard, they loaded the Weevil into the rear of the SUV to be taken back to the Hub, where it would be examined, photographed, and tagged before being released.
Slamming the hatch, Jack turned to Ianto, his intentions obvious.
Ianto backed off, raising his hands. “Oh no you don’t, not tonight!”
“Why not?” Jack sounded hurt.
“Because it’s sub-zero temperatures out here; I’d freeze my parts off! You can wait until we’re back at the Hub.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 741: Freeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto puts his foot down.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Contrary to what some members of the team might believe, Weevil hunting was not a euphemism for sex. Granted, there was quite often a certain amount of… celebration following a successful hunt, but that was simply the method Jack and Ianto used to burn off excess adrenaline, after returning straying Weevils to the sewers or tagging new arrivals.
Chasing and capturing Weevils was often exhilarating, running through Cardiff’s night-time streets, pitting themselves against the sharp-toothed aliens, and subduing them. Everything that came after was a bonus.
Tonight they’d chased down a big bull Weevil that had avoided being caught and tagged until now. They were understandably elated at their success; it meant one less Weevil roaming loose that they couldn’t track. Sweating, and breathing hard, they loaded the Weevil into the rear of the SUV to be taken back to the Hub, where it would be examined, photographed, and tagged before being released.
Slamming the hatch, Jack turned to Ianto, his intentions obvious.
Ianto backed off, raising his hands. “Oh no you don’t, not tonight!”
“Why not?” Jack sounded hurt.
“Because it’s sub-zero temperatures out here; I’d freeze my parts off! You can wait until we’re back at the Hub.”
The End