Double Drabble: Horrifying
Title: Horrifying
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Meriel.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 535: Instant at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto arrives home to a shocking sight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I’m home!” Ianto called as he entered the flat, feeling a bit disappointed when his arrival wasn’t immediately met by his daughter running to welcome him home. The French doors were open though, so presumably she was playing out in the roof garden and hadn’t heard him.
Shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the closet, he loosened his tie and went to see where everyone was.
The sight that met his eyes filled him with horror.
“Oh my God!” he gasped. “Get down from there this instant, before you fall and break your neck! That’s not a climbing frame!”
“Don’t fuss, Ianto, it’s fine,” Jack replied brightly from where he clung precariously at the top of the fifteen foot high rose trellis. “We were flying Meriel’s kite but it went the wrong way and got stuck up here. I’ve nearly got it.”
“There’s an easier, not to mention much safer, way of getting up there. You’re a terrible influence,” Ianto snapped. “What if Meriel decides to copy you and gets hurt?” He turned to his daughter. “Don’t ever try climbing that. It’s not safe.”
Meriel nodded. “I promise.”
“Good girl.”
As for Jack… He’d be drinking decaf.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Meriel.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 535: Instant at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto arrives home to a shocking sight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I’m home!” Ianto called as he entered the flat, feeling a bit disappointed when his arrival wasn’t immediately met by his daughter running to welcome him home. The French doors were open though, so presumably she was playing out in the roof garden and hadn’t heard him.
Shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the closet, he loosened his tie and went to see where everyone was.
The sight that met his eyes filled him with horror.
“Oh my God!” he gasped. “Get down from there this instant, before you fall and break your neck! That’s not a climbing frame!”
“Don’t fuss, Ianto, it’s fine,” Jack replied brightly from where he clung precariously at the top of the fifteen foot high rose trellis. “We were flying Meriel’s kite but it went the wrong way and got stuck up here. I’ve nearly got it.”
“There’s an easier, not to mention much safer, way of getting up there. You’re a terrible influence,” Ianto snapped. “What if Meriel decides to copy you and gets hurt?” He turned to his daughter. “Don’t ever try climbing that. It’s not safe.”
Meriel nodded. “I promise.”
“Good girl.”
As for Jack… He’d be drinking decaf.
The End