Double Drabble: The Climb
Title: The Climb
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 538: Incline at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen and Ianto are on a mission of mercy in the Brecon Beacons.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto glanced back over his shoulder and sighed with exasperation. “Don’t dawdle, Owen, we haven’t got all day! The Durghans need this oscillator if they’re ever going to get their ship back into the air, and you have injured crewmembers to treat.”
Owen scowled, dragging himself wearily up the steep incline of the ridge they were climbing. The Durghans’ small ship was in the valley beyond, according to Tosh; climbing this slope was supposed to be the quickest and easiest route, but Owen wasn’t finding anything easy about it.
“It’s alright for you,” he panted, “I swear you must be part mountain goat, but I’m not. I leave climbing mountains to the experts!” He risked a quick glance back over his shoulder, then wished he hadn’t. He was a long way up.
“This isn’t a mountain, Owen; it’s a hill, and it’s not even that steep. I picked the easiest path up.” Ianto refrained from adding that he was carrying the medic’s kit, as well as his own backpack containing the oscillator, in order to leave Owen’s hands free for climbing. “Come on! We’re nearly at the top.”
“Next time a medic’s needed out here,” Owen muttered, “I’m sending Martha.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 538: Incline at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen and Ianto are on a mission of mercy in the Brecon Beacons.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto glanced back over his shoulder and sighed with exasperation. “Don’t dawdle, Owen, we haven’t got all day! The Durghans need this oscillator if they’re ever going to get their ship back into the air, and you have injured crewmembers to treat.”
Owen scowled, dragging himself wearily up the steep incline of the ridge they were climbing. The Durghans’ small ship was in the valley beyond, according to Tosh; climbing this slope was supposed to be the quickest and easiest route, but Owen wasn’t finding anything easy about it.
“It’s alright for you,” he panted, “I swear you must be part mountain goat, but I’m not. I leave climbing mountains to the experts!” He risked a quick glance back over his shoulder, then wished he hadn’t. He was a long way up.
“This isn’t a mountain, Owen; it’s a hill, and it’s not even that steep. I picked the easiest path up.” Ianto refrained from adding that he was carrying the medic’s kit, as well as his own backpack containing the oscillator, in order to leave Owen’s hands free for climbing. “Come on! We’re nearly at the top.”
“Next time a medic’s needed out here,” Owen muttered, “I’m sending Martha.”
The End