Fic: Soft And Fluffy
Title: Soft And Fluffy
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Jack.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1018
Summary: Something strange, soft, and fluffy has mysteriously shown up in the Hub…
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Written For: cozy_coffee’s prompt ‘Any, any, it’s so fluffy!’ at comment_fic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or any of the characters.
“It’s so fluffy!” Tosh exclaimed, her hands busily stroking away.
“I know!” Ianto was equally enamoured. “Soft too.”
“Like the softest fur ever,” Tosh agreed. “Soft as a baby rabbit!”
“Softer. A baby angora rabbit perhaps.”
“Maybe even softer than that.” Tosh leaned down to rub her cheek against the softness, sighing happily. “I just want to cuddle it all day!”
“What’s goin’ on?” Gwen appeared in the doorway and stopped, staring at her two colleagues. “What is that?”
“Fluffy!” said Ianto, beaming up at her.
“Soft!” Tosh echoed. “You have to feel it!”
Shrugging out of her jacket, Gwen joined the other two, running her fingers through the dense fur. “That’s lovely, that is.” She lay down, pulling an edge over herself and snuggling in. “Ooh, so cosy!”
Ianto was burrowing under the far side. “Warm as toast.” It was a miserably drizzly June day, overcast and with a chilly wind coming off the sea, but here they could stay snug and warm, forgetting the dreariness outside.
“Where is everyone?” Owen’s voice came through their earpieces.
Ianto answered for them all. “Boardroom.”
“It’s nippy out there, can hardly feel my fingers. You going to make coffee anytime soon?”
“Nope, but if you want to warm up, you could join us.”
“Doin’ what?” Owen stomped into the room and stopped so suddenly it was as if he’s slammed into an invisible wall. “What the fuck is that?”
“No idea,” Ianto admitted. “It was already here when I arrived, but it’s nice and cosy.”
“Fluffy too.” Gwen poked her head out from among the folds.
“And really soft.” Tosh had rolled herself up in a bit of it, like a burrito.
“Is it wise wrapping yourselves in something you can’t identify?” Owen tried to be the voice of reason.
“It can’t harm us,” Ianto said, totally unconcerned. “It’s not alive.” He paused, stroking it. “At least I don’t think it is. Hasn’t attacked us or objected in any way.”
“It could be alive,” Tosh said. “It’s purring.” Then she frowned. “Or maybe that’s me.”
“Might be me too.” Gwen grinned, showing the gap between her teeth. “Are you just going to stand there, Owen?”
“Did any of you even bother scanning it before rolling around on it?” Owen had always known his teammates were a few sandwiches short of a picnic, and this proved it.
“I just figured Jack must’ve put it here.” Ianto burrowed deeper into the furriness. “It wasn’t here when I left last night.”
“Where IS Jack?” Gwen asked, her head popping out from among the folds.
“Dunno, haven’t seen him.”
“You don’t think this might be…” Gwen trailed off, biting her lip.
Ianto snorted. “No, Jack has definitely not been transformed into something big, soft, and fluffy. Even Torchwood isn’t THAT weird. Anyway, he left a note on the coffee machine saying he got called away but should be back by nine. Said he’d bring breakfast. That’s why I came down here to get everything ready.” He gestured over his shoulder at the boardroom table, where plates and mugs were waiting.
“And then you just decided to play with that?” Owen was still keeping his distance.
“It was here, and I was feeling a bit chilly, there wasn’t anything else I urgently needed to do, and it looked so inviting… Figured I could leave making the coffee until Jack got back, didn’t seem to be much point before then, so I thought I might as well make myself comfy while waiting for you lot.”
“And then I arrived.” Tosh smiled up at Owen and patted the mounds of fur beside her. “Aren’t you going to join us, Owen? What’re you so afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid.” Owen tugged off his damp leather jacket and tossed it on the table. “I’ve just learned to be cautious. Thought you lot had more sense.”
“We do; more than you’ve got.” Ianto smirked at Owen. “Standing there damp and cold when you could be getting warm. Plenty of room for you; pick a spot and dive in.”
“You’re all certifiable. Don’t blame me if that thing eats you. Have you forgotten the rug you bought that time?” The last comment was directed at Ianto.
“No, Owen, I haven’t forgotten, but this isn’t like that.”
“How can you be so sure? You didn’t think the damned rug was alive until you wound up chasing it all over your house.”
“It killed my bed. This wouldn’t do anything like that though, it’s too nice.” Ianto hummed happily. “I like the colours.”
“It’s like a living, fluffy rainbow,” Tosh agreed. “Except that it’s not alive.”
Owen was frowning. “I should get my scanners and check.”
“Spoilsport.” Gwen pouted. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Well you don’t know what you’re muckin’ around with. One of us has to show some common sense.”
Just then, the boardroom door swung open and Jack came in, laden with bags. “Hey, kids, you didn’t happen to see…” He fell quiet, grinning. “Ah, there you are! Thought I told you to stay in my bunker.”
The furry mounds quivered slightly. Ianto, Tosh, and Gwen went very still.
“Not alive, huh?” Owen sounded disgustingly smug.
“Not in the conventional sense.” Jack dumped his bags on the table, shed his coat, and pulled his boots off before joining the others amongst the furry folds. “I asked the Doctor to get us one; he dropped it off late last night, but it was a lot smaller then.”
“What exactly is it?” Owen demanded.
“Fluffy,” said Tosh.
“Soft,” said Ianto.
“Warm,” said Gwen.
“Sort of a semi-sentient comforter,” Jack explained. “Very popular in the forty-ninth century. They thrive on positive emotions. Looks like this one is about stuffed now.”
“We get to keep it, right?” Ianto asked, reaching up to the tabletop and snagging a bag of pastries.
“Of course. Thought we could do with a bit of comfort around here, especially with the miserable weather we’ve been having.”
Ianto smiled as he selected a pastry. “As long as you realise no one’s ever going to get any work done now.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Jack.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1018
Summary: Something strange, soft, and fluffy has mysteriously shown up in the Hub…
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Written For: cozy_coffee’s prompt ‘Any, any, it’s so fluffy!’ at comment_fic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or any of the characters.
“It’s so fluffy!” Tosh exclaimed, her hands busily stroking away.
“I know!” Ianto was equally enamoured. “Soft too.”
“Like the softest fur ever,” Tosh agreed. “Soft as a baby rabbit!”
“Softer. A baby angora rabbit perhaps.”
“Maybe even softer than that.” Tosh leaned down to rub her cheek against the softness, sighing happily. “I just want to cuddle it all day!”
“What’s goin’ on?” Gwen appeared in the doorway and stopped, staring at her two colleagues. “What is that?”
“Fluffy!” said Ianto, beaming up at her.
“Soft!” Tosh echoed. “You have to feel it!”
Shrugging out of her jacket, Gwen joined the other two, running her fingers through the dense fur. “That’s lovely, that is.” She lay down, pulling an edge over herself and snuggling in. “Ooh, so cosy!”
Ianto was burrowing under the far side. “Warm as toast.” It was a miserably drizzly June day, overcast and with a chilly wind coming off the sea, but here they could stay snug and warm, forgetting the dreariness outside.
“Where is everyone?” Owen’s voice came through their earpieces.
Ianto answered for them all. “Boardroom.”
“It’s nippy out there, can hardly feel my fingers. You going to make coffee anytime soon?”
“Nope, but if you want to warm up, you could join us.”
“Doin’ what?” Owen stomped into the room and stopped so suddenly it was as if he’s slammed into an invisible wall. “What the fuck is that?”
“No idea,” Ianto admitted. “It was already here when I arrived, but it’s nice and cosy.”
“Fluffy too.” Gwen poked her head out from among the folds.
“And really soft.” Tosh had rolled herself up in a bit of it, like a burrito.
“Is it wise wrapping yourselves in something you can’t identify?” Owen tried to be the voice of reason.
“It can’t harm us,” Ianto said, totally unconcerned. “It’s not alive.” He paused, stroking it. “At least I don’t think it is. Hasn’t attacked us or objected in any way.”
“It could be alive,” Tosh said. “It’s purring.” Then she frowned. “Or maybe that’s me.”
“Might be me too.” Gwen grinned, showing the gap between her teeth. “Are you just going to stand there, Owen?”
“Did any of you even bother scanning it before rolling around on it?” Owen had always known his teammates were a few sandwiches short of a picnic, and this proved it.
“I just figured Jack must’ve put it here.” Ianto burrowed deeper into the furriness. “It wasn’t here when I left last night.”
“Where IS Jack?” Gwen asked, her head popping out from among the folds.
“Dunno, haven’t seen him.”
“You don’t think this might be…” Gwen trailed off, biting her lip.
Ianto snorted. “No, Jack has definitely not been transformed into something big, soft, and fluffy. Even Torchwood isn’t THAT weird. Anyway, he left a note on the coffee machine saying he got called away but should be back by nine. Said he’d bring breakfast. That’s why I came down here to get everything ready.” He gestured over his shoulder at the boardroom table, where plates and mugs were waiting.
“And then you just decided to play with that?” Owen was still keeping his distance.
“It was here, and I was feeling a bit chilly, there wasn’t anything else I urgently needed to do, and it looked so inviting… Figured I could leave making the coffee until Jack got back, didn’t seem to be much point before then, so I thought I might as well make myself comfy while waiting for you lot.”
“And then I arrived.” Tosh smiled up at Owen and patted the mounds of fur beside her. “Aren’t you going to join us, Owen? What’re you so afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid.” Owen tugged off his damp leather jacket and tossed it on the table. “I’ve just learned to be cautious. Thought you lot had more sense.”
“We do; more than you’ve got.” Ianto smirked at Owen. “Standing there damp and cold when you could be getting warm. Plenty of room for you; pick a spot and dive in.”
“You’re all certifiable. Don’t blame me if that thing eats you. Have you forgotten the rug you bought that time?” The last comment was directed at Ianto.
“No, Owen, I haven’t forgotten, but this isn’t like that.”
“How can you be so sure? You didn’t think the damned rug was alive until you wound up chasing it all over your house.”
“It killed my bed. This wouldn’t do anything like that though, it’s too nice.” Ianto hummed happily. “I like the colours.”
“It’s like a living, fluffy rainbow,” Tosh agreed. “Except that it’s not alive.”
Owen was frowning. “I should get my scanners and check.”
“Spoilsport.” Gwen pouted. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Well you don’t know what you’re muckin’ around with. One of us has to show some common sense.”
Just then, the boardroom door swung open and Jack came in, laden with bags. “Hey, kids, you didn’t happen to see…” He fell quiet, grinning. “Ah, there you are! Thought I told you to stay in my bunker.”
The furry mounds quivered slightly. Ianto, Tosh, and Gwen went very still.
“Not alive, huh?” Owen sounded disgustingly smug.
“Not in the conventional sense.” Jack dumped his bags on the table, shed his coat, and pulled his boots off before joining the others amongst the furry folds. “I asked the Doctor to get us one; he dropped it off late last night, but it was a lot smaller then.”
“What exactly is it?” Owen demanded.
“Fluffy,” said Tosh.
“Soft,” said Ianto.
“Warm,” said Gwen.
“Sort of a semi-sentient comforter,” Jack explained. “Very popular in the forty-ninth century. They thrive on positive emotions. Looks like this one is about stuffed now.”
“We get to keep it, right?” Ianto asked, reaching up to the tabletop and snagging a bag of pastries.
“Of course. Thought we could do with a bit of comfort around here, especially with the miserable weather we’ve been having.”
Ianto smiled as he selected a pastry. “As long as you realise no one’s ever going to get any work done now.”
The End