Double Drabble: Crowded
Title: Crowded
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 832: Excuse at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Chasing someone through a crowd isn’t easy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Chasing someone through a crowded shopping centre on a busy Saturday is a tricky business; you don’t want to lose sight of your quarry, but neither do you want to cause a commotion among the shoppers and risk having them turn hostile. People don’t particularly enjoy being shoved out of the way and having their toes stepped on.
Owen doesn’t seem to care, just barging past people, earning angry mutters, but he doesn’t have any manners anyway, so it’s hardly surprising. Ianto was raised better though, so he slides through gaps to the accompaniment of a constant stream of apologies.
“Excuse me please, excuse me, so sorry, excuse me.”
He’s making better progress than Owen, since people are far more willing to let him through. It looks to Ianto, when he spares a glance in Owen’s direction, that the crowds are now deliberately impeding the medic’s progress, forcing him to detour around them.
Jack, however, is way out ahead, running easily, coat flaring out behind him, the crowds parting before him to allow him though. All he has to do is flash that smile at the shoppers and they obligingly step aside. Either that or they’re afraid of getting trampled.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 832: Excuse at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Chasing someone through a crowd isn’t easy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Chasing someone through a crowded shopping centre on a busy Saturday is a tricky business; you don’t want to lose sight of your quarry, but neither do you want to cause a commotion among the shoppers and risk having them turn hostile. People don’t particularly enjoy being shoved out of the way and having their toes stepped on.
Owen doesn’t seem to care, just barging past people, earning angry mutters, but he doesn’t have any manners anyway, so it’s hardly surprising. Ianto was raised better though, so he slides through gaps to the accompaniment of a constant stream of apologies.
“Excuse me please, excuse me, so sorry, excuse me.”
He’s making better progress than Owen, since people are far more willing to let him through. It looks to Ianto, when he spares a glance in Owen’s direction, that the crowds are now deliberately impeding the medic’s progress, forcing him to detour around them.
Jack, however, is way out ahead, running easily, coat flaring out behind him, the crowds parting before him to allow him though. All he has to do is flash that smile at the shoppers and they obligingly step aside. Either that or they’re afraid of getting trampled.
The End