Torchwood -- Baby It's Cold Outside
Title: Baby It's Cold Outside
redismycolour Challenge: Day Fourteen
Date Written: 1/19/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 470
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I am so behind it's not even funny. Seriously.
It’s time to get out the thermal underwear and thickest pullovers - Britain is set for shockingly cold weather for at least the next couple of weeks.
After a glorious Christmas, with not a hint of a snowflake, temperatures have been slipping steadily downwards, with minus 11C (12F) recorded in Aviemore, in the Highlands, on Saturday night.
-- Times News Report,
December 29th, 2008
Jack was ringing off his mobile when he wandered into the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear. Ianto handed over the morning coffee, strong and straight black like Jack liked and in a travel mug. He let out a grateful moan and took a huge swallow, cradling the precious liquid in both hands.
“That was Gwen,” he said, a content smile on his face. “Cardiff PD is requesting that citizens use the roads for emergency situations only. The ice on the road is so bad that they can’t salt it down fast enough.”
“That’s what the anchors said on the news this morning,” Ianto agreed. “You were right, it was icing over last night.” He offered Jack a piece of toast. “She wanted to stay in with Rhys, I’m assuming?”
“Torchwood is officially on-call only,” Jack told him. “Tosh has Rift Alerts set up through her laptop at home so we’ll know if anything goes down, and Owen’s helping out at A & E.”
“I guess it’s too much to hope for that we get to crawl back into bed as well,” Ianto asked, a wistful note in his voice.
“We need to make sure our guests haven’t frozen to death,” Jack said, “and the weather won’t stop my weekly phone call to the PM, and all my notes are at the Hub.”
Ianto nodded, wrapping a warm scarf around his neck and pulling a knit hat on over his head in preparation to go outside. Jack grinned at him as he pulled his greatcoat on. “What?”
“You look… Just hot in that.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack. Honestly. You’d think I was attractive if I was wearing a barrel.”
“Can we make that happen?”
“SUV. Now.”
Ianto almost slipped as he walked down the path, arms flailing and grabbing onto Jack’s shoulders for balance. Jack laughed a little but pulled him close, the two of them making their way to where they’d parked the SUV the night before.
The SUV was in the same condition as the rest of the world; covered in a thick crust of gleaming ice. Icicles clung to the bumper and the wing mirrors, and they had to chip away at the ice on the doors. The seats were freezing, and Ianto - who had insisted on driving because Jack plus icy roads equaled death - shivered as he fitted the key into the steering column.
And frowned when it didn’t turn over.
He tried it again, pushing the pedals in what he knew was a futile attempt to get the engine kick-started.
“What is it?”
“Battery’s dead,” Ianto replied. “Must be the weather.”
Jack frowned and gathered his coat closer around him. “… I’m sure the Weevils are okay,” he said after a moment.
“I fed Myfanwy extra yesterday.”
“Fuck it’s cold, let’s get back inside!”
redismycolour Challenge: Day Fourteen
Date Written: 1/19/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 470
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I am so behind it's not even funny. Seriously.
It’s time to get out the thermal underwear and thickest pullovers - Britain is set for shockingly cold weather for at least the next couple of weeks.
After a glorious Christmas, with not a hint of a snowflake, temperatures have been slipping steadily downwards, with minus 11C (12F) recorded in Aviemore, in the Highlands, on Saturday night.
-- Times News Report,
December 29th, 2008
Jack was ringing off his mobile when he wandered into the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear. Ianto handed over the morning coffee, strong and straight black like Jack liked and in a travel mug. He let out a grateful moan and took a huge swallow, cradling the precious liquid in both hands.
“That was Gwen,” he said, a content smile on his face. “Cardiff PD is requesting that citizens use the roads for emergency situations only. The ice on the road is so bad that they can’t salt it down fast enough.”
“That’s what the anchors said on the news this morning,” Ianto agreed. “You were right, it was icing over last night.” He offered Jack a piece of toast. “She wanted to stay in with Rhys, I’m assuming?”
“Torchwood is officially on-call only,” Jack told him. “Tosh has Rift Alerts set up through her laptop at home so we’ll know if anything goes down, and Owen’s helping out at A & E.”
“I guess it’s too much to hope for that we get to crawl back into bed as well,” Ianto asked, a wistful note in his voice.
“We need to make sure our guests haven’t frozen to death,” Jack said, “and the weather won’t stop my weekly phone call to the PM, and all my notes are at the Hub.”
Ianto nodded, wrapping a warm scarf around his neck and pulling a knit hat on over his head in preparation to go outside. Jack grinned at him as he pulled his greatcoat on. “What?”
“You look… Just hot in that.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack. Honestly. You’d think I was attractive if I was wearing a barrel.”
“Can we make that happen?”
“SUV. Now.”
Ianto almost slipped as he walked down the path, arms flailing and grabbing onto Jack’s shoulders for balance. Jack laughed a little but pulled him close, the two of them making their way to where they’d parked the SUV the night before.
The SUV was in the same condition as the rest of the world; covered in a thick crust of gleaming ice. Icicles clung to the bumper and the wing mirrors, and they had to chip away at the ice on the doors. The seats were freezing, and Ianto - who had insisted on driving because Jack plus icy roads equaled death - shivered as he fitted the key into the steering column.
And frowned when it didn’t turn over.
He tried it again, pushing the pedals in what he knew was a futile attempt to get the engine kick-started.
“What is it?”
“Battery’s dead,” Ianto replied. “Must be the weather.”
Jack frowned and gathered his coat closer around him. “… I’m sure the Weevils are okay,” he said after a moment.
“I fed Myfanwy extra yesterday.”
“Fuck it’s cold, let’s get back inside!”